NationStates Jolt Archive

Wesley Gibson was a lucky man. He was blessed with a beautiful wife and three lovely children along with the modest house he had purchased several years back when his wife was pregnant with their first child. He was a hard working accountant who always seemed to be there for his wife and children, always making sure that they were fed and in good health, always making sure everything was just right. In Pala, where they lived, Wesley Gibson and his wife took two of their three children out while the oldest child, Flora, decided to stay behind. Flora was only fourteen but she was deemed mature enough to stay home alone if she wanted. She spent some time doing various things such as watch television to pass the time. After fixing herself up a light snack, Flora heard some knocking at the front door of the house and wondered if she should answer it or not. She wondered, remembering the safety rules that she'd always known about, about how it wasn't good to open doors for anyone who comes by for a visit.

Then again, it could have been just one of her friends hoping to hang out like they had always been doing for the past few years. Washing her hands and adjusting the light t-shirt that she wore along with her short pants, Flora opened the front door to look upon whoever it was that was visiting, not knowing that this was the first in a series of events that would bring nothing but death and destruction to this innocent Yomakan family and which would lead those involved to places they had never dreamt of visiting.

Wesley Gibson was a lucky man. So he thought.

In the door stood a certain Calu Mutza, an illegal immigrant from Zunola trying to pass it off as an African Yomakan. He was a tall, black man, slightly overwight and wearing a green coat with a white shirt underneath, along with black trousers and shoes. He had a few bags, and he looked about forty-years-old as he greeted Flora at the front door.

"Hello, ma'am," smiled Calu. "I am Calu Mutza, and your parents have hired me to work on contracting. I'm from the countryside, just arrived. Please may I come in?"

Flora didn't remember hearing her parents hire any contractors and assumed it must have been something they had done when she wasn't around. She did let Calu Mutza walk into the house and she watched him with a studious look, as if he were some exotic visitor from a strange and faraway land. As she walked around the house - rubbing the back of her neck - she told him that he was welcome to stay until her parents returned, telling him that he ought to speak with them. Flora leapt unto a nearby couch and smiled. "I guess you can just relax for now, Mr. Mutza, until my parents return. Do you want a drink or anything like that? You can take a seat here with me if you want. I'm just going to sit here and watch television."

Flora laid down upon the couch and turned over to her side as if she were some Roman man of old. She was a dainty and pretty woman, posessing features typical of women of British ancestry and having a lovely voice that was marked with tenderness. Flora Gibson didn't know the truth behind Calu Mutza but that's not something you think about in times like this. If Calu had wanted, Flora was his for the taking but then he'd have to answer to the Yomakan authorities if he was caught and they'd dispatch him to the grave - possibly to Hell - without any hesitation. "Mr. Mutza, is this your first job, then? I mean, if my parents hired you as a contractor, are we your first job?"

Flora didn't remember hearing her parents hire any contractors and assumed it must have been something they had done when she wasn't around. She did let Calu Mutza walk into the house and she watched him with a studious look, as if he were some exotic visitor from a strange and faraway land. As she walked around the house - rubbing the back of her neck - she told him that he was welcome to stay until her parents returned, telling him that he ought to speak with them. Flora leapt unto a nearby couch and smiled. "I guess you can just relax for now, Mr. Mutza, until my parents return. Do you want a drink or anything like that? You can take a seat here with me if you want. I'm just going to sit here and watch television."

"Oh, no thank you," smiled Calu. "Sorry for arriving at this moment of time, but the car ran out of petrol."

Flora laid down upon the couch and turned over to her side as if she were some Roman man of old. She was a dainty and pretty woman, posessing features typical of women of British ancestry and having a lovely voice that was marked with tenderness. Flora Gibson didn't know the truth behind Calu Mutza but that's not something you think about in times like this. If Calu had wanted, Flora was his for the taking but then he'd have to answer to the Yomakan authorities if he was caught and they'd dispatch him to the grave - possibly to Hell - without any hesitation. "Mr. Mutza, is this your first job, then? I mean, if my parents hired you as a contractor, are we your first job?"

"Please, call me Calu," said Calu. "And no. I had a few jobs out in the countryside, a few mansions and that."