章 107: Tears Of Love
“Good morning Miss Sunshine.” He said. “How was your night?”
“Good morning my love. I had the best night ever.” She said then covered her face with her palms. “Oh my God, it is ten already.” It was two minutes after 10:00am. “What kind of married woman sleeps till ten o'clock without thinking of breakfast?” she said.
“The type that is lying on the bed.” He said.
“But it was her husband's fault.” “Why didn't you wake me up?” “I wanted you to have a good rest, and I can have the chance to watch you sleep, that oasis, and see what the phrase' sleeping beauty means'.
I could sit here all day watching you Miss Sunshine. I never get enough of everything about you. As I watch you sleep, I see that innocence in you that caution me to be loyal, dedicated, and truthful to you.
I see that softness in you that warn me to handle with care. I see that strength that tells me I got an amazon behind me. I see love radiating from you and I am covered with bliss, ease and love.
As I watch you sleep Miss Sunshine, I feel the need to appreciate Allah for giving you to me, because you are a divine blessing, a light and a soothing phenomenon. I pray you are my first and last, and I will take it slow and fast, moulded into the right cast, this love is more explosive than atomic bomb blast.
Petra, I still find it hard to believe, that being with you is real so the fact I try to retrieve, You are to me a sieve, separate me from impurities and make me achieve. You fell in love with me, not what was with me.
You stood your ground, even when you thought I was not around. This love is bound, sound and the greatest thing I ever found. I trust you so all your imperfections I will condole, and accepting my flaws will be a console, I love you whole, my heart you stole, your expressions are like sweetened barcarole, and your smile a parole cause you lifted me out of a deep black hole.”
This guy! “Awwwwwnn my love your words slay, I so love you although the day, from May to May, loosing you is a price I can't pay. Your love is straight and no sway; to the land of dreams you pave the way.
We lie so close like jay and Kay. Oh my champion you deserve a bay, on you I lay, your name in reality and dreams I say, and when they said to him go I say nay” Justin watched her in amusement, the words came out smoothly, and the movement of her lips mesmerized him.
Her eyes told a story, and he saw victory. He got up, moved to her slowly then knelt before her. “Okay queen, we are going on a little ride.” He held her gently, and his touch sent her nervous system into action. They called it response to stimulus.
He held her hand and she dropped her legs on the floor. He helped her slip her legs into her flip-flops. He made sure his moves were gentle, showing care, like a wrong move may break her bones, or cause a lacerate, and his moves gave her that feelings of royalty, importance, and made her felt so special.
He helped her get on her feet, drew her closer to his body, she pressed her soft body against his masculine, brawny body, and welcomed the hardness. He sent his hands moving on her body, with a stealth inclination, as if scared of waking her from a slumber. She was awake yet asleep.
She did not know if she was sitting or standing, walking or running, all she felt was joy, comfort, serenity, love, love and love. “Come with me, Miss Sunshine.” He said in a low tone.
He led her out of the room, she felt a bit uncomfortable because she in lingerie. It was her second day with a man, and still felt shy but he was bent on sweeping the shyness away and he was making a success if it. They ascended the stairs, still holding her hand, like a queen alighting a royal cart.
They got downstairs and he walked through a corridor and she realized that she had never come to that part of the house. She did not because she never felt it was her home. She took it as place where she stayed before the return of Justin.
She never knew that it was her home. They stopped before a steel door and then he opened it. She was dumbfounded. He led her into a very large hall with a mini pool at the middle, the water looked pellucid and blue. The poolside beds and chairs were beautiful. There was a jumbo aquarium by a wall and she saw the most beautiful aquarium she had ever seen.
The white pebbles, water plants, tiny rocks and gold fishes and blue lights gave it a scintillating sight. On another side of the hall was a large LCD TV, theatre size and home cinema systems below. There was a large refrigerator at a corner, then a fruit preserving machine close to it.
The floor was 3D Asian-Vogue and a Jacuzzi was fitted at a far end. The walls were made covered with white expensive tiles. She loved the place. It was so chic, simple yet sophisticated, and set romantically.
“Oh my God!” She exclaimed, “ I love this place.”
“Shhhh.. this is Queen Petra's mine” He said, “where the hidden treasures are kept . We must keep the secret from pirates....”
“And one of the big pirates is Captain Maraah.” She said. “ She is looking for the queen's treasure desperately.” She touched his chest with her fingers. “You are my treasure, with pleasure in no measure.” He grabbed the hand and kissed the back.
“Your majesty, your servant is going to give you a wash.” He said and led her to the Jacuzzi. She closed her eyes, as he got her set for a bath, got himself set too and then slowly went into the 5-seat hot tub with cast acrylic shell, supported by a frame structure showing vents for water circulation and massaging.
Like a baby, he bath her, and after summing up courage, she did the same. Marriage! She kept reminding herself that it was not wrong, it was halal, they were even getting rewarded because at a point, she felt as if it was a debauchery.
Come on, this was sunnah! She let go, flowed and relaxed. She was married to the love of her life and she was going to enjoy every bit of it. Leaving the bath tub, they moved into the mini pool, after he went and brought some fruits and placed on a large floating tray. She loved the fruits which were romantically set.
This guy was killing her softly with his ways. There was cherry, pomegranate, red delicious apples, red grape fruits red grapes. By the pool side was a jug of fruit juice with glasses.
Then he used a remote control to put on the player and she was amazed when the first thing she heard from a sonorous voice singing was, Petrahhh. A song made for her? The voice was melodious, full toned with a feel of compassion. It was acapella .
Verse one:
How could I breathe without you around me? It is stuffy when you are far from me
You are magical
The love is mystical And you words are lyrical Miss Sunshine, before our hearts met on a star at that level
They were paired from heaven so don't marvel
When we resist the devil.
We are married and by His grace will survive
My lost heart you revive
Stashed up love scenes in my archive
I remember hanging out just for food. A lone boy in the hood
And came Miss sunshine and made me good
I believe, You relieve, We achieve.
Chorus:
If I would live again in another life I pray you will still be my wife Petra Petrahh If I could live again in another life I pray you will still be my wife Petrahh Petrahhhhh.
And the song went on till the end.
While the song was played, he fed her fruits, and played with her as the lyrics of the sweet song went straight into her heart. It was as if the world belonged to them, and revolved around them as the scene gave her the feelings of complete la dolce vita. But the song got her emotional, with her back against his chest, the warm cosy water sending its sensation, she felt tears in her eyes.
Tears of love and joy. She turned around and wound her hands round his neck. He cupped his palms, fetched water and rinsed her face. “Hayatti (my love),” She called, “I will never stop begging you not to leave me.” He gave her a pacifying smile. “Where else do I have apart from your world?” “Nothing should take you away again....Who sang this song?” she asked and his smile widened.
“I never told you that I sing...unprofessionally though but I do just acapella.
I did it for you honey.”
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