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I was at work, typing up some things for my boss, just the usual. Many fellow colleagues of mine passed by. Some stopped to talk others didn't. My boss, Mr. Johnson stopped by as well.
"Good morning, sir. I hope all is well with you today." I said to him in a nice friendly voice.
"Morning Miss. Dorn, I am fine today. I have just a few more notes for you to type up, and then I need you to work on the invitations for the company get together." Mr. Johnson handed me some papers.
"Well must be getting along. Drop by when you're done with everything," He said and he walked off to his office.
The phone rang soon after he left, at first I just thought it was my boss, or maybe a person down in the rigs or even a social call. Though when I answered the phone, I never thought that such bad news would be on the other end.
"Hello? Arrowhead Oil Company, this is Deserae speaking." I said in my secretary voice, firm and calm.
"Deserae? This is Takakura. I don't think you remember me, I work on the farm with your father." The person on the other line said.
My heart dropped, no one from the farm calls me, something must be wrong with my father.
Oh no.
"Yes, I remember you, sir. But. . .how on earth did you get a phone?" I asked, where the question came from all of a sudden, I don't know.
"I'm using the cellular phone you gave your father for Christmas." He said, a taken aback a bit by the question.
"Oh, right I remember. . .but anyways I hope that everything is alright at the farm." I said, I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible but it was hard.
There was a slight pause. I could feel the tears come up in those few second and I turned around and faced the wall so no one could see me.
"Deserae, I'm sorry to have to tell you this. . .but your father passed away today. . ." There went the tears. I couldn't hold them back any longer. They were flowing down my face at a rapid pace and I couldn't seem to stop them.
'Why? Why did this happen to MY father? I have no family left. . .' I thought. I took a deep breath before speaking to Takakura again.
"I. . .I thank you for informing me. When. . ." I took some more deep breaths here, "When will the. . .the funeral be?" Another stream of tears began, I tried hard not to choke as I spoke those words, I just couldn't believe that I had to ask that, for my own father too.
"We'll be holding it as soon as you get here, which will hopefully be soon, I am so sorry for your loss." He said, though he didn't sound sympathetic, of course he may have been trying, he and my father were so close. . .
"Alright, I'll start my way over there tomorrow, so it may be Wednesday when I get there." I said, my words choked up, it was a wonder that he could even understand me.
"Okay, once again I am sorry. I look forward to seeing you, good bye." He said.
"You too, good bye," I said and I hung up after he did. I wheeled my chair back over to my computer and opened up the internet. I typed a quick letter to my boss and some others that I work with to inform where I would be, apologizing a million times. I hoped my boss could find a replacement, for the time being.
I then sorted some papers and arranged my desk around a bit leaving a little note saying I had gone to Forget-Me-Not Valley. I then grabbed my car keys and walked down the hallway to the elevator. I was lucky enough to find that one of my good friends was in the elevator as well and she was going down to the first floor.
"Hey Des!" She greeted me, using my nickname.
"Hey Charissa," I said using a tissue I had gotten from my desk to wipe my eyes quickly.
"Des, are you okay? You've been crying haven't you? What happened?" She bombarded me with questions. Her green eyes staring into my grey ones.
"My father died this morning, and I have to leave to go to his funeral in the country. . ." I said looking down.
She looked at me for a minute, in shock and disbelief. She pushed a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ears before looking at me again, "Are you joking?" She asked.
"I wish I was. . ." I said looking down at the floor. She came up and hugged me tightly. I smiled.
"It's going to be okay, I'll walk you to your car." She said comforting me. The one thing I needed right now and she knew just what it was. I thanked her and gave her a tight squeeze. The elevator stopped and we got off. We then walked in silence to my small silver car.
In that small walk, even though there was no talking it seemed that she was pulling me through, at least a bit. The hardest part had yet to come though, the funeral. I tried to keep a straight face.
"Okay, here's your car Des," She said and opened the door for me. I could barely get in the car because I started sobbing again. I let my head fall upon the steering wheel and the car began to sound one long, loud honk.
Charissa gave a worried expression, "Uhh....maybe I should take you to the airport. . .you are flying aren't you?" She asked, pulling me out of the car.
"Well. . .to Capitol City, it's the closest airport to Forget-Me-Not Valley," I said, standing limp in her arms.
She sighed and walked me around to the other side of the car and opening the door for me.
I got in the car and smiled at her through my tears, "Thanks." I said weakly.
Charissa smiled back at me and went around and got in on the other side of the car, "Keys please," She said, I handed her the keys and she started the car up and started driving down the road.
We drove for a good fifteen minutes or so and then we passed the airport, "Uhh. . .you missed our stop. . ." I said.
"I know, I'm going to drive you down to that town by the Valley." She said, keeping her eyes on the road.
I was speechless. She was going to drive me all the way to Ridgewater Port, about two hundred fifty miles from Liberty City. Note to self: give Charissa a very nice Christmas gift.
"T-thanks. . . but you really, really don't have to do this!" I said finally saying something.
"No, really Des, I don't think that you should have to waste your money flying when it's cheaper for me to take you, and you don't seem like you could drive right now." Charissa said.
And that was the end of the conversation. The silence in the car made me drowsy and I soon fell asleep.
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Belina: Okay. That was a really short chapter. And it isn't even Harvest Moon like yet. But I just had to post this. Otherwise it would of never gotten posted. Okay. Well I hope you like it.
I was at work, typing up some things for my boss, just the usual. Many fellow colleagues of mine passed by. Some stopped to talk others didn't. My boss, Mr. Johnson stopped by as well.
"Good morning, sir. I hope all is well with you today." I said to him in a nice friendly voice.
"Morning Miss. Dorn, I am fine today. I have just a few more notes for you to type up, and then I need you to work on the invitations for the company get together." Mr. Johnson handed me some papers.
"Well must be getting along. Drop by when you're done with everything," He said and he walked off to his office.
The phone rang soon after he left, at first I just thought it was my boss, or maybe a person down in the rigs or even a social call. Though when I answered the phone, I never thought that such bad news would be on the other end.
"Hello? Arrowhead Oil Company, this is Deserae speaking." I said in my secretary voice, firm and calm.
"Deserae? This is Takakura. I don't think you remember me, I work on the farm with your father." The person on the other line said.
My heart dropped, no one from the farm calls me, something must be wrong with my father.
Oh no.
"Yes, I remember you, sir. But. . .how on earth did you get a phone?" I asked, where the question came from all of a sudden, I don't know.
"I'm using the cellular phone you gave your father for Christmas." He said, a taken aback a bit by the question.
"Oh, right I remember. . .but anyways I hope that everything is alright at the farm." I said, I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible but it was hard.
There was a slight pause. I could feel the tears come up in those few second and I turned around and faced the wall so no one could see me.
"Deserae, I'm sorry to have to tell you this. . .but your father passed away today. . ." There went the tears. I couldn't hold them back any longer. They were flowing down my face at a rapid pace and I couldn't seem to stop them.
'Why? Why did this happen to MY father? I have no family left. . .' I thought. I took a deep breath before speaking to Takakura again.
"I. . .I thank you for informing me. When. . ." I took some more deep breaths here, "When will the. . .the funeral be?" Another stream of tears began, I tried hard not to choke as I spoke those words, I just couldn't believe that I had to ask that, for my own father too.
"We'll be holding it as soon as you get here, which will hopefully be soon, I am so sorry for your loss." He said, though he didn't sound sympathetic, of course he may have been trying, he and my father were so close. . .
"Alright, I'll start my way over there tomorrow, so it may be Wednesday when I get there." I said, my words choked up, it was a wonder that he could even understand me.
"Okay, once again I am sorry. I look forward to seeing you, good bye." He said.
"You too, good bye," I said and I hung up after he did. I wheeled my chair back over to my computer and opened up the internet. I typed a quick letter to my boss and some others that I work with to inform where I would be, apologizing a million times. I hoped my boss could find a replacement, for the time being.
I then sorted some papers and arranged my desk around a bit leaving a little note saying I had gone to Forget-Me-Not Valley. I then grabbed my car keys and walked down the hallway to the elevator. I was lucky enough to find that one of my good friends was in the elevator as well and she was going down to the first floor.
"Hey Des!" She greeted me, using my nickname.
"Hey Charissa," I said using a tissue I had gotten from my desk to wipe my eyes quickly.
"Des, are you okay? You've been crying haven't you? What happened?" She bombarded me with questions. Her green eyes staring into my grey ones.
"My father died this morning, and I have to leave to go to his funeral in the country. . ." I said looking down.
She looked at me for a minute, in shock and disbelief. She pushed a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ears before looking at me again, "Are you joking?" She asked.
"I wish I was. . ." I said looking down at the floor. She came up and hugged me tightly. I smiled.
"It's going to be okay, I'll walk you to your car." She said comforting me. The one thing I needed right now and she knew just what it was. I thanked her and gave her a tight squeeze. The elevator stopped and we got off. We then walked in silence to my small silver car.
In that small walk, even though there was no talking it seemed that she was pulling me through, at least a bit. The hardest part had yet to come though, the funeral. I tried to keep a straight face.
"Okay, here's your car Des," She said and opened the door for me. I could barely get in the car because I started sobbing again. I let my head fall upon the steering wheel and the car began to sound one long, loud honk.
Charissa gave a worried expression, "Uhh....maybe I should take you to the airport. . .you are flying aren't you?" She asked, pulling me out of the car.
"Well. . .to Capitol City, it's the closest airport to Forget-Me-Not Valley," I said, standing limp in her arms.
She sighed and walked me around to the other side of the car and opening the door for me.
I got in the car and smiled at her through my tears, "Thanks." I said weakly.
Charissa smiled back at me and went around and got in on the other side of the car, "Keys please," She said, I handed her the keys and she started the car up and started driving down the road.
We drove for a good fifteen minutes or so and then we passed the airport, "Uhh. . .you missed our stop. . ." I said.
"I know, I'm going to drive you down to that town by the Valley." She said, keeping her eyes on the road.
I was speechless. She was going to drive me all the way to Ridgewater Port, about two hundred fifty miles from Liberty City. Note to self: give Charissa a very nice Christmas gift.
"T-thanks. . . but you really, really don't have to do this!" I said finally saying something.
"No, really Des, I don't think that you should have to waste your money flying when it's cheaper for me to take you, and you don't seem like you could drive right now." Charissa said.
And that was the end of the conversation. The silence in the car made me drowsy and I soon fell asleep.
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Belina: Okay. That was a really short chapter. And it isn't even Harvest Moon like yet. But I just had to post this. Otherwise it would of never gotten posted. Okay. Well I hope you like it.