September 28th

9. Blended Disaster

♧Carl♧

"Are you guys boarding the plane now?" Svante grunted a response through the phone and I knew the event didn't go so well. I had countless of missed calls and voice messages from him and mother. Mother was ranting about how Svante didn't put much effort into presenting the company well and I could feel her anger seeping through the phone when she spoke about his abrupt disappearance.

Those two never seemed to get along but I knew their love for each other lay somewhere within them. Svante was just stubborn and always thought mother preferred me over him but I knew better. Mother loved him more  he was, after all, her only biological son, she just didn't know how to show it considering that she was the stereotyped 'independent working woman' more business and work orientated than family and holidays. She was always too hard on him and especially since he had decided to take a different path in life, he wasn't the business type, architecture, landscaping and art was more of his choice.

"Okay call me when you arrive, I'm dropping off the files at the boutique first before going home." I ended the call. I took out Stephy's keys for the boutique anticipating the struggle that always came with opening the front door but found the door open. My senses were on alert thinking that somebody might have broken in.

I creep closer into the hallway. Once I reached the closest open office which turned out to be Tasha's I grabbed her gigantic punch to use as a weapon.

Closer and closer I crept straining my ears to hear sounds. Soft music came from the kitchen, slowly I lifted up the punch with both my hands ready to hit the intruder, but why would the intruder play music whilst stealing.

Not knowing quite well what to expect I calmed myself and listened again. The music was now accompanied by horrible singing and I knew right away who it was. I softly chuckled when I reached the kitchen entrance and saw Tasha dancing. "Amoooré" she lifted her arms to the sky and imitated the opera singer. She then twirled herself popping fruit into the blender with each turn. Then she moved her hips side to side sliding her hands to her side before twerling again. The beat then slowed down and so did she. With each key of the piano she popped fruit into the blender, finally the booming voice of the Opera singer came out and the music picked up its pace and it's like she was possessed. She moved her head up and down jerking her body left and right her short hair bobbed along with her. I was starting to feel sorry for her neck and quite clearly my stomuch was hurting from the silent laughter I was failing to contain. Any second longer and I'd crack.

Tasha poured milk into the blender carefully not spilling any on the counter top. "Siiiisaaaaaleriiiii!!!!"  She screamed out.  She twirled her way to the plug point forgetting to put the lid on the blender, she switched on the blender and the whole mixture flew messing her and the small spaced kitchen Tasha stopped mid-air not really knowing what had just happened.

I slumped down on the floor holding on to the stomach. Her facial expression was the icing to the cake because I could no longer hold it in. I laughed out so loud she got startled and jumped screaming for dear life. Her lips pursed as she realised it was only me. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Her hand flew to her hips. "T-that...that wasss...epic" I laughed at her again when she got annoyed puffing out her cheeks.

She quickly turned away and assessed the mess she made. The kitchen was not messed that much because most of it landed on her, realising this I laughed even harder. She huffed and threw the kitchen towel at me before rushing out to go get cleaned. My laugh followed her out,"Shut the fuck up Carl!!" She may have seemed upset but I know she was more embarrassed then upset.

♤Svante♤

The silence was deafening, I needed her to say something anything at all to cover this silence that she had rapped us in.