The Berries' Dilemma S01 Ep06 - Fixing This Once Golden Bridge

Previously on the Berries' Dilemma

“Honey, you’re back!” Said Jizzy, quickly throwing the bread and butter he was holding.

“I came home earlier than expected, only to find hooliganism being practiced in my hall. What in the world is going on here?! STRAW?!” Scolded Tiny, while glaring at me with every intention of harm.

“Thank god you’re back! Straw was going to divorce Smelly.” Ribena foolishly informed Tiny.

“WHAT?!” Screeched Tiny, and I knew, doomsday was near.

“Hello.” I picked it up, and lifted a high five, asking them to wait.

“Good evening, is this a relative of Mr. Imran AKA Buluberry?” Asked a friendly female voice.

“Oh no, Look if you’re pregnant with his child then I’m not going to help him again, I’m sorry, Paris Hilton was the last draw.” I said with my eyes closed, for I was truly sorry.

“And where are you running to?” Asked Tiny sarcastically.

“The hospital, Bulu was involved in an accident.” I said with haste, turned around and walked.

“You are not going anywhere boy!” Scolded Tiny.

"What would Syazzy and Isaberry say about this..."

Episode 6 - Fixing This Once Golden Bridge

Millions of people around the world were moving, trying to build something, trying to produce something, trying to achieve something. More than half of that portion were doing all of it, for money, and more than half of them, were finding money for people other than themselves. Making money was a goal. To some, it was a life time goal, where the most important thing was for them to gain the most profit out of anything they did, even if it meant crossing lines. To some, it was just one of the important things in life, something they needed to do, something they just had to do, and to some, money just was a need for survival, never for luxuries. Money was always important to everyone, but the value of its importance, that was a different story. To the Berries, money was just their current and common goal after marriage. They had found love in each other just 6 months after college ended, so all that was left, was money.

Things changed years later, things grew bitter, sweeter, and sour. I made millions right after publishing the second volume of my novel, and that only took precisely four years after college. My wife, Smelly, created her own talk show, JQTV, and it became a big hit faster than I could learn basic guitar. Pussy and Bulu’s first album, Respect, Faith, Trust, Loyalty became platinum right off the bat, thanks to their hit single, ‘Now I’m Here’. Apple started her own dance school nearby. She did not earn as much as the other Berries did, but she loved her job better than others. Kitty was known as the fresh talent in directing shortly after college, with his wife Ribena nearby as his secretary. We all made more money than we could ever imagine, and we were never happier, for a while. Who said it was always sunny in a rich man’s world?

“We should, continue this some other time, right now, we should go visit Bulu.” I said after a long pause.

“The visiting hour is over, we should do it tomorrow instead.” Corrected Smelly.

“Why is this happening at such a bad time...” Said Kitty, finally voicing his opinion.

“Well MAYBE, it’s because Grandad Jizzy hired CRISTIANO here, from Portugal!” I said bluntly.

“What?!What’s wrong with my butler?! Eh he’s great okay!” Scolded Jizzy.

“Oh no, there’s nothing wrong with his work, but his name and where he is from reminds me of Cristiano Ronaldo, and I do NOT like him!” I shouted.

Before Jizzy could even reply, the door was fiercely bashed. It was Cristiano the butler, barging in.

“YOU DON TALK BAD ABOUT CRISTIANO RONALDO, YOU BUFFON!” Scolded Cristiano. He was clearly a fan, and before anyone of us could speak, he started sobbing uncontrollably, inevitably making me feel bad. “Cristia-no, is our hero!” He continued, choking between syllabuses.

“Why are you even blaming Cristiano Ronaldo here?” Asked Kitty.

“Because that guy just pisses me off!” I knew I was being selfish and irrelevant, but it was one of my inescapable weaknesses.

“Apologize to Cristiano now Straw!” Commanded Tiny.

“B-But...” I mumbled, hesitating.

“Apologize or I won’t admit you are my husband!” Smelly cut in.

“What?! Unbelievable! And who was the one who fed me goldfish and cats for one whole year?!” I said.

“Oh?! What does THAT have to do with this?!” Said Smelly.

“That has everything to do with this u!..u!... u husband forgetter!” I said angrily.

Smelly gasped and before she could say anything, Cristiano sobbed harder than ever. As tears started flowing down his cheeks, I looked at him, innocently and filled with regrets, and apologized.

“I’m sorry Cristiano, I never meant what I said. Ronaldo is a great player, I don’t like him, but, I gotta admit he’s good.” I apologized honestly.

“Re-really?” Asked Cristiano in awe.

“Yea, of course, Torres is much better, but he’s not bad himself.”

Cristiano smiled, shook my hand, and left without saying a word. I guessed he was happy that a Liverpool fan actually complimented on Cristiano Ronaldo.

“Ok, now that that is taken care of, answer me this...Did you really feed your husband cats and goldfish Smelly?” Asked Tiny slowly.

“Well...That was before I learned how to cook.” Confessed Smelly.

“Yeah, but when she learned how to, she stopped cooking for me!” I said.

“That was because you never complimented on it! I took the effort to learn how to cook and you never once said it was good!” Complained Smelly.

“Oh my god, now that you mentioned it, Jizzy never complimented on MY cooking either! In fact, when I started cooking, Jizzy hired 5 chefs, FIVE!” Said Tiny, as if this revelation was the most important one of the night.

“Why are men so ungrateful?!” Complained Smelly...again...

“YEAH!” Supported Tiny.

Both of the girls looked at Ribena, waiting for her to share her experience in this matter, or rather, contribute something to support the girls. Jizzy on the other hand was occupied with food. He called the waiter as the arguments were warmed up .
“Well...Kitty...always compliments my cooking.” Confessed Ribena, and Kitty only smiled.

“Eh, you get me the butter prawn, and then....” Said Jizzy while thinking, ordering his food.

“Okay honey, that is uncalled for, I compliment you on other things!” I said.

“Like what?!” Asked Smelly, curious.

“Put tomatoes around it, cut them small small, surround the prawns with tomatoes like being ambushed like that...and then...” Said Jizzy while posing the thinker pose.

“Well, I always say you have the loudest voice, there! That’s a compliment!” I said.

“You dress the prawn with salad, okay thank you.” Jizzy finished his order in the middle of the couples’ war.

“Ugh, MEN! They’re so clueless!” Said Tiny.

“Hey! I always compliment you okay!” Now Jizzy was into the conversation.

“Oh ho ho, I can’t wait to hear this, like what?!” Asked Tiny, more curious than Smelly was.

“I told almost everyone I met that you were always good at spending money! You can finish thousands in one day!” Said Jizzy.

“CLUELESS!” Said Smelly as she looked at Tiny.
The heated arguments led to Kitty and Ribena having their own chat room, or rather, drama room.

“How come we never have anything to fight about?” Asked Ribena.

“Well, that’s because we’re so good with each other.” Said Kitty.

“Is it now? But, I wanna fight too, it looks fun!” Complained Ribena.

“Dear please, we’re too good for that okay?” Comforted Kitty.

“Ugh, whatever...I want more curry chicken! Said Ribena, angry and frustrated.

Mush parked his Beatle carelessly and with speed. He was worried about both his mother and father. Apple was still caught up in memory lane, not realizing that they had reached the hospital. Mush got out of the car, locked the car, and then unlocked it, just so that Apple could realize that they were there. Apple was shocked to find that they were already there. She got out of the car 30 seconds later, and rushed to the receptionist.

“Buluberry please.” Said Apple.

“Wait, as in Imran Christ?! The bassist of Ink Corporated?!” Asked the receptionist excitedly.

“Yes, which room is he-?” Asked Apple halfway.

“OH MY GOD, I am his biggest fan! I remember the first time I saw him at that concert in Australia! He was so dreamy! Look I know that this might not be the right time, but is it true that he impregnated Paris Hilton?DAMNN...Are you one of his fangirls?”Asked the mouthful girl from the reception counter.

As Apple tried hard to jizz out information from the receptionist, Mush took out his cell and dialled a person’s number.

“It’ s code red, you were right, this family is vulnerable without you guys.” Said Mush over the phone. A girl’s laugher could be heard over the phone. Apple heard it, but she was too occupied to even care. After a while, she finally got the numbers. Bulu was in a coma in room 666. The dramatic mother and calm son rushed to see their man, the man of the house, or at least used to be. It was located on the far end of floor 6. Apple busted through the door, to find Z, Pussy, and 7 blond girls surrounding Bulu. The good news was, Bulu was awake, bad news was, Apple was about to send him unconscious again.

“Apple, good..you’re...here.” Said Bulu faintly.

“Why? So you could line me up with these whores?!” Said Apple angrily and loudly, again, like she did with me, forgetting that they were in public.

“Mom please, dad is sick. And these ladies are FINE!” Stated Mush confidently.

“Everyone, please, leave this room, I have..something important..to tell Apple.” Commanded Bulu.

Everyone left the room quickly and quietly. Pussy, Z and Mush accompanied the ladies out by putting them under their arms like pornstars or rather, PIMPS. Bulu coughed twice before he started talking.

“Honey...I’m sorry..for what I am about to say...I really am.” Said Bulu.

“Just, tell me okay, everyone seems to be saying crazy things lately...An extra won’t make much difference.” Said Apple frustratingly

“You said...That..I wasn’t paying attention to you...And..There’s a reason why..” Bulu said slowly and calmly.

Apple was frowning. She knew that whatever it was that was coming would not be good news. She knew that whatever Bulu was going to say, was going to hurt her, and yet, she could not resist to not know. She swallowed her saliva twice, and prayed that she was strong enough to endure the news.

THE END

WILL APPLEBERRIE BE STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE THIS REVELATION? WILL WE EVER FIND OUT WHO MUSHBERRY CALLED? WILL RIBENABERRY AND KITTYBERRY EVER FIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING SERIOUS? WILL STRAW, SMELLY, TINY AND JIZZY EVER END THEIR SEXIST CONVERSATION? WILL THE DRAMA, CLICHES AND SURPRISING SECRETS FINALLY END? WILL THIS FAMILY EVER ACHIEVE HAPPINESS AGAIN? FIND OUT ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF, THE BERRIES’ DILEMMA