There She Goes Again

“Watching American Idol again?”

Gabriel offered a drink to Emma. It was plain water but it was enough to quench her thirst. Cold water, as usual. He took a seat next to her and drank from his own glass. “I didn’t saw it to the end last night. I had to follow mom, remember?” Emma replied.

“Oh yeah, the Lent thing,” Gabriel took another sip. “So, how is it going?”

“What is?”

“The show…”

“Oh. Well, the participants are younger this time. And there’s more attitude than the last season. I like Ramiele Malubay and Syesha Mercado. Danny Noriega is annoying but I think it is fun to see him on stage. I think. He kind of reminds me of a few schoolmates last year. Err, no, I think only one schoolmate. Well, whatever, he’s cocky.”

“Four were struck off, right?”

“Hmm, yeah, wasn’t really fond of them anyway. Hey, I’m just a TV audience.”

Gabriel slapped her forehead. She slapped his arm. They both laughed at each other. It was certainly something Emma needed. She’s been quiet ever since her sister Roxanna went home to her husband’s house, along with baby Natalie. Kadazandusun women who gave birth had to follow a period of traditional dos and don’ts for at least two months subsequent to the births. It was only this morning that Roxanna left but Emma missed Natalie already.

She was bored at home. Having the trio around was a great help.

“Oh well,” she sighed. “I’ll be babysitting Nat full-time next Monday onwards cause Rox’s working again. Boy, I’m so gonna miss them, Nat and Aidan when I’ve to leave for university.”

Gabriel smiled at her.

“Quit it, Gabe, I’m darn bored here! I wanna play the Sims 2 but she took my external hard-drive with her. She’ll return it soon of course but I wanna play now!” Emma pouted. It was always amusing to see her pout. She looked like an overgrown baby with long, black hair and a childish attitude that never seemed to leave her. She was in that kind of mood where, if she was dating someone, she would turn into a spoilt but very cute, doll princess, if you get what I mean. Strangely enough, guys around her like it when she pouts. The fact is, when she pouts she doesn’t demand anything. She’d stay close with you and talk as if the world was heaven, you are her Prince Charming and everything is the most beautiful. Somehow, the guys find it a boost to their self-esteem. It was as if she was hitting on them, at the same time making them feel greatly needed and appreciated.

True, there’s a child in every one of us but for Emma, it’s a baby who’s a few months old. The one that you just hate to love but you’d make much a fuss if she cried or something was to happen to her.

That’s why people hate it when she’s serious. When she is, you’ll feel the world has crumbled down on you – her words get too deep, you can’t swim in her thoughts and her vision’s too far you’d wonder, how old is she?

Luckily, she’s the overgrown baby most of the time. What a perfect way to describe her. An overgrown baby. She seemed so innocent but she’s just damn matured enough to make you crazy cause she starts to sound like your mother. But who doesn’t love one’s mother?

“I’m bored!!!” Emma hugged her pillow and continued to pout.

Gabriel shook his head, still wearing his smile.

“Alright, I’ll go and download some games for you, milady.”