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The Holmberg and Hilde Legacy Contents: Chapters -Chapter 1: The Founders -Chapter 2: Laying Roots -Chapter 3: Wedding Bells -Chapter 4: Circle of Life -Chapter 5: The A-Team -Chapter 6: G...
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Chapter 5: The A-Team
She saw him knee-deep in a murky pond when they were in senior year. She always thought that he was cool, but he kept to himself; loner by choice, loner by nature. “Talk to him”, she said to herself. “Why don’t you just talk to him?”
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Arabella Hilde was popular at school – her grandparents were loved by the community and her parents were world-class musicians. She loved to hang out in the family art gallery, mixing and mingling with locals and esteemed guests alike. Asher Churchill came to the gallery once in September. He was wearing an oversized sweater with thumbholes, like usual, but something was different about him. She looked at him for a long time before she realised – he brushed his hair. Asher never did that... Was it cut? It used to be longer, she was sure of it.
“Honey, you’ve been looking at that boy for fifteen minutes straight,” Zolita smiled.
Arabella’s face was beet red when Asher made his was over to her. “This is your family’s gallery, right?” He asked as if he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Arabella answered. She was never nervous talking to anyone, but this Asher kid got her flustered.
“Cool,” he said as he walked off.
“Cool,” Arabella said to herself. Her mother laughed quietly.
He spent another hour at the gallery, browsing through the art. Arabella distracted herself by helping an elderly couple read the plaques on the wall. She was so proud of her grandparents’ work, and she loved the town she grew up in, but she knew that she was a city girl at heart. “And this is my personal favourite,” Arabella pointed to a portrait of Ishka cooking in her pyjamas. She was going to miss this place.
And here she was, one year later, on a morning jog. “You probably shouldn’t be in there,” Arabella called out. “Who knows what’s in there?”
“Exactly!” Asher shouted. His full concentration remained on the water, as if something was going to jump out. “Who knows what’s in here?”
Arabella cursed as she was taking off her shoes and socks. She hesitantly entered the pond and walked slowly to Asher’s side. He explained to her that he saw a crab of some sort enter the water. And then something about the crab attracting certain bugs which eat a certain type of plant and blah blah blah… She tried to listen to him but she had no idea what he was saying. Long story short – he wanted the plant.
An hour later, they found it. Their clothes were caked in mud and Asher’s blond beard was now a dark brown. The pure ecstasy on the young man’s face was contagious – Arabella was having the time of her life. “You should be a botanist or something,” she said. “You sure love plants.”
“I plan on it,” smile lines formed around his eyes.
When her little sisters ask where the two had their first kiss, Arabella lies and says it was by the beach on their third date. In her head, she says “It was muddy, very, very muddy.”
After graduation, and ditching the school dance to go to the drive-thru in formal wear, Arabella and Asher decided to move into an apartment. They both wanted to take a gap year so that they could experience life together. He knew that she had her heart set on living in the city. He wasn’t much of a city person himself, but the university in the area that she applied for had a good Botany course he could see himself doing in the future.
Asher also knew something about Arabella that she never told him directly – she could not live without her sisters. When he suggested that he purchase an entire floor in the Culpepper Apartments block, Arabella freaked out. Welcome to San Myshuno – New Zealand’s own Hong Kong and Tokyo infusion! Yes! Yes! Yes! The sisters could live together and still have their privacy and independence. He followed through with his offer, thank god for the family fortune, but could only buy three out of four apartments. The forth apartment was home to a large family with three toddlers… at least they were not young partygoers, right?
Felix and Zolita were happy that their eldest child had found such a sweet boy. They approved of them moving in together – both seeing the kid as the son they never had. Asher loved them like they were his in-laws already.
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She saw him knee-deep in a murky pond when they were in senior year. She always thought that he was cool, but he kept to himself; loner by choice, loner by nature. “Talk to him”, she said to herself. “Why don’t you just talk to him?”
Arabella Hilde was popular at school – her grandparents were loved by the community and her parents were world-class musicians. She loved to hang out in the family art gallery, mixing and mingling with locals and esteemed guests alike. Asher Churchill came to the gallery once in September. He was wearing an oversized sweater with thumbholes, like usual, but something was different about him. She looked at him for a long time before she realised – he brushed his hair. Asher never did that... Was it cut? It used to be longer, she was sure of it.
“Honey, you’ve been looking at that boy for fifteen minutes straight,” Zolita smiled.
Arabella’s face was beet red when Asher made his was over to her. “This is your family’s gallery, right?” He asked as if he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Arabella answered. She was never nervous talking to anyone, but this Asher kid got her flustered.
“Cool,” he said as he walked off.
“Cool,” Arabella said to herself. Her mother laughed quietly.
He spent another hour at the gallery, browsing through the art. Arabella distracted herself by helping an elderly couple read the plaques on the wall. She was so proud of her grandparents’ work, and she loved the town she grew up in, but she knew that she was a city girl at heart. “And this is my personal favourite,” Arabella pointed to a portrait of Ishka cooking in her pyjamas. She was going to miss this place.
And here she was, one year later, on a morning jog. “You probably shouldn’t be in there,” Arabella called out. “Who knows what’s in there?”
“Exactly!” Asher shouted. His full concentration remained on the water, as if something was going to jump out. “Who knows what’s in here?”
Arabella cursed as she was taking off her shoes and socks. She hesitantly entered the pond and walked slowly to Asher’s side. He explained to her that he saw a crab of some sort enter the water. And then something about the crab attracting certain bugs which eat a certain type of plant and blah blah blah… She tried to listen to him but she had no idea what he was saying. Long story short – he wanted the plant.
An hour later, they found it. Their clothes were caked in mud and Asher’s blond beard was now a dark brown. The pure ecstasy on the young man’s face was contagious – Arabella was having the time of her life. “You should be a botanist or something,” she said. “You sure love plants.”
“I plan on it,” smile lines formed around his eyes.
When her little sisters ask where the two had their first kiss, Arabella lies and says it was by the beach on their third date. In her head, she says “It was muddy, very, very muddy.”
After graduation, and ditching the school dance to go to the drive-thru in formal wear, Arabella and Asher decided to move into an apartment. They both wanted to take a gap year so that they could experience life together. He knew that she had her heart set on living in the city. He wasn’t much of a city person himself, but the university in the area that she applied for had a good Botany course he could see himself doing in the future.
Asher also knew something about Arabella that she never told him directly – she could not live without her sisters. When he suggested that he purchase an entire floor in the Culpepper Apartments block, Arabella freaked out. Welcome to San Myshuno – New Zealand’s own Hong Kong and Tokyo infusion! Yes! Yes! Yes! The sisters could live together and still have their privacy and independence. He followed through with his offer, thank god for the family fortune, but could only buy three out of four apartments. The forth apartment was home to a large family with three toddlers… at least they were not young partygoers, right?
Felix and Zolita were happy that their eldest child had found such a sweet boy. They approved of them moving in together – both seeing the kid as the son they never had. Asher loved them like they were his in-laws already.
