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It has been a long siku for all the cast and crew of the hit TV series, House. They have started filming way too early than usual but end up still having to shoot the last scenes almost another dawn. They call it a siku at three in the morning and all energies were flagging, especially to Hugh, who has been the nyota of the first episode of their sixth season. Good thing was that he was still able to drive himself safely back to his house a few blocks away from where they are filming the scenes. The moment he reached home, he bother to take some coffee, some TV news and a kuoga but not a call to his family. He glanced to his London time zone clock and it would be okay to give a simple “hi” to them but then he’s sure the phone call will take a lot of hours and that is what he least needed at the moment aliyopewa the fact that he’s left out energy was only being powered kwa the coffee he just drank. Sleep is what he needs so off he goes to go to a deep slumber he has waited for almost half his day.
His clock went ringing kwa 11 am and he turned it off kwa clumsily slamming a palm on it. His eyes were still shut and his brain was barely running kwa the time he got off and went for a shower. The cold water flowing from his short-cut hair woke him up a little better than five dakika ago. He went out and got ready for work. Another siku of acting, another siku of pick-up-this-and-do-that moments for him and for the rest of the cast and crew, well, at least that’s what we think he’s heading to.
He pulled one of his drawers out, one where he kept his watches and keys and his wedding ring. Those were the last thing he surely won’t miss to take with him wherever he goes. It’s like his life depends on them that if they’re gone, he will be gone too. He first took out his watch and while he was putting it on, his cell phone rang which he immediately answered after giving a smile while looking at the caller’s ID screen.
“Hey,” he greeted with phone tightly sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he managed to secure his watch, “uh-hm, I’ll be there in 20.” He got the phone and pressed the END button before placing it inside his pocket. He went back to the drawer and carefully lifted his silver wedding ring that has been part of every picha shoot a man named Hugh Laurie has. He curved a smile on his lips as he turned it around like what he usually does, it’s like a ritual but zaidi like an admiration phase before wearing it everyday of his life for the past 19 years. His thumb rolled on the engraved name of his wife inside the mduara, duara that had brought another smile to him as he remember the siku when both of them happily said, “I do”. Across Jo’s full name, were another group of engraved letters and numbers.
June 16, 1989. Ha, Hugh imagined, what a special siku to remember. It was the siku he was re-born. He tied a knot that has been shaken several times for the past years they were together as husband and wife and until now the knot has stayed as a knot. He closely looked at the shining object before him. A symbol of everlasting love, others may say, but now all Hugh could see was the word “love” but the “everlasting” seemed to be walking out itself from the picture. He closed his palm letting the ring sink in inside. He usually feels joy whenever he does this but not this time. He’s incomplete, he’s restless his near to be called “empty”. There no zaidi reason to be wearing it around except for media showcase to tell them there’s nothing wrong when actually, there is.
He rode his bike after thirty dakika of staring at the silver object he already had laid back on the box. He got himself caught kwa a red light as he was driving downtown in LA. Things such as career and marital plans were running in his head as he waited for the green light for him to go. He didn’t bother to look down at his ring finger since he left home, because there’s nothing to look at. He left the ring and don’t know if he will ever wear it around again. Red, yellow, green. Traffic lights were beginning to shift two sekunde at a time and when it reached the bottom light, Hugh rode his bike like breeze and went straight to somewhere he knows he will be for the rest of his life.
He pulled up in a karakana and walked in to the house like he has been aliyopewa all the privilege of the owner to feel at nyumbani and just kick the door close behind. He threw the bike’s key somewhere like it was just his nyumbani and began to stand kwa the counter as if looking for something… au someone.
“Oh dear, I’m lost,” he alisema with a smile, “I don’t think I am in a Normal Kali-fornia,” he added. It has been his joke for the past months pointing to the rumored boyfriend of his good friend Lisa. The word “lost” in Hugh’s word figuratively was pointing to the TV onyesha where the boy toy is working for. Normal Kali-fornia was actually a joke name as a replacement for Norman Kali.
“What the hell,” a woman’s voice sounded from behind, “still not giving up on that?” Hugh turned and drew a smile on his lips knowing this isn’t just a dream au a fantasy, Lisa E is really there in front of him. They hurriedly hugged each other after not doing so for almost two months.
“I have missed wewe so much,” he confessed without pulling back but Lisa was the one who did and looked down.
“Did it feel the same way?” she asked with a knowing smile that made Hugh look down as well. He gave her a grin as she look into his eyes again knowing what “it” stands for. “You don’t know how much,” he draw her closer for a hug and she followed the act kwa wrapping her arms around his neck. They shared fearsome kisses like there’s no tomorrow as Hugh lifted Lisa to the bedroom.
Hugh’s head felt like hell that same siku when he arrived home. He walked straight to the bedroom and pulled the same drawer to keep his watch and key but he then pulled the wedding ring out and placed it on the dawati nearby. He sat down to write down a letter for his wife saying:
Dear Jo,
I am sending this back. We need to talk.
Hugh
The paper was folded and, with the ring inside another box, was placed inside a mail bag to be ship out to London. Before he went to kitanda that night, he lifted a picture frame up and smiled the moment he glanced at the image of Lisa again.
It has been a long siku for all the cast and crew of the hit TV series, House. They have started filming way too early than usual but end up still having to shoot the last scenes almost another dawn. They call it a siku at three in the morning and all energies were flagging, especially to Hugh, who has been the nyota of the first episode of their sixth season. Good thing was that he was still able to drive himself safely back to his house a few blocks away from where they are filming the scenes. The moment he reached home, he bother to take some coffee, some TV news and a kuoga but not a call to his family. He glanced to his London time zone clock and it would be okay to give a simple “hi” to them but then he’s sure the phone call will take a lot of hours and that is what he least needed at the moment aliyopewa the fact that he’s left out energy was only being powered kwa the coffee he just drank. Sleep is what he needs so off he goes to go to a deep slumber he has waited for almost half his day.
His clock went ringing kwa 11 am and he turned it off kwa clumsily slamming a palm on it. His eyes were still shut and his brain was barely running kwa the time he got off and went for a shower. The cold water flowing from his short-cut hair woke him up a little better than five dakika ago. He went out and got ready for work. Another siku of acting, another siku of pick-up-this-and-do-that moments for him and for the rest of the cast and crew, well, at least that’s what we think he’s heading to.
He pulled one of his drawers out, one where he kept his watches and keys and his wedding ring. Those were the last thing he surely won’t miss to take with him wherever he goes. It’s like his life depends on them that if they’re gone, he will be gone too. He first took out his watch and while he was putting it on, his cell phone rang which he immediately answered after giving a smile while looking at the caller’s ID screen.
“Hey,” he greeted with phone tightly sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he managed to secure his watch, “uh-hm, I’ll be there in 20.” He got the phone and pressed the END button before placing it inside his pocket. He went back to the drawer and carefully lifted his silver wedding ring that has been part of every picha shoot a man named Hugh Laurie has. He curved a smile on his lips as he turned it around like what he usually does, it’s like a ritual but zaidi like an admiration phase before wearing it everyday of his life for the past 19 years. His thumb rolled on the engraved name of his wife inside the mduara, duara that had brought another smile to him as he remember the siku when both of them happily said, “I do”. Across Jo’s full name, were another group of engraved letters and numbers.
June 16, 1989. Ha, Hugh imagined, what a special siku to remember. It was the siku he was re-born. He tied a knot that has been shaken several times for the past years they were together as husband and wife and until now the knot has stayed as a knot. He closely looked at the shining object before him. A symbol of everlasting love, others may say, but now all Hugh could see was the word “love” but the “everlasting” seemed to be walking out itself from the picture. He closed his palm letting the ring sink in inside. He usually feels joy whenever he does this but not this time. He’s incomplete, he’s restless his near to be called “empty”. There no zaidi reason to be wearing it around except for media showcase to tell them there’s nothing wrong when actually, there is.
He rode his bike after thirty dakika of staring at the silver object he already had laid back on the box. He got himself caught kwa a red light as he was driving downtown in LA. Things such as career and marital plans were running in his head as he waited for the green light for him to go. He didn’t bother to look down at his ring finger since he left home, because there’s nothing to look at. He left the ring and don’t know if he will ever wear it around again. Red, yellow, green. Traffic lights were beginning to shift two sekunde at a time and when it reached the bottom light, Hugh rode his bike like breeze and went straight to somewhere he knows he will be for the rest of his life.
He pulled up in a karakana and walked in to the house like he has been aliyopewa all the privilege of the owner to feel at nyumbani and just kick the door close behind. He threw the bike’s key somewhere like it was just his nyumbani and began to stand kwa the counter as if looking for something… au someone.
“Oh dear, I’m lost,” he alisema with a smile, “I don’t think I am in a Normal Kali-fornia,” he added. It has been his joke for the past months pointing to the rumored boyfriend of his good friend Lisa. The word “lost” in Hugh’s word figuratively was pointing to the TV onyesha where the boy toy is working for. Normal Kali-fornia was actually a joke name as a replacement for Norman Kali.
“What the hell,” a woman’s voice sounded from behind, “still not giving up on that?” Hugh turned and drew a smile on his lips knowing this isn’t just a dream au a fantasy, Lisa E is really there in front of him. They hurriedly hugged each other after not doing so for almost two months.
“I have missed wewe so much,” he confessed without pulling back but Lisa was the one who did and looked down.
“Did it feel the same way?” she asked with a knowing smile that made Hugh look down as well. He gave her a grin as she look into his eyes again knowing what “it” stands for. “You don’t know how much,” he draw her closer for a hug and she followed the act kwa wrapping her arms around his neck. They shared fearsome kisses like there’s no tomorrow as Hugh lifted Lisa to the bedroom.
Hugh’s head felt like hell that same siku when he arrived home. He walked straight to the bedroom and pulled the same drawer to keep his watch and key but he then pulled the wedding ring out and placed it on the dawati nearby. He sat down to write down a letter for his wife saying:
Dear Jo,
I am sending this back. We need to talk.
Hugh
The paper was folded and, with the ring inside another box, was placed inside a mail bag to be ship out to London. Before he went to kitanda that night, he lifted a picture frame up and smiled the moment he glanced at the image of Lisa again.