Chp 81 : Embrace?

Hello everyone, sorry for late chapter.

I stumbled upon a writer's block and grammar problem and been stressed out because of that.

This will be another filler chapter before skipping through 1986. Read if you like, complaint if you feel you should, correct me if I'm wrong.

The extra chapter will be on later hours. Also, every Wednesday, there will be an interlude chapter, or mini chapter.

Enjoy!!

~~~

Hey, Al's here, this will be my first time doing a POV narration, and let me tell you, it's cool. Maybe I should do this often, because well, this is my story.

Did you ever wake up comfortably from the deepest sleep you ever had, after having a bad day? Especially when you woke up with the most beautiful sister you ever have was having you in her cuddle? If you did, I can relate.

Daylight gave another peek to my room as I woke up, and was startled by the beautiful scenery in front of me.

Mary was sleeping with her arms shackled on my neck and my head buried in an embodiment of men's desire.

A soft feeling on my face and an intoxicating smell was flooding me like a broken dam. I did really enjoy every nanosecond of this until reality smashed me like Thor's hammer followed with its roaring thunder.

Questions appeared on my mind, why Mary's boobies on my face? Wait, why Mary in my room?

That almost made me shrieked like a teenage girl and jerked back in reflex. Though I did not do so because I finally remembered what happened last night. I was glued in her comfort and unable to release myself from her.

I imagined that she would tease me non-stop at my yesterday's childishness from this day and onward.

My thoughts were interrupted by her ear-piercing screams. Then she let go of my head and slapped me. I even could feel that my mouth would shift 180° as Daffy Duck did.

"What are you doing in my room Al?" Mary asked in anger. I'm still rubbing the cheek she slapped, I guess it would leave a mark.

"Well, yeah, let me wear my t-shirt first that coincidentally happened to be located in YOUR room," I said with sarcastic remarks.

Mary held her head and regained her sanity, looking at her surroundings, and then slapped her head, "Ah, I forget that I was sleeping with you yesterday."

One of my eyebrows was twitching, I can't believe this woman just slapped me and acted as nothing happened.

Yeah, sometimes I wonder what happened in my sister's head. Nah, I thought she did that because her emotion spiked again, is this that month for her?

Okay, gave me a little time to recall what happened. Yesterday, I had the biggest headache I ever had since I woke with 'The Man' memories 5 years ago.

Shit, I even could not walk straight to my room, so the girls volunteered to escort me, and I got a slight recollection that I was cuddling Mary like a koala.

As for the cause of my headache? I somehow knew my parent's death may not be an accident because Uncle André told me about KGB was looking for him.

My parents knew they were going to die, if they didn't, I wouldn't be here and joined them to wherever they were going.

I was mad, my gut was twisted, my mind was wrecked.

They stole my parents from me and left me alone when I was 4 years old.

But somehow with Mary's warm embrace, I remembered how I was having the best time in my life with Mrs. K (Mom), Mary, and everyone else. My anger evaporated and finally, I was able to have a nice sleep.

However, the cause of their death disturbed me, I felt that I need to solve the case and unveil the mystery.

I know in one of the short archives about my father, he was like Einstein, running from East Germany and escaped to the US. But Einstein didn't have KGB chasing after him.

Didn't uncle André also mentioned about CIA? Damn, that complicated the problem even more.

I'll begin my investigation on Harvard University first, the place where he used to teach, then went on to the CIA archive.

If I remembered, they still use the paper archive and there's no internet connection yet to hack into their database.

Sometimes I was a bit frustrated stuck in this non-technological era.

"Al, please stop thinking that?"

"Thinking about what?" I played my innocent face while facing her question.

"Your parents were already in a better place, please forget everything you will do, I know it because you are a rash and reckless person Al. I think they also want their son to live a peaceful life." She said while holding his hand.

My eyes hardened, I took a deep breath and release it.

"I will," I whispered with a really soft tone, grinding my teeth.

Oh, it seemed Mary knew I would be doing it anyway, so she changed the topic.

"What time is it?" She asked me.

"Let me check that." I went to the table and took out my watch. "Wow, we sleep like a log, it's 02.30 PM."

"What!? The New Year's Eve Party will be started at 4 PM, Al!"

"Chill Mary, we've got 1,5 hours to go."

"It's not enough for MY preparation brat! Goodbye, Al, see you in the lobby at 3.30" She leaned her face to me and kissed my forehead.

Mary checked my face again and grabbed my chin, "Look at that, you started to grow a beard, I'll let Jessie bring you a shaving tool, you can do it alone, can you?"

I caressed my face and felt a satisfying fuzz. This is a surprise, "I did? I'll try not to hurt myself when shaving then." I smiled at her.

'Here we go again, adulthood, shaving, and pimples.' I said on my mind.

She gave my cheeks another pinch and left the room.

A sense of desolation appeared. It was as if it like... "having a one-night stand with my sister." Then a chill ran out from my spines. Bad, bad, Al; never ever thinking about that again.

Whelp, there goes my narration. It was tiring, but it's fun. Maybe I should do it once or twice a year.

~~~

When he entered the gates of Buckingham Palace, a memory of Minnie appeared on his mind.

A one memorable day full of fond memories. He started to regret made that promise. He wanted to know her more. He missed her. As an old saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Once he was inside Buckingham Palace, he was greeted by a sea of people, almost every one of them was British.

Yes, he did saw some faces from other countries but the amount was insignificant.

The question is, why was he invited? He didn't have British origin nor have any achievement in English literature. Heck, even his Godfather, Steven, and George Lucas weren't invited.

He got a hunch that these things were orchestrated by Princess Diana, but he wasn't sure about that.

Jodie Foster? Well, she said she had been a close friend with her since ages ago, so her invitation was not a peculiar case. Wait, where the hell was she?

Walking with Mary in his arms, he went to the big hall where he could see Queen Elizabeth II was greeting her acquaintance.

Didn't want to be rude, he made his way to her way. Maybe greeted her with a bow or something.

On his way, he was stopped by an old man who gave him a hostile glance. No, not at him. His eyes were directed at Mary.

"What are you doing here? Who gave an invitation to this whore?" His face was also reddened, holding back his anger.

Al squinted his eyes at him. This old man came out of nowhere and suddenly insulted Mary?

"Apologise if I offended you, SIR. But this is a public place and the person who you insulted was my sister. I have an invitation here if you want proof." He waved his invitation card to his face.

He looked at the invitation and surprise painted on his face. The invitation card looked genuine and he grumbled at the name he saw on that invitation card.

"Forgive me, I didn't know you are Alphonse Brandt."

"It's not me who owe an apology Sir, but my sister over here. And please kindly tell me who are you, Sir. If you have any manner left in you." He said in a hardened tone.

"Al, this, this is Baron Attenborough, he was the British Film Institute chairman, he and other distribution companies' chairman rejected our friendly approach and even insulted us. They had it coming when I insulted them back." Mary said with venom in her words.

'Damn! Mary! What did you say to them until this old man's vein visible on his face?' He thought.

"And you brave enough to insult us after we rejected your partnership proposal. You need to know your place. This may be a lesson for you. Never bring this slut in as the representative of your film company in here. Just my friendly advice." He then laughed.

"I don't know what your problem with her, sir but please restrain any comments you have that insult her. Also, you need to wash your mouth every day, your stinky breath scares every woman out there. Just friendly advice of course."

Al's words got to his nerves. But before he could vent his anger on Al, someone has stopped him first.

"What is going on here? Lord Attenborough, please keep your manner in check, I'm the one who invited them."

There came his savior, clad in a beautiful white gown, and her short golden hair flutters every time she walked.

Wherever she went, she was the center of the attention, as it is now. Their dispute has been the center of attention of this party and she came to stop them.

Of course, with her sidekick behind her.

She was Princess Diana, the people's princess; and her sidekick husband coming from behind.

Lord Attenborough bowed and left with tails between his legs. He didn't want to make a fuss and gave a bad impression on the royal families.

She may be only joined the royal family in 1982, but her popularity beat the shit out of everyone in British Monarchy.

"Alphonse, I'm glad you are coming! Certainly, it has been a while wasn't it?" She said.

Al, with Mary, held into his arm and gave her a courtesy bow. "It has, Princess Diana, we haven't seen each other since 2 years ago. May I introduce you to my partner for tonight, my sister, Mary Garcia." She also gave her a courtesy bow.

"This is my husband, Prince Charles. You should know him, right?"

Al and Mary gave a bow and he nodded sternly and even started to ignore them.

"Is this the person you want to introduce me to Diana, I have another important business to attend?" Charles said.

"Charles!" She was unable to stop him from turning his back away and left them.

'Spoiler ahead Charles, you'll never be a king even in 37 years.' He wanted to shout that to his face.

Al turned his face to her again and said, "Are you the one who invited me, Princess Diana?"

"Why yes, you are my favorite little actor in the Hollywood Al." She teased.

"But I'm not a little anymore Princess Di." She smiled a little when he called her that way,

"Did you know that my son, William really likes your film? He got complete merchandise of your film, especially <E.T.>."

"So where's this little William? Can't wait to meet my 'little' fans." He pressed "little" words as payback for her.

She smiled and shook her head, "He was being handled by caretakers, we can't have him too much exposure anymore. Forgive me, Al, I need to catch up with my husband. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is ours to take Princess Di."

While Princess Diana excuses herself to chase after her husband, Mary also excused herself to search for Jodie.

He felt he was a lone wolf in this crowd.

The British royal families never celebrate this kind of New Year's Eve Party, maybe this year was special.

For the time he was left alone, many people recognize him. Even some British directors invited him to play on their movies and some greeted him for curtsies.

He met some of the musicians he idolizes, such as Freddie Mercury, Phil Collins, Sting, Paul McCartney, etc.

Elton John came forward to him and hugged him like they were an old acquaintance. He apologized to him because he was judging him too early and asked him to have a little collaboration with him, which Al gladly took.

'Why he apologized? Did he somehow badmouth about me which I didn't know about?' He thought but he quickly dismissed it.

Elton John turned out to be a sincere person, although his mouth needs a chill a little.

After talking to some of the film producers and directors; and evading their offer with a polite rejection, he sighed.

He drank the glass of non-alcoholic wine to wet his sore throat because talking to these people, pity that he was not an age to drink yet, he really needed those.

The drinking with Minnie was one time only, especially in this public venue like this, it would lead to trouble if he consumed alcoholic beverages

"Tiring days?" A soft-spoken feminine voice traveled on his ears. He turned around and spurted his drinks to her face.

Support me by:

1. Promote to your friend

2. Be my patron pat reon.com/bukanorang (type directly to your browser)

3. Donate me on paypal.me/igdtj

Special thanks to my Patrons;

Executive Producer: Oli

Produced by:

JJTS

Striker

Cisco

Chris

Alienmatt

Michael S Mifsud

Directed by:

Jarvis