Chapter 1
“I am giving you the romance of your life,” Sarah said as she moves in front of her husband who was sitting on the bed. Their clothes were on the floor.
For so many times this had happened, and as they made their way around the same bend on that same hill of love, Sarah found herself to be saying the exact same thing to her husband Silon.
Silon smiles as he hears Sarah say this. It had been 2 years since they had met, and he found it is deepest pleasure to revel in the love that he had found with her from the moment they met.
Sarah found herself to be saying the exact same thing but with a degree of formality, she did not mind.
She looks at Silon to see his reaction while biting her lip. He might be averse to this phrase of mine, she thought.
On his lap, she looks down to find him staring back at her with a smile. They were in tune with each other like the melody of a wind chime to the course of the wind of love.
“Don’t change love,” Silon said still smiling.
It was the only thing different that Silon did for the past many times that they have been together.
Sarah stiffens up and said, “You’re acting weird. Lets stop this.”
Immediately she puts her feet on the floor and pushes herself up.
“But I’m not acting weird. I’m just telling you what I feel.”
Sarah sighs.
“Come on love, don’t leave me dangling,” Silon said.
“No.”
Sarah goes through her bag and pulls out her lipstick. She goes to the mirror and quickly applies some to her lips. She puckers them.
He motions with his arm as if to syphon her to come to him. His mimicry was well interpreted to which she responded, “No means no,” while half shaking her head.
Silon looked at Sarah through the reflection on the mirror. She was smiling back at him.
God he loved her but this was uncalled for! He feels a tickling sensation in his diaphragm and he starts to laugh mostly because of what she did to him. She laughs along with him.
“Bullshit!”
Sarah makes an inventorial list of what Silon possibly did not do at home to why he was acting strange. “Did you do the dishes?” She counts with her finger. “Did you fix the shoe rack?” Another finger. But it all boils down to her seemingly talking alone as Silon’s loud thumps of tantrums could be heard as he puts on his pants and storms his way to go out of the room.
Sarah gasps suddenly as if she realized what was amiss. “You mastur—” Silon closes the door with a bang.
They where in a motel, which they stopped by for the night on their way to their auntie’s house.
She had a birthday party that was going to be celebrated 1 week from now, and they had the rest of the 6 days to spend on the road.
Silon walks down the corridor and takes a seat beside a stranger on one of the benches. Certainly something like this was to be considered as trivial. With all his heart he did love her, and they did get along.
Sarah opens the door to the hallway and with her booming voice she said with almost a shout, “Silon, did you hear me? Did you masturbate?!”
Her voice resounds across the building as if she did not know that what she was saying was a sensitive thing.
Silon grits his teeth together as if he wanted to hide. “Be quiet! Go to sleep!” It would have been better if she hadn’t mentioned his name.
Sarah closes the door and gleefully hops on the bed with a smile on her face. God did she love him, but she just did something equivalent to a double dare!
The doors of the corresponding motel rooms open and a few people popped out while almost chanting, “Silon masturbate! Silon masturbate!”
Sarah hears this and she could not help but laugh out loudly! She stuffs her face with her pillow while wiping away the tears that had formed. She hoped that it would not be too much for her husband.
The doors close.
“What’s wrong pretty boy?”, the stranger who was actually a poised woman started talking to him.
I’m not pretty, Silon thought. In fact, he was below average.
“But you would be prettier if you smiled.”
“Did you just read my mind?”
Again, Sarah opens the door and shouted, “It’s getting late! I know what you did last summer!”
Again the doors in the hallway open. A guy comes out and said, “The bikini guy!”
A woman who was in her forties who also opened the door said, “The matt-stur-bator!”
One guy in particular who was holding a bat came out of his room heard the woman and shouted to her, “Shut up!”
The woman responded, “Why should I?!”
The man fumes, and he walks down the hallway and beats the woman with the bat in his hands. It was a soft bat.
Silon observes what was going on and he shakes his head being exaggerated, “No, don’t do it.”
The man could go to prison for beating an elderly, be it anyone!
Why am I being surrounded by psychics!, Silon thought as he recalls what his wife Sarah said just recently.
He throws up his arms from his head as if to lift the weight of vivid imagination. These people should be more careful of what they are saying!
It was quiet again.
The woman’s voice beside Silon was soft and enticing yet solemn at the same time.
She smiles at Silon as he turns his head toward her.
“Every creature of God is beautiful,” she said. Her voice was alluring.
What a beauty, Silon thought. She’s beautiful in the inside and out!
“But one thing for sure is that I can be called a psychic.”
Silon puts his hands on his hips with his back now straightened. “You are reading my mind,” as if in disbelief.
The woman’s eyes smile and the music of moment focused on her features, her lovely face, her smooth cheeks, and her prominent temples.
“How dare you.”
The woman laughs but the beauty of it was that she kept it in and her persona exuded joy!
“I wish,” the woman said. “My name is Claire.” She extends a hand. She recalls Silon’s genuine reaction and could not help but let a giggle escape from her lips.
She was so pretty!
Silon smiles inside. It was as if they had a connection. He extends his hand and gladly shakes her hand. “Name’s Silon, and you wouldn’t want to mess with me. You know why?”
Claire smiles and nods saying, “I know why..”
Silon half frowns with an exaggerated expression. She was doing it again!
Silon was married. That was why she shouldn’t be messing with him.
