Fallen for the Arabian Chapter 5

 

Chapter 5

It was five minutes pass eleven, when Sarah with the help of Anna gave the final touch to the article title “A one of a kind banquet.” They were fast typists and would come up with a good story line in a matter of minutes. No one could understand that talent they had, even them, so they always try not to think about it and would just let the words flow within them, for once they were in the zone nothing could stop them.

As they laid back on the couch with the laptop open on the coffee table, both girls seem lost in their own little world. Sarah kept thinking back to the tall man she had seen. It was a habit of hers to reminiscent on certain things. The image of the man came as clear as if she was seen him in front of her, too bad she didn’t see his face. In either case, it’s not like she would be seen him again. Best put that image in a box, but then suddenly a light turns on in her head. She pulled her laptop toward her and started typing away. In just mere seconds she had come up with a poem.

Breath stealer

Dress in a black tuxedo, his hair pulled back in a slick manner

I could only see the back of his head,

His hair looks like silk and smooth to the touch

Suddenly the urge to run my hand into it became great

Holding on to my glass of champagne, it took all of my will power to not move from my spot

I could hear his voice from where I stood,

Rough, yet there was this smoothest under and a hint of arrogance

His voice pulled me in, his laugh sent tremors to my body

At that moment I wish I was that woman

I wish I was the one to talk and laugh with him

Lord, if only he could turn, if I only I could gaze at his eyes

And lost myself into its depts.

Under his tuxedo, I could tell that is body was well sculpted

Did he have the six pact that seems to be all girls’ fantasy?

Then again it wouldn’t matter to me, just the thought of running my hand on his chest, hmm…

My heart began its drumming sound, my breath became rage

Just hearing his voice place me in that situation, what if I were to truly see him

What should I do, should I walk over, should I pretend to stumble?

He would turn around and then, and then…

Why does it have to be so complicated?

After all, just one look that is all I ask, one look to gaze at my breath stealer.

The fury of the typing sound brought Anna back from her own fantasy world. Opening her eyes, she turned toward her roommate and friend Sarah. It feels like they’ve known each other for more than a year and half. She was always an outcast, women her age never truly understood her obsession with sport while guys always flung to her like flies. Like Sarah, she had mostly guy’s friends. It did come in handy at time, after all she get to be front row in every sport games. Till this day, she has no idea how she accomplishes that. But she guests her writing good sport review had a lot to do with it.

Anyway, when she was introduced to Sarah, she didn’t think well of her. Another woman into her office, who would criticize her of her way of life. Pardon her, but she was not too enthusiastic about it. But Sarah totally surprise her and instead embrace her wholeheartedly. For the very first time she had found a female friend. Two month after their introduction, they moved in together. Sometimes they went to work together, other times they went separately. That was not what matter to them, both their life changed the moment they came into each other life. She absolutely adores Sarah writings and she loves working with her on her projects.

Speaking of which she turned her eyes away from a very concentrated, scary cute Sarah to the screen of the laptop. She read the title “Breath Stealer” oho. She known Sarah long enough to know that she was probably writing about the guy she half saw at the banquet. Amazing how she can be inspired by just the smallest things.

Anna moved closer to read the content and was blown away at what she was reading. “Are you planning on posting that tomorrow on our weekly post?”

“What do you think?”

Chapter 4

As the sweet melodic music been played by the musician floated in the air, Sarah could already imagine the content of her article. Excitement was coursing through her vain. She couldn’t wait to go home and start typing away. She was not the only one having fun, Anna looks to be in a bliss, her eyes were sparkling and she had a feeling that they both may actually worked on the article. That wouldn’t be a first. Together they have gone to many events that it has become a golden rule to give their input into each other article.

It was exactly eight o’clock when an MC walked into the prearrange stage, prompting everyone to quiet down. The ladies had a clear view of the stage that they didn’t bother approaching closer to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our 9th annual banquet. I am Michael Vendur, your host for the night. Our theme tonight “renaissance” is our way of leaving behind the old technology and embrace the modern well advance technology. Our team has worked hard to produce it and we believe the public will be more than satisfied. After all we do our best to satisfy our customers.”

As he reach the end of his speech “ladies and gentlemen please welcome the CEO of G&C Corporation Mr. Gordon Bright.” Bright walked on the stage with an air of confidence, he shook the hand of Michael, exchange a couple of words, then faced the mic.

“I don’t have much to say, since our host of the night has covered it all” a little chuckle from the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is with an immense pleasure that I have the honor to introduce the latest drone.” Suddenly a curtain was open to reveal what looks a like a plane, but was indeed a drone. Sarah was not much into measurement so she had trouble telling the actual size but she made the difference by imagining the size of her kitchen TV which was around 40inch.

Bright continue talking all about the mechanism of the instrument and all Sarah could clearly understand was the fact that the drone had a miniature robotic figure of what look like a pilot. The robotic pilot can actually pilot the drone when put on automatic mode and can also talk. “It can received command and execute them at wills. Certain human emotions has been integrated into his system as to facilitate the conversation between robot and human” said Bright.

“What’s next” said Anna “removing actual human pilot for robotic ones”

“Who Knows, but this here sort of remind me of the movie ‘I robot’ played by Will Smith!”

“We should probably start thinking of a weapon that is called ‘anti-robot chainsaws weapon of mass destruction”

Sarah had to contain her laughter, otherwise she would have spilled her champagne. Her friend had a really wild and weird imagination “what in the world kind of name is that?”

Taking an air of confidence Anna answered “my new name invention, I think it will be sold for millions, it’s unique and destructive”

“My goodness please stop Anna, I won’t be able to contain my laugh”

Since the light were a bit deemed, both Sarah and Anna did not see the men’s that had approached them and was standing just mere feet’s away from them and had heard their whole conversation and was trying their best to contain their laughter.

Once the girls laughter had died down “It’s amazing how many things human can accomplish, drone dotted with a robotic pilot, like really” scoff Anna

“I know, it’s crazy but then again technology will just keep evolving”

He and Guillermo stood mere feet’s away from the ladies, they could hear their comments about the drone, thought the look on their faces looked intrigue, they also sounded a bit worried. He on the other hand could not yet clearly see the advantage of having a robot on the drone. Bright was of course not telling the whole true about it, just mere facts that the public needed to know. He watched the one in red and black digging into her handheld bag, pulled out a pen and notebook; he had yet to hear her name. She was taking notes of what Bright was saying. Who are those women’s?

Chapter 3 “Fallen for the Arabian”

Chapter 3

The five star Marriott Hotel lights illuminated the streets below leaving everyone with eyes of wonders. All sort of luxury vehicles were coming and leaving with drivers and passengers dressed in the latest trend. The women’s were sumptuous like princess from a postmodern medieval time. While the men’s were like prince charming waiting to conquer the heart of the damsel.

As she walks into the steps of the hotel, Sarah fell a little out of place. This was not her environment, sure she could mingle with the rich, she knew all the etiquettes, knew how to act but the thought of meeting new people always made her shy and she would rather keep her mouth shut then pronounce a single word. On the outside she appears calm and collected but on the inside she was a nervous wreck. She felt a slight pressure on her hands, looking down it was Anna who look just as nervous as her.

“I don’t know how you manage to talk me into accompanying you, but you owe me big time” said Anna

Taking a deep breath, Sarah rid herself of her nervousness and said “let’s go, we’ll get to live this night once in our life, let’s do this and get the heck out of here”

“Are we allowed to wash our eyes on those fine specimen?” said Anna as a tall handsome man wearing a black tuxedo, and hair the color of white sand, eyes like those of the skies pass by them”

“Dayum” whispered Sarah “he is so cute” as if the man knew the ladies were talking about him, he turned toward them and smile showing his perfect white teeth. Both girls lost their breath and without wasting time ran toward the main entrance of the hotel room, living behind them curious stares.

Once inside, they were directed to the ball room where the events was been held. Upon entering the double set of doors, they were grace with a sight that so far they’ve only seen in movies. The room was painted in this golden color, the chandelier lights reflecting on the women’s jewelries illuminated the room like the stars in the dark sky. Laughter ring everywhere, servers dressed in black and white were going up and down with their trays serving what look like delicious sweets and champagne. Women’s and men’s of all ages, of different races were conversing among themselves.

It was a spectacular sights, the girls were left in awe, giggling they look at each other and hand in hand, proceeded further into the room. A glass of champagne was handed to them by one of the waiter, as they sip it, Sarah took her time memorizing every details, from the decorations to the well-arranged tables with many delicious delicacies, the waiters and the sumptuous guests. Both girls kept to themselves, going about the room not really introducing themselves to anyone. Their eyes and ears were doing the whole work.

Thirty minutes into the night and they had enough information to write a book. They stop by a corner and were happily chatting away but failed to notice the eyes that had been following them since they entered the building.

As he stood in the shadow of the stairs, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne, he sweep the ball room; watching the arrival of the guests. He had to admit, the committee of the banquet did an excellent job, and he was impressed. The theme of the night “Renaissance” gave a picture of the medieval time with a touch of modern world. In his invitation card, it was clearly written “to commemorate a new beginning and advancing into a bright future.”

He could understand that with the advancement of the G&C Corporation, technologies was about to evolve into a new level. Thus the reason for the banquet, he was sure that some new gadget was going to be presented tonight. That didn’t faze him, for sooner or later whatever was going to be presented will only be used in destroying an already on the verge of destructions world. He hope they presented it soon so he could leave as soon as possible. As much as he didn’t want to leave the shadow, he knew that eventually he had to go down.

He raised his champagne glass to his lips but froze just as the glass touched it. For at that very moment his eyes landed on a very beautiful flower that had just walked into the ball room entrance. She was holding the hand of another woman that look just as stunning as her. She was wearing a red and black ball gown dress, the top was made as a corset exposing her elbows and neck, while the bottom was puffy. Her partner was wearing this Basque waist greenish dress. Both dress were identical in shapes and fitted their owners perfectly. But it was their stunning beauty that froze him. It was not his first time seen an African American women, but…

Fallen for the Arabian Chapter 2

“Are you sure going to that banquet is good idea?”’

“No not at all, but then again I am a special guest”

“You know it would have been nice if all of those charity money were actually going to places that really need them”

“Well at least this one is in honor of the war victims, hopefully it will filled that purpose” said he as he sips his whiskey. Banquets were not really his ideal social events. He had to play the part and pretend to be somebody civilized for a couple of hours. He hated that, but then again that was part of his duty and he never fail to accomplish his duty. He came to U.S.A to meet with the famous self-made millionaire Carla Brown about a project to help the war victims in his country. Instead he was invited to a banquet to which he couldn’t say no to.

The U.S.A was the least of his favorite country, since the cause of the suffering of his people was their wayward politic. Not all of them were of bad breed of course; but those in power were greedy wolf, devouring whatever they touched. Whether he liked it or not, his status had to deal with all the formalities. After all it was country first.

He met Carla Brown about eight months ago, during one of her trips to his country. She was African American with the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Just by looking at her, he could tell that she was a prize in her younger year. He wish he had met her during her time, maybe just maybe he would have been able to put his fear aside and wooed her.

It was rare to meet a women of her breed.  She knew how to hold her own; she was brave and kind hearted. He loved the fact that money didn’t change her way of life. She had true compassion and empathy and that’s the reason why today he found himself in the Marriot five star hotel sipping a whiskey and dreading a banquet.

Woman didn’t really have an effect on him but Carla Brown was the definition of a true woman, one he highly respected. He had so many other things to do then assisting a banquet, yet here he was waiting at her request. He hope tomorrow after the banquet he will be able to talk to her and by Saturday be out of this country. Many awaited him.

To be continued….

Fallen for the Arabian (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

It started out as a typical morning, the alarm clock resounded within the room, waking up an already grumpy Sarah. ‘Gosh it’s already Thursday,’ murmur her as she rolls on the bed and turned off the alarm clock. She covered her head with the bed covers, but her attempt to sleep was short lived, because her second alarms sounded off. Grunting, she pulled the cover further up but the sound emitting from the alarm clock was really annoying. She wondered why she uses that type of sound, but then again it was the only sound that could wake her. Removing the cover, she turn off the alarm and sat down on the bed with her right hand under her chin.

Today was Thursday, just one more day before the weekend and Lord knows she couldn’t wait for this weekend. She needed rest, both physically and emotionally. Work was ethic as usual, don’t get her wrong, she loves was she was doing. Been a rising star within the community of writers and a novice in the photography world was something she was totally proud of. It had always been her dreams to be a writer and a photographer.

True be told, her salary was something she never expected including the bonuses she would receive once in a while from her boss. It was enough for her to pay her bills and support her family back in her country and at the end of the month more than enough to survive. The small town media located in the city of East Orange, New Jersey was not the ideal but it was enough for her, especially after living there for a year. Of course, she had no plans of staying there; she had big dreams and one of them was to work for the New York Times. Until then she had to make her name and the deluxe media was the perfect place.

To be continue.

The Flower

A flower in the middle of the chaos

Retaining all its beauty

Not having been touched by the darkness around her

She shines like the sun

She opens her petals and lets out her sweet fragrance

Attracting all around her

Giving hope to the hopeless and a smile to the brokenhearted

With no fear, she lends her hand and touches their hearts

For a moment, they feel ecstatic, blissful

For a moment, they seem to have reached the ridgeline of happiness

Slowly their hearts’ desires unfold

And, in a flicker, she is the prize to be caged in

Her freedom is threatened by those her petals have touched

Chagrined, her heart vibrates, but she is fighting it off

The way she best knows, but it’s not enough

For her voice is falling on deaf ears

They all wish to own her everlasting fragrance

Can she be contained inside a cage?

She does not think so

She wants to rise above the fray,

In the race to win her heart

Her fight has begun,

She must keep the dull darkness away the best she could

She will continue to shine as bright as the sun

To bring hope to others

As for those who wish to conquer her,

Her petals will continue to do their work

But they’ll be foolish to believe that she will be conquered

Her heart harbors only one desire

That is to be conquered by “love”

A love only reserved for the one

Who truly has the magic touch to send her silent heart aglow.

I wish

betrayal-heart

I wish I had met you earlier

I wish I had gazed at your brownish eyes long ago

I wish I had seen………

How did I miss the sign?

How did I miss it all?

You stood there, watching me from afar

Never making a sound

Never letting out a hint of your feelings

Here I was, always by your side

Smiling and relaxing by your side

I held you in my arms countless of times

You knew all my deepest secrets

Just as I knew yours

We would chat for hours on end

There was never a dull moment when we were together

Our days were filled with each other’s bliss

Yet, it was all for the sake of nothing

Now, when I look back

No matter how much I blame myself

The fact would remain constant

How could I let this go on, when I knew it all?

How could I betray myself just for the sake of loving you?

Yes, I still love you

It’s just a feeling, or is it?

A feeling hidden down the deepest end of my heart

Oblivious to the signs, I was the slave of an unwanted imagine

Like they always say

It’s easier to live in a bubble

Than facing reality

Now that reality has come crashing down

We both feel hurt and browbeaten

Scooped up and waded endlessly in a river of tears

No comfort can be found in our words

It is too late, what was yesterday

Can no longer be

Now, we are left with just memories and pain and wistful thinking

I wish, I wish so much

But I must wrestle with this mere fact

“Not every wish comes true.”