DEEP INSIDE #1

Just as Cheyenne crossed the first street of her district in Kyoto, Japan near the isle of Hiroshima, her cell phone started ringing. She wondered who was calling her yet she was at critical point, crossing the roads. Just nearby the far off busy main tarred road, there was a traffic jam and the robots were flashing red. She picked her phone waiting for the traffic to cross over to the main junction. She was surprised to find out that the caller was her uncle, Mr Huggins. She wondered why her uncle always called her often. There was something odd about this man, she thought as she pressed the dialling pad.
“Hello, Uncle Jake!”
“Hey Chey, where are you at?” Jake asked.
“I’m just by the first street. Is there anything wrong?”
“No Cherie... is your mother already home?” Oh God! Cheyenne didn’t like her uncle calling her by French names like “Cherie.., cara” she hated it. And now he was referring her aunt as her own mother.
“You mean Aunt Rose?” Cheyenne asked her uncle.
“Yes, yes sorry dear. Is she already home?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s wiser for you to call her? I don’t think it was best asking me that uncle.”
“Sure Chey. I’m sorry. See you at home.”
“Have a nice day.” Cheyenne replied.
“Thanks Chey!”
The phone clicked and Cheyenne sighed heavily. Her uncle was acting oddly during those days. She had failed to understand his sudden change of interest in her. He was a man of craftiness and had a reputation of being a philanderer. He had married Rose, her aunt twelve years ago when she was five and their son, Jaden was now seven years younger than her. Cheyenne’s parents had died when she was three. She had grown up in Tel Aviv, Israel in Europe where she lived with her mother’s sister; Elsie. Elsie suffered from heart problems and later was taken to an old people’s home because she couldn’t manage to look after herself and Cheyenne. She had to pay for Cheyenne’s school fees, buying her books, food and her hospital bills. She ended up in a serious condition that she could no longer work and she had to let Cheyenne go to live with Rose in Japan. During Cheyenne’s early puberty years, she did not feel comfortable staying with Rose. She missed Elsie badly especially with the changing moods of Rose and her quarrelling with Jake worsened her nostalgia. She remembered the days when she had come to Japan from Tel Aviv. She had missed her friends and looking for new friends again was becoming quite difficult for her. She was a rare beauty for she had inherited her Indian mother’s looks and her Spanish father features. She had long lashes, full lips, high cheekbones, black curly shiny hair, a full chest and a curvy structure. She had medium sized breasts, flat tummy, wide hips and long legs which were desirable. She walked gracefully and at the age of seventeen she was the belle of the ball at Kowloon College, leaving all men drooling in their shrewd mouths. Since her childhood up to the age of sixteen, she had never fallen in love with a guy and she never dreamt of one. But now, as the days seemed to fly she had suddenly grown fond of a guy called Palma, who was a year older than her at Kowloon College. He was friendly and seemed like he talked to everyone at their college. She liked his character but what troubled her most was if it was proper for her to confess her feelings to Palma Montagu. She found it improper and very weird but she had always learned the hard way. She believed she had to endure her feelings and wait until he asks her out. Maybe! She wasn’t sure of it. That was her life and sometimes it sucked.
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As the traffic ceased, Cheyenne much sure of it crossed the road and headed home. She reached home and only saw Jaden, her aunt’s son. He was already sitting in the dining, watching cartoons. That’s all he can do, she thought and nothing else.
“Jaden!” she called out.
“Oh Chey,” he turned and looked at her. “You are early today.”
“Yeah. Aunt is not here yet?” Cheyenne asked.
“Yes, and dad too. None of them is here yet.”
“Where is the maid?”
“Oopsy!” exclaimed Jaden. “Obvious, she is ironing my uniforms. What else can she do besides that?”
“You can’t even do that on your own?” she asked in shock.
“I’m a guy, Cheyenne!”
“What’s that supposed to mean? That you cannot wash your own clothes because you are a guy? You can’t just sit there, waiting to eat like you are the president’s son.”
“Go to change and eat your lunch. It’s in the oven.” Jaden replied her.
“What?” Cheyenne quickly walked towards him and switched of the television.
“What are you doing? What’s your problem, Chey?”
“Am i talking to myself? You can’t just be ignorant.”
“Whatever.” Jaden said switching on the television.
“Tch!” Cheyenne looked at him and without saying any word, she walked to her room with her shoes pounding the floor.
“Be careful Chey.” Jaden called out to her. “You might triple and fall and that will be a shame.”
“Shut up, Jaden!”
Jaden laughed and Cheyenne ignored him and walked to her room where she removed her uniform and wore her casual clothes. After she was done she went straight to the oven and got her chicken. She always ate little food for she was afraid of getting fat. She wanted to maintain her shape and was crazy about dieting. Just as she finished eating her aunt entered looking sombre like always.
“Good afternoon, aunt.”
“I believe both of you have washed and iron your uniforms. As you know i don’t have much time to roam around this house doing that for you. I got some work to do and my schedules are very tight and i think I’m going to need full time of rest.” She breathed. “And where is the maid?”
Cheyenne gasped. She had never heard someone speak so fast like what her aunt was doing. She wondered what was her problem was.
“The maid is in the sitting room.” Cheyenne replied.
“Okay, tell her to bring my food.”
“I can do that aunt.”
“Make it fast please. And where is Jaden?” Rose asked.
“He is watching cartoons. What else can he do besides that?”
“Oh, that little boy! Tell him mummy is home.” She sighed. “I’m tired.”
Cheyenne looked at her aunt for a moment then she left the dining room and went to the kitchen. She took the chicken in the oven and some potatoes and went to give her aunt.
“Here you are.” She said placing the plates on the table.
“Why potatoes?” Rose suddenly burst out. “God! Why didn’t you cook spaghetti?”
“That’s what Katessia made aunt.” Chey replied.
“Oh! This is so tiring... anyways can you bring me a bottle of wine.”
“Sure aunt.”
Cheyenne brought a bottle of wine and she poured it in a wine glass and her aunt sipped for a few minutes. After she was done, she took her bag and limped upstairs to her bedroom. Cheyenne took the plates and other dishes and she washed them. Both of them, Cheyenne and Katessia (the maid) were done doing the chores.

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