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Nairobi-Harper:
Thank you for reviewing.
To be honest, making things up can be such a pain in the ass. You have to make sure that you're not using somebody else's name or idea. I'd rather not get into legal trouble, you know?
acosta perez jose ramiro:
Thanks for the review.
I'm glad you liked the chapter. I wish I could have put more emotion into Helga. But, I've never gone shopping for wedding gowns, so I have yet (hopefully) to see what it feels like.
Guest:
Thanks for reviewing me story.
She's not mad at him, per say. If anything, it's actually common (and normal) for women who really want to get married to get antsy and impatient while wondering if their partner will ever pop the question.
Chapter six: Out with Olga
Helga walked into a red and black colored room, when she saw her sister Olga, sitting on a red velvet cushion, waving to her frantically.
Helga smiled, and made her way over to her sister, and sat down across from her
"Helga! I'm glad you could make it!" Olga exclaimed, giving her little sister a hug.
"Yeah, no problem. Ugh, this wedding stuff is giving me a headache. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's fun and all, it really is, but I really needed a break."
Olga nodded. Although her own marriage never actually, or officially happened, she at least got a feel for how much work planning a wedding was.
"I understand. How's Arnold?"
"Oh, Football Head? He's doing good. He's in the middle of studying for an exam right now. I decided to leave him alone for a while."
Olga nodded, before flagging down a waitress.
"One glass of white wine for me, please and—Helga, what would you like?"
"Eh….get me a dirty vodka martini."
The waitress nodded, and walked away to prepare their drinks.
"I'm really sorry I wasn't able to come with you when you were shopping for your dress, Helga. My work wouldn't let me leave, and Carter (1) and I, well, we need the money."
Helga waved her hand dismissively.
"Don't even worry about it, Olga."
Olga smiled, pleased that her sister understood her situation.
Olga has been dating Carter ever since her parents had gotten the divorce. He was a very nice guy, and both her parents and Helga really liked him.
"By the way Helga, did you ever find a dress?"
Helga's eyes lit up.
"As a matter of fact, I did. Here, I took a picture of it with my cell phone. "
Helga reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and went to her pictures app. She began scrolling through the images, when she came across the one for her dress.
She handed the phone to Olga, who smiled brightly when she saw the dress.
"Oh, Helga! That is absolutely beautiful!"
Helga nodded.
"Of course, Arnold isn't allowed to see it just yet. He has to wait until the day of the wedding. I've gone and picked out a list of venues, but we need to go look at them first."
"Which ones have you picked out?"
"Well, I found one called Rosewick Manor, which is about three miles outside of Hillwood. They have a very beautiful landscape, and a gazebo in which Arnold and I could get married under, if we chose this place to be our venue."
Olga's eyes widened.
"It sounds to me like you don't want to get married inside a church, Helga. That's what I—well, almost did."
Helga nodded.
"Yeah, and that's fine, Olga, and it's still cool if you're into that thing. Arnold and I, well—we both find churches nice, don't get me wrong. However, at the same time, there's something stiff and serious about churches. I can't exactly put my finger on it, but I know I don't want to be married in a church, and Arnold doesn't really want to either. Furthermore, we both don't believe that getting married in a church doesn't make the joining together in matrimony and stuff like that any more or less important or official."
Olga took some time to process her sister's words. Helga had never been one for traditions, or following the norms. She was the type of person to scold trends, refusing with every will power she had to fit in with society. Olga would readily admit that she was the type of person to follow society and what was deemed acceptable and appropriate, but with Helga, what you see is what you get.
Then, Olga smiled at her sister, causing Helga to look at her weirdly.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Olga laughed, when the waitress brought them their drinks.
"Oh, nothing. You've just grown up a lot, baby sister. In fact, even though you'll always be my baby sister, I don't feel like I can call you that anymore. You're no longer the ornery, hot-headed child you once were. You've become much more mature."
Helga shrugged.
"Well, you're not too bad yourself, Olga. I'll admit that there was a time when I couldn't stand you. I'd like to take this time now to tell you that I never ever hated you, even though I sure as fuck acted like I did. I guess I was just jealous of all the attention you were getting from our parents. But, I'm glad we've decided to do more as sisters, and stop being complete strangers to each other."
"I'm glad to, Helga. By the way, have you decided on your wedding party yet?"
Helga took a sip of her martini.
"As a matter of fact, Arnold and I have. Gerald is going to be Arnold's best man, and Sid, Stinky, Curly, Harold and Eugene are all going to be groomsmen. I've got Rhonda, Big Patty, Sheena and Nadine as bridesmaids, and you and Phoebe as maids of honor. "
Olga blinked
"Really? You're having two maids of honor?"
Helga shrugged.
"Yeah, so what?"
"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that, well, most people only have one."
Helga smirked at her sister's words.
"Feh! That may be true, Olga. However, this is my wedding, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it. And if that means having two maids of honor, then I'll jolly damn well have two maids of honor."
Olga's eyes narrowed, but not out of anger or any other negative emotion. For a while, she contemplated what she was going to say.
Then, she just decided to come out and say it.
"Helga, I know you don't like to talk about this, but…I really think mom would be very proud of you, if she knew you were getting married."
Helga merely just rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, that's nice, but Miriam isn't here. I know you've been keeping in contact with her, and that's great, but I have no intentions of tracking her down, nor does she deserve to know that I'm getting married."
"But Helga,"
Helga held up her hand, silencing her sister.
"I've already made up my mind, Olga. In fact, I made up my mind the second I heard that woman say she didn't want me. I have no real desire to be associated with someone who would rather blame others than take responsibility for their own actions. If it makes you feel any better though, I no longer hate Miriam. I've honestly been trying to put my negative feelings for her in the past. I can't say I've forgiven her, but I do know one thing: I will make sure that I never, ever turn out the way she did."
Olga said nothing, but merely nodded. She knew that if Helga did not want to have any contact with their mother, then it was strictly her choice.
And Helga did not like, or take kindly to being forced to do anything. People who tried that usually ended up learning the hard way.
Helga took another sip of her martini, downing it completely. Since she had to drive home in a little bit, she decided it would be best to stick to one drink. If she wanted more, she could always just open up the bottle of wine in the fridge.
"Anyway, enough about Miriam. I actually have to get going, anyway. I need to make some rough drafts of the invitations, before going to the print shop and having them made. But, whenever you're free again, just shoot me a text." Olga nodded, finishing her wine.
"I should get going as well. I have to get up early for work tomorrow morning. Are you sure you're ok to drive?"
Helga smirked.
"Oh, trust me. It takes a lot more than just one martini to get me drunk. I may not look it, but I can hold my liquor pretty damn well. I owe that fact from having so many drinking contests with Harold and Stinky when I turned 21."
Olga then followed Helga out of the door.
When they got to Helga's car, Olga hugged her sister goodbye, and then left.
Helga then drove off, eager to tell Arnold all about her night.
Maybe she could get him to take a quick break from studying, for a little bit of…fun.
Helga couldn't help but smirk as very dirty thoughts filled her mind.
And that's chapter six. Chapter seven will hopefully be up by this weekend, but no promises. I'm in the last week or so until I graduate.
Notes:
Olga's boyfriend. He won't be appearing in the story, except maybe in the chapter where Helga and Arnold get married, but that won't happen for a while.
