Brazil, 1994
The light droplets of rain from the previous downpour gave the fields of rice and corn a luscious greenish hue. The brave corn stalks fought with the strong winds brought by the storm and stood its ground. The silent breeze now danced with the graceful bamboos and played around their branches. The fields looked like a big platter of various greens. All was peaceful now after the storm, even the mayas started chirping and coming out of their holes and nests. The tempest has passsed…
Maria awoke with a terrible headache, straining her eyes to the light that shone through the window facing the lush vegetation, she saw that she was back in her five-star hotel suite. Sitting up on the bed, she looked around, everything seemed to be just normal, the flowery-painted raincoat she bought from the night market on the first day of her vacation here in Brazil still draped neatly over the coat rack by the door, the bags containing her shopping from the other day still piled side to side by the wall near the sofa, but something still felt wrong. As she started scrutinizing her suite more closely, she saw strange thing after strange thing. She noticed a blue cardigan shirt over one of the cushioned armchairs, obviously hastily thrown rather than being carefully placed over the place where it now rested, another, a pair of black trousers most probably of a designer, perhaps Armani or Calvin Klein, thrown without care by the side of the bed, and yet, the strangest thing of all, was when she turned to her side and saw that there was a man, lying beside her! She lifted the covers and to her surprise, the man was fully unclothed. With a soft touch, she gently turned him over and, my, did he look familiar! She studied his handsome features, his beautifully-crafted eyelids, his proud and well-sculpted nose, his watery red lips, seductively-formed biceps, tempting chests, heaving abs, wonderfully-firm thighs, and sensuously-delightful legs. She slowly but adoringly fixed her eyes to his manness, for she didn’t quite had the strength to avert her gaze from such a handsome artillery, firm and certainly greater in size than what she mistook it for first. She let her eyes drown in the area for quite some time, too late to realize that he was now wide awake and staring at her mischievous eyes, giggling at the sight of her appreciating his pride and greatly-endowed gift. Sweat formed on her forehead, embarrassed to have been caught letting her eyes linger on some parts that are quite private but delicious, contemplating to get up at once and start asking him what just happened as if she didn’t do anything, or just succumb to her desire of just appreciating such wonder a couple of seconds longer.
“I…I was just looking at,” she was cut short of her words for she knew not what words to say anymore, but he knew this and so interjected, “Oh… No, no, worries there! I mean, I do get that a lot!” Then he chuckled, making his chest rise up and down, all the more giving him a sexier image, Maria thought.
“I… I was just dumbfounded to see you saw me looking at it,” once again saved by his remark, “No, no, Maria, honestly, I enjoyed last night. I savored our heat and not just what was physical, but what was emotional, knowing that you have loved me too all these years…”
“Me too…” her voice trailed off as she lost herself once again in his icy blue eyes, the very thing that made her fall for him all those years back. “But, John, don’t you think this is all wrong?” for all was coming back to her now, all those remarks and expressions of disgust her sister, Mimi, gave her as she confided her love for John.
“Maria, do we have to go through this again? I told you, we are grown children now, adults for crying out loud. I have always felt something for you, and you for me, right?” John tried to appease her.
“But, don’t you think is wrong? I mean, John, we’re second cousins!” she protested.
“Look, we are now in Brazil, city of hot and passionate love, away from Spain and England, besides, no one would know of the times we shared and especially the feelings we have for each other. I doubt even your nosy sister, Erica, could even guess we are here together. I mean, you told them you’ll be staying here for a little while, just to take a break from the busy works of the farm and the fields in Spain, so clearly they’ll suspect nothing! As for me, my mother doesn’t know where I am for I doubt it if she does even care for me. So, you see, it’s all just perfect!” mused John.
“But, this is still wrong, John.”
“Stop it, stop worrying,” reassured John as he drew closer to her, “Don’t think about it too much. Never mind, I know how to take your mind away from these things, if you want me to.” John looked at her meaningfully and flashed her a naughty smile.
“How?” Maria asked quizzically.
“With this…” then John began giggling and tickling Maria. Soon, Maria tickled back until they both laid side-by-side, quite close to each other, catching their breaths. With his nose, John began to take in the sweet scent of her hair and hold her close to him. Then, he kissed her temple, tasting the salt of her sweat and unique touch of her skin, from there, down to her left ear. She suddenly felt a pleasant tingling sensation from her ear spreading to her entire being, John was playing with the outer skin of her ear with his tongue. She began to laugh and tried to stop him with her hands but, instead of stopping, John goes from there to her luscious lips and then explores the insides of her mouth with his tongue once again. Maria felt the humid air around them thicken and she felt like just giving up for she knew she had no whatsoever power to resist such sweet pleasure. John continues to go deeper and now finds himself kissing her neck, then goes slower now but still as passionate over her bosom and between them, where he stays for a while, listening to the laughs of Maria. He now crept his way back up again and faced Maria, his eyes to hers, “I want to hold you tight and make you mine forever. I want to make love to you and be with you wherever you may go until death part us of our love, then shall I let you go. I love you so much Maria.” He gazes into her eyes that failed to hide her mutual longing for him. “We are made for each other, Maria, you and I…” He then gives her one passionate kiss after the other and once again indulges in the pleasure of their embraces and promises of a tomorrow they will both share come what may. As John continued to show Maria his love , she knew, once and for all, that no mountain or valley or river or sea can separate them from their love, for it is a love built on the strongest rocks, etched on the deepest parts of their hearts.
Spain, 1994
Ai woke up with cold sweat running down her forehead to her cheeks that were now pale as gata or milk. She ran her fingers around her neck and grasped the pendant of pure gold, with its curves and intricate details sculpted on it that gleamed in the moonlight. She sat right up as she wiped tears from her eyes., shaking as she turned on the bedside lamp that Teodor gave her on their first year anniversary. The lamp was medium in size, vivid colors of violet, blue, yellow and green were intricately painted by hand on the lamp shade, with soft light-weight metal chain ornaments resembling raindrops painted in gold were sewn to its seems. Teodor once told her that the vivid colors represent the four blessings for wedded bliss--abundance, joy, prosperity and luck, the very things he believed his marriage with Ai had. Ai at first glance adored the lamp and arranged it to be placed on the bedside table where she puts all her readings before retiring to sleep, and it sat there ever since. The colors have now fainted from its original state, all the more adding to its mystery and beauty, from all those years it sat there, admired, thirty years that felt just like yesterday.
Teodor was awakened by the light of the lamp by his wife’s side of the bed, the right side. He didn’t know or even had a faint idea of why Ai always took to sleeping on the right side of their bed. He didn’t notice it at first, but after years of staying in hotels, sleeping in their relatives’ homes in Puerto Rica, Brazil, Mexico, Argentina, and even the States, she always took the same side. He shrugged it off and considered as a habit, as one does each day routinely, waking up, going to the bathroom, using the same old toothpaste to brush their teeth, the same old cup to gargle from, the same old brand of shaving cream to ease the process of shaving off unwanted mustache and beard growths. It is to him as normal and a everyday as such. Now, after their thirty years of enjoying each others’ embrace and company, each others’ warmth and passion from the rising of the sun to the setting on the dusk. They have always remained firmly faithful to each other, their hearts and eyes solely for their love.
He wrapped his arm around his crying wife, pulled her close to him tight and kissed her temple, “What is the matter, mi amor?”
“Teodor, oh-la, I had a very bad dream,” she choked her words out in between sobs.
“Why? What has happened? Tell me, Ai,” Teodor went on to rub her back gently and wiped away the tears stroking down his beloved’s cheeks.
“I, I saw our anghelita, Maria. She, she was in grave danger…” She now succumbed into crying so hard, it broke his heart.
“No, do not put much thought into such dreams...” Teodor comforted her.
“No, Teodor, mios los comprihendies!” She wailed, “You do not understand. I have dreamt dreams before, of disaster and fortune, and most of them came true sooner or later...”
“Ai-la, nonsense, nonsense,” Teodor reasoned, “They were merely coincidences.”
“Coincidences? No! Each one happened as I have pictured it to be...”
“Hai-a, Ai. Pull yourself together!”
“I, I fear for our anghelita!”
“I would too if they were to happen.”
“They are to happen, amore!”
“Ai, stop this.”
“No, remember what happened to Susana, mi cousin?”
“Which Susana?”
“Susana! The daughter of Tio Jayna and Tia Victoria!”
“Why? What happened to her?”
“I had once dreamt that she wailing and crying viciously, shaking all over. In the dream, she had confided in me that she had just discovered the true nature of her husband, remember Sebastian?” Teodor shook his head. “Sebastian! The wealthy heir of the Magellan family, the ones who owned the biggest shipping company in Portugal! Remember, Teodor...”
“Oh, si, si! Sebastian! Why? What happened?”
“It was in my dream that Susana told me that her husband abuses her and treats like her like a muchacha.”
“And?”
“And what? Don’t you know what happened?”
“No.”
“After a few weeks, Susana called me from Portugal and told me of her problems, and I was right! I was perfectly right!”
“Merely coincidence!”
“Call it psychic or six sense, but never call it coincidence, for they are not! I know it when dreams are to come true or not.”
“Stop thinking about it, Ai. If you want, I will call her in her office in Madrid, if it will make you feel better...”
“Oh, si, Teodor, please do...” Her eyes brightened, there was a spark of relief in them, this made Teodor feel better.
“Ai, get some sleep, and, si, I will call her tomorrow to see how things are going, all right? Sleep now, and that‘s all you need to do...”
“Gracias, mi amor!”
“Anything for my beloved wife...” Teodor felt himself smiling as he started caressing her hair, smelling the scent violets of her shampoo and closing his eyes, knowing that his love will never be gone, dream or not.
(End of Chapter One)
Maria awoke with a terrible headache, straining her eyes to the light that shone through the window facing the lush vegetation, she saw that she was back in her five-star hotel suite. Sitting up on the bed, she looked around, everything seemed to be just normal, the flowery-painted raincoat she bought from the night market on the first day of her vacation here in Brazil still draped neatly over the coat rack by the door, the bags containing her shopping from the other day still piled side to side by the wall near the sofa, but something still felt wrong. As she started scrutinizing her suite more closely, she saw strange thing after strange thing. She noticed a blue cardigan shirt over one of the cushioned armchairs, obviously hastily thrown rather than being carefully placed over the place where it now rested, another, a pair of black trousers most probably of a designer, perhaps Armani or Calvin Klein, thrown without care by the side of the bed, and yet, the strangest thing of all, was when she turned to her side and saw that there was a man, lying beside her! She lifted the covers and to her surprise, the man was fully unclothed. With a soft touch, she gently turned him over and, my, did he look familiar! She studied his handsome features, his beautifully-crafted eyelids, his proud and well-sculpted nose, his watery red lips, seductively-formed biceps, tempting chests, heaving abs, wonderfully-firm thighs, and sensuously-delightful legs. She slowly but adoringly fixed her eyes to his manness, for she didn’t quite had the strength to avert her gaze from such a handsome artillery, firm and certainly greater in size than what she mistook it for first. She let her eyes drown in the area for quite some time, too late to realize that he was now wide awake and staring at her mischievous eyes, giggling at the sight of her appreciating his pride and greatly-endowed gift. Sweat formed on her forehead, embarrassed to have been caught letting her eyes linger on some parts that are quite private but delicious, contemplating to get up at once and start asking him what just happened as if she didn’t do anything, or just succumb to her desire of just appreciating such wonder a couple of seconds longer.
“I…I was just looking at,” she was cut short of her words for she knew not what words to say anymore, but he knew this and so interjected, “Oh… No, no, worries there! I mean, I do get that a lot!” Then he chuckled, making his chest rise up and down, all the more giving him a sexier image, Maria thought.
“I… I was just dumbfounded to see you saw me looking at it,” once again saved by his remark, “No, no, Maria, honestly, I enjoyed last night. I savored our heat and not just what was physical, but what was emotional, knowing that you have loved me too all these years…”
“Me too…” her voice trailed off as she lost herself once again in his icy blue eyes, the very thing that made her fall for him all those years back. “But, John, don’t you think this is all wrong?” for all was coming back to her now, all those remarks and expressions of disgust her sister, Mimi, gave her as she confided her love for John.
“Maria, do we have to go through this again? I told you, we are grown children now, adults for crying out loud. I have always felt something for you, and you for me, right?” John tried to appease her.
“But, don’t you think is wrong? I mean, John, we’re second cousins!” she protested.
“Look, we are now in Brazil, city of hot and passionate love, away from Spain and England, besides, no one would know of the times we shared and especially the feelings we have for each other. I doubt even your nosy sister, Erica, could even guess we are here together. I mean, you told them you’ll be staying here for a little while, just to take a break from the busy works of the farm and the fields in Spain, so clearly they’ll suspect nothing! As for me, my mother doesn’t know where I am for I doubt it if she does even care for me. So, you see, it’s all just perfect!” mused John.
“But, this is still wrong, John.”
“Stop it, stop worrying,” reassured John as he drew closer to her, “Don’t think about it too much. Never mind, I know how to take your mind away from these things, if you want me to.” John looked at her meaningfully and flashed her a naughty smile.
“How?” Maria asked quizzically.
“With this…” then John began giggling and tickling Maria. Soon, Maria tickled back until they both laid side-by-side, quite close to each other, catching their breaths. With his nose, John began to take in the sweet scent of her hair and hold her close to him. Then, he kissed her temple, tasting the salt of her sweat and unique touch of her skin, from there, down to her left ear. She suddenly felt a pleasant tingling sensation from her ear spreading to her entire being, John was playing with the outer skin of her ear with his tongue. She began to laugh and tried to stop him with her hands but, instead of stopping, John goes from there to her luscious lips and then explores the insides of her mouth with his tongue once again. Maria felt the humid air around them thicken and she felt like just giving up for she knew she had no whatsoever power to resist such sweet pleasure. John continues to go deeper and now finds himself kissing her neck, then goes slower now but still as passionate over her bosom and between them, where he stays for a while, listening to the laughs of Maria. He now crept his way back up again and faced Maria, his eyes to hers, “I want to hold you tight and make you mine forever. I want to make love to you and be with you wherever you may go until death part us of our love, then shall I let you go. I love you so much Maria.” He gazes into her eyes that failed to hide her mutual longing for him. “We are made for each other, Maria, you and I…” He then gives her one passionate kiss after the other and once again indulges in the pleasure of their embraces and promises of a tomorrow they will both share come what may. As John continued to show Maria his love , she knew, once and for all, that no mountain or valley or river or sea can separate them from their love, for it is a love built on the strongest rocks, etched on the deepest parts of their hearts.
Spain, 1994
Ai woke up with cold sweat running down her forehead to her cheeks that were now pale as gata or milk. She ran her fingers around her neck and grasped the pendant of pure gold, with its curves and intricate details sculpted on it that gleamed in the moonlight. She sat right up as she wiped tears from her eyes., shaking as she turned on the bedside lamp that Teodor gave her on their first year anniversary. The lamp was medium in size, vivid colors of violet, blue, yellow and green were intricately painted by hand on the lamp shade, with soft light-weight metal chain ornaments resembling raindrops painted in gold were sewn to its seems. Teodor once told her that the vivid colors represent the four blessings for wedded bliss--abundance, joy, prosperity and luck, the very things he believed his marriage with Ai had. Ai at first glance adored the lamp and arranged it to be placed on the bedside table where she puts all her readings before retiring to sleep, and it sat there ever since. The colors have now fainted from its original state, all the more adding to its mystery and beauty, from all those years it sat there, admired, thirty years that felt just like yesterday.
Teodor was awakened by the light of the lamp by his wife’s side of the bed, the right side. He didn’t know or even had a faint idea of why Ai always took to sleeping on the right side of their bed. He didn’t notice it at first, but after years of staying in hotels, sleeping in their relatives’ homes in Puerto Rica, Brazil, Mexico, Argentina, and even the States, she always took the same side. He shrugged it off and considered as a habit, as one does each day routinely, waking up, going to the bathroom, using the same old toothpaste to brush their teeth, the same old cup to gargle from, the same old brand of shaving cream to ease the process of shaving off unwanted mustache and beard growths. It is to him as normal and a everyday as such. Now, after their thirty years of enjoying each others’ embrace and company, each others’ warmth and passion from the rising of the sun to the setting on the dusk. They have always remained firmly faithful to each other, their hearts and eyes solely for their love.
He wrapped his arm around his crying wife, pulled her close to him tight and kissed her temple, “What is the matter, mi amor?”
“Teodor, oh-la, I had a very bad dream,” she choked her words out in between sobs.
“Why? What has happened? Tell me, Ai,” Teodor went on to rub her back gently and wiped away the tears stroking down his beloved’s cheeks.
“I, I saw our anghelita, Maria. She, she was in grave danger…” She now succumbed into crying so hard, it broke his heart.
“No, do not put much thought into such dreams...” Teodor comforted her.
“No, Teodor, mios los comprihendies!” She wailed, “You do not understand. I have dreamt dreams before, of disaster and fortune, and most of them came true sooner or later...”
“Ai-la, nonsense, nonsense,” Teodor reasoned, “They were merely coincidences.”
“Coincidences? No! Each one happened as I have pictured it to be...”
“Hai-a, Ai. Pull yourself together!”
“I, I fear for our anghelita!”
“I would too if they were to happen.”
“They are to happen, amore!”
“Ai, stop this.”
“No, remember what happened to Susana, mi cousin?”
“Which Susana?”
“Susana! The daughter of Tio Jayna and Tia Victoria!”
“Why? What happened to her?”
“I had once dreamt that she wailing and crying viciously, shaking all over. In the dream, she had confided in me that she had just discovered the true nature of her husband, remember Sebastian?” Teodor shook his head. “Sebastian! The wealthy heir of the Magellan family, the ones who owned the biggest shipping company in Portugal! Remember, Teodor...”
“Oh, si, si! Sebastian! Why? What happened?”
“It was in my dream that Susana told me that her husband abuses her and treats like her like a muchacha.”
“And?”
“And what? Don’t you know what happened?”
“No.”
“After a few weeks, Susana called me from Portugal and told me of her problems, and I was right! I was perfectly right!”
“Merely coincidence!”
“Call it psychic or six sense, but never call it coincidence, for they are not! I know it when dreams are to come true or not.”
“Stop thinking about it, Ai. If you want, I will call her in her office in Madrid, if it will make you feel better...”
“Oh, si, Teodor, please do...” Her eyes brightened, there was a spark of relief in them, this made Teodor feel better.
“Ai, get some sleep, and, si, I will call her tomorrow to see how things are going, all right? Sleep now, and that‘s all you need to do...”
“Gracias, mi amor!”
“Anything for my beloved wife...” Teodor felt himself smiling as he started caressing her hair, smelling the scent violets of her shampoo and closing his eyes, knowing that his love will never be gone, dream or not.
(End of Chapter One)
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