The next day, Amy brought them to what she called a base. It looked more like a regular corporate office than a laboratory or a hospital. She gave them envelopes that contain the contract.
"I recommend you read it carefully before signing it, bring it to your suites and study and when you're sure enough, you can tell me and we'll discuss, okay?" But both of them have no hesitation Isabel is sure that Cindy will sign it up.
"Isabel? why are you here?" It's Alex, she's wearing a typical executive suit.
"Oh, Amy invited me with Cindy." She pretended to feel happy to see Alex.
"Alright, I'm about to visit your house anyway, your schedule for paragliding is today." Was it really today? Her stomach churned.
She really wanted to try at least one extreme sport in her entire life.
"Ohh, can we come?" Amy asked, holding Cindy's hands. Alex seems not happy about that, but she nodded as if she had no choice.
"This is going to be so much fun." Amy's face was distorted and a little unpleasant to watch. She was too excited. She saw a blond girl on YouTube who cried upon learning they were going to Disneyland.
"Everyone come this way." Alex brought them to the garage, and where the van was getting ready to leave. Because of the excitement, everyone forgets the contract.
Isabel actually can't explain how she felt, but she's not excited at all.
She did not share any of Amy's excitement.
She would want to back out, but it would disappoint her friends, so she just needs to suck it up. She took a deep breath and exhaled. Why in the world did, she write this on her bucket list. She feared heights.
"Are you nervous?" Cindy asked, and held her right hand. She nodded. They didn't pry, so she assumed they understand how she felt.
"Nevermind, we're here anyway, might as well give it a try." She said, but Cindy knew her smile was fake.
"It's going to be great," Amy said, joined the holding hands.
"Look, we're like playing rock paper scissors," Amy said and laughed in her own lame joke.
In his mansion, Hash kept himself shut inside his laboratory. He even forgot that tomorrow was the pageant.
He kept polishing the model machine gun he had made. He even forgot to eat.
"Now I only need to produce parts and gunpowder." He talked as if the machine gun was sexier than Mau. Like it was the most sensual thing he could ever possess.
Even if Isabel's iPhone has totally gone out of battery. It's the best he has pulled out of it.
When done placing everything in its place, his thought brought him back to his tent. He had a flashback to Isabel's fervent kisses. Not the sensual intercourse he had with the kitten, but Isabel. He smirked, touching his own lips. She totally bewitched him.
This sleek wooden machine gun reminded Hash of her sultry red lips and her smooth ivory-colored skin. The perfect contrast from his skin made his little man erect.
"Damn it Isabel, where are you." Talking to an iPhone with drained battery life.
Meanwhile, Mau was already in one of the capital's expensive inns. Preparing a beauty ritual. They painted her skin with a golden embossed design that made her brown skin look luxurious and shiny.
She looked beautiful and healthy, ready to carry a son or two for his majesty. She smiled while holding her abdomen. But it was dark, and she was not aware that Hash did a birth control method for men.
From the ocean, everyone could hear screams on the shore. It was the voices of Amy and Cindy, which has their own parachute.
It's confusing whether they enjoyed it or were happy about it.
The wind blew Isabel's parachute away from their mark. The wind brought her further.
"No-no! somebody help!" she shrieked, terrified.
"Oh god please don't let me die today." She stupidly prayed, holding the harness of the parachute tightly.
She turned to where Cindy and Amy were; she had gone too far. Even the experts who ran to her side were too far away.
She burst out in desperation.
"Mommy!"
She called her mom, it's what she was doing whenever she's in trouble.
"Oh, my god Isabel!" Cindy placed her hand on her mouth, her heart palpitated, stomach clenched, worried for her friend.
"Somebody help!" Amy cried. Running unconsciously to where the wind was carrying Isabel.
Alex was the only rational person in the place right now. She took the cart and followed Isabel's location.
"Isabel, don't panic, just hang in there tight!"
Isabel couldn't hear what she was shouting.
Soon she might clash in the infrastructure, but the wind had no signs of letting her down.
When the paragliding men noticed, she panicked; they burrowed the two-way radio from Alex.
"Don't panic, push the harness to your left to avoid the building!" She was now hyperventilating.
She pushed her left handle to the left nervously. "Left, left, left." She chanted, not herself.
"Very Good! keep pushing left until you steer clear of the tall structures!" The guy kept instructing her.
"Okay, left-left-left" she said, still terrified, kept blowing air from her mouth rapidly.
"Nice! Keep steering the left handle, that's it."
Somehow, it calmed her a little. Even if it's not a guarantee that she's safe yet.
The wind was too strong for her. She was too far from where they started.
At the brink of death, she thought, no one but Hash. If this was her death, she wanted to be with him.
Momentarily, the thought of him relaxed her.
"Now push both handles backward."
She was busy imagining his image, that she failed to catch the last instruction.
"Isabel push!" Annoyed, Alex shouted below, probably the only emotion she had heard from the start.
It startled her, and she panicked one more time. She pushed the handle instead of pulling it. Which carried her further away.
"No-no, pull, pull!"
But it's too late.