A Sticky Situation
1944 Words
I realised that something would be pretty off since I would lose all track of time from 1442 where I was ejected prematurely from my kitchen while serving dinner to early 1453 where I know simply monkey nuts of what would happen during that time.
I would not even know the progress for my children's education and their welfare and I wondered what I would have been doing during those 11 years.
Oh my Goodness...! I wish I have someone else here to give me some tips on where I should restart my life, as mentioned by Max over here.
He really confuses me a lot and he is not of much use to me at this moment because he does not give me tips on how to continue on from here.
How I wish I had Ceres the proper and intelligent guidance system that would be able to guide me to the fullest until I can get a grip of things myself. Right now, whatever I try to grip on something, the situation was simply as slippery as an eel...!
Max looked at me with his c****d head still and I was wondering what was going on in his or its mind. Whatever it is, all I know is that I need to go somewhere... Anywhere out from this place where I could at least be familiar with.
However, I am stumped at Max's mention to me regards to transmigrating to a time and place which I deem fit. Now, where would I be if I am neither here nor there???
"Say, Max. If let's say I transmigrated to 2nd January 1453, does my family still exists or do they know what happened to me from the time you had transferred me here till the date I reenter again in their lives?"
I was really up to my nostril filled with questions that need answers and I sincerely hope that this Max guy would be able to shed some information so at least I don't be too dense. All I wish for is that when I am here in this void, I was wondering if there's another self out there that looked like me and acted like me as well.
But who the fark is sleeping with my wife...?!?!
I facepalmed as I thought of the last question and wished that the question doesn't pop out in this manner. My Gosh...! How can I not think about it at the time like this...! HHUUAARRGGHH...!!!
"Relax my friend. Take it easy. Why do you need to think to that extent? In this case, might as well you transmigrate back to the same day, a few hours prior to the time you prepare the dinner in the kitchen. What say you?"
Max was twirling his walking cane in his hand again and was trying to find a solution for me, it seemed. Since I was worried about who would be sleeping with my wife during my 11 years absence, might as well I return back on the same day.
Weird... Why would I be thinking about such matters when I should be thinking about how to get out of this mess in the first place.
"Alright, Max. I think there's no other choice but to return back to the time when I was forcefully extricated from there."
"In that case, we would not have any quarrelsome ideas on who sleeps with who and at least I can monitor the growth of my children."
"Hey...! 11 years is a very long period you know...! If I were to have another child, he or she would be 10 years or so. Hahaha...!"
Max finally relaxed as he stopped puffing on a piece of thing that looks like as if he was fumigating the whole place. Haha. Right now, since I had decided to get back to where I was taken out from my present time, I could just wait for the transition to be completed.
"Hah...! All this talk is for nought. Well, so long my friend. You would be with Ceres as your guidance system right after this then. Take care of yourself and remember what I had advised you earlier — don't go attempting to kill yourself just to check if you're immortal or not, yeah? "
I laughed my head off and somehow I managed to get rid of the heavy feeling in my chest as I had decided to return back on Thursday, 17th November 1442, just after I had landed from the airship and had gone to the grocery to get the stuff to prepare dinner for the family.
Max came close to me as he touched his chest as a kind of salute and even though I had known him for only a few hours since I was brought here, I knew that he had a heavy heart as he watches me leave the void.
Somehow only he had known me for some years, going through an ardours journey together before finally upgrading the system guidance to Ceres right after his departure.
I wondered, where Max would be after this and would I ever hear again as he stepped away after saluting me and stepped a few steps back as I started to feel as swirling effect around me.
The dissipating effect could be felt once more as I feel myself getting lighter and the particles from my hands and body were slowly moving away as if being swept or blown through passages of time.
I felt that I would not be able to remember a thing that had happened here as if it had never happened before as I felt my body left the void and back to a rather familiar place.
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Thursday, 17th November 1442
Meanwhile, I had just finished preparing the pork ribs soup as I had earlier chosen the soft ribs which my two children loved to nibble on it (because their teeth are not fully developed yet...!) and chopped them up, rubbed them with a bit of salt and rinsed them as I made a thick broth and boiled the soft ribs down first.
Heather was minding the children as they were carrying their drawing books (which was duplicated in the realm) and had some colours with them as they were lying on their bellies, sprawled on the living room while they busily coloured the pictures on the pages.
"Hmm, it feels like a Deja Vu to me right now. I simply can't put my finger on it. Sigh... Whatever it is, I am getting hungry and the soft ribs are getting ready soon. Children...! Care to come here in the kitchen and help Daddy a bit?"
I hollered from the kitchen and I looked rather feminine with a tabard-like apron that I had secured to the front of my tunic and armour as I used the apron to wipe my hands every time I had completed a task.
The children who were being minded by Heather hollered back and kept their stuff and went to the kitchen as I got them to carry some plates and bowls to the dining table. As they got small hands, they could only manage to carry a plate and a bowl each every trip and places on the chair instead of the table.
"Daddy... Daddy... Is the pork ribs ready yet? Could you not put the black pepper inside the soup? You could put into your own bowl but not inside the cauldron. You should know that the black pepper is not good for us children, hehe."
HRH Amy was pulling a chair and was climbing on it to see how was the soup doing as the children were somewhat famished. I wondered if they had eaten any meals when I was out in the air trying to convert the airship into a bumblebee that shoots fireballs out from its arse. Hahaha...!
"Alright my dear children, Daddy would make the soup plain without any signs of black pepper except inside my own bowl, okay? Who doesn't love these soft ribs, right? When it's being boiled down just right, and if you had your full teeth, you could be gnawing on these pieces and not give away to Sir Blackie at all. Haha... "
The moment Sir Blackie heard its name being mentioned, it snuck its head out from under the dining table and I chuckled when I saw its doleful eyes staring at me and wishing me to spare him a rib or two.
In fact, Heather had bought 2 trotters and it had been prepared earlier in a separate pot. The children do not like to eat the trotters since they were not exposed to its gooey kind of meat near the area of the hoof. The children would prefer chicken feet instead but would only eat the metatarsal pad and leave the rest to Sir Blackie.
It is the only animal that is allowed to be in Greasy Spoon. Firstly, maybe it served the Royal Family in someway like finishing up the food the children aren't able to finish and secondly, you could never hear its bark unless it's a real emergency.
I guess the dog's job had been taken over by the soldiers manning the perimeter walls instead.
"Alright, kids. Call Mummy to help bring the steamed rice to the table. We would be having dinner pretty soon."
The children heard and hollered out in unison. "Yay... Yay... Dinner is being served. Mummy come and help us serve the steamed rice...!"
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"Entering town right now. Prepare for landing...!" the captain of the airship called out as he manoeuvred the airship into the airspace within the town and slowly brought the airship to a crawling pace.
Priestess Talladrin had dissipated the clouds that shrouded the airship right before entering the airspace of our town.
The Guardian, his mouth filled with Health Lozenges were mumbling not due to pain but because it was nearly impossible for him to swallow his saliva as the mixed flavours inside his mouth was making him salivate more than usual...!
Somehow, someone had placed more tangish flavours rather than the sweet ones inside his mouth to ensure that his health points are hovering at +1 all the time before he would be transported to the hospital for his burns treatment.
The rest was sure that if any doctors who happen to take a peek under the cloth that was covering the Guardian now would throw up even last night's dinner...! The burns sustained from the dripping drool of the hellhounds had made him look like a prematurely deformed lich.
You have a rough idea on how a lich may look like, right? Even the Guardian was surprised to see his internals still intact even after being burned through by the hot lava drool from those hellhounds.
"Alright, aircrewmen... Prepare for landing. The rest please render some assistance to ferry the injured to the hospital. Thank you for travelling with 911 Lightning. Hope you had a pleasant journey...!"
The captain of the airship was very jovial when he announced the arrival of the airship once it had entered the airspace and also the landing site. It was truly a blessing since there was no fatality and there's only a single casualty.
The Guardian may look like he was incapacitated for the rest of his life but the captain was very sure that with the healing powers of the Priestess, he would be up and about within a week...!
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