EXACTLY when the sun was setting Jon was there on Christine Boulevard. He wondered why there were not many people in the place.
“Good afternoon, Christine!” he greeted. His body met the sunlight. "You look beautiful today, dear." his voice was sad even though he was smiling. He couldn't fix himself to look better.He left the suitcase near the big rock. He approached the sea and where he was he raised both hands. He spun around and felt the sunlight like a kiss. He feels special. He smiled sadly. It was the worst pain he felt—because from his mother he loved the most.He stopped from spinning. When he comes here, he will feel less sadness and pain. It was a miracle that happened. He would just raise his hands and turn them around until he felt that somehow the deep sadness in his feelings was released."I feel like a young child, a loser!" he confessed. In fact, he felt more than that and even his voice could say. Then he said, "Christine, I beg you to help me. Please heal my pain!” Jon shouted it out loud.They said pain and problems would be reduced when you shout it out loud anytime and anywhere. Jon followed that belief this time. He took the risk that the remaining pain in his body would disappear. He hoped so.From a distance there was a woman watching him.He spread his hands again and this time he did not spin around. His hands were like the wings of birds that want to fly high and bring the pain in the sky and leave it there. If only he could have done it. Jon felt someone was watching him. This woman, from a distance, smiled like she admired him. She walked and drew near from him."She loves you." The stranger spoke up. "Christine, right?"Her voice chased his attention. He slowly turned around to face the one who spoke. When he saw it, his eyes seemed to shine and could not be turned away.She's beautiful, he thought, admiring the woman."A-are you Christine?" he stuttered and felt uneasy. He didn't know why he asked that suddenly. Then he realized what he did was shameful.The woman laughed."I'm sorry." he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm just—"She stopped him by raising her hands, and smiled gorgeously.The woman approached him. The obsessive smile did not disappear from his lips. "It's okay. Maybe Christine is so beautiful like how you imagined her.”He smiled shyly. Maybe the woman thought Christine was a real person."No. I mean... Christine is not a person. She's a place." he clarified.The woman's eyes widened. “Oh.”He scratched the back of his neck again. “She's Christine Boulevard. This place," he explained, embarrassed. "I called it by myself."Somehow his sadness was reduced. It was because of her.Maybe the woman thinks he's up to something. The woman's smile grew. Laughed at that edition too.She laughed. "I really thought she's a beautiful woman. But this place is so beautiful.”The woman passed him and she faced the setting sun. "She's really beautiful. Christine Boulevard is beautiful.”He also stood next to the woman. They both enjoyed the beauty of the scenery. "You said it right," he agreed.She nodded at what he said. "Frances Perez is my name, yours?"Jon froze. He didn't know if he would say his name to this stranger. He just didn't want this strange woman to recognize him."Jony Guevara," he simply answered out of respect for the beautiful woman. He thought, it's okay because the girl is beautiful.He spoke again, "Frances is a beautiful name."He saw that she turned her gaze to him. He also looked at her. It seemed as if the woman's lips attracted him. But he controlled himself. A woman can't just kiss him. It would be a big mistake. Although, his mind couldn't stop the thought of kissing him. She is stunning and composed. There is no man who cannot fall in love with this kind of woman. So he, he restrains himself.And he would agree to the fact that this woman beside him is an ideal type of a wife. She's totally a goddess. He wanted to kiss her lips, he wanted to hug her body tightly, and he wanted to have sex with her. How dare him think like that to an innocent woman. But despite his mind, he did not agree with what he wanted. He cursed himself for thinking that to her. How dare him? He suddenly became a pervert."Common name," she said with disgust in her voice.From what Jon could hear, he knew there were people like that, who didn't like his real name. Although the name Frances is very beautiful.Jon laughed. "It's not."Its name is not really ugly from any perspective."How could you say that?" can't believe it."It's my first time hearing your name." He looked at her wearing his smile. An amused smile that he hid for seconds.The disbelief showed in her face. "That's weird of you."He did not answer this. The surroundings became quiet again. But Jon's heart, he didn't know how to silence it despite what he was going through. He cussed again himself.I think I like this woman, he said in his mind. And leave a smile.HE PLANNED TO KIDNAPPE FRANCES. It was eight o'clock in the evening and in the middle of a beautiful breeze in the middle of the blue sea, his wife was sleeping soundly. He is riding on an expensive yacht. His wife didn't know about the surprise because he told her that he wouldn't go home and would only come back at ten p.m. already. There he had his wife kidnapped from their house and taken to El Grande Beach Resort.He was now with his wife on the yacht while she was still unconscious. How lucky was he for surprising her? He didn't know when he would wake up but he knew what to do next when he woke up."I'm sorry darling for doing this." He refers to her kidnapping violently. It was just part of a plan to make his wife think that it really happened. He smiled at his wife. He caressed her hair.Jony looked at the sky. Because the weather is beautiful. Because the scenery is beautiful. The ocean is also calm. Frances was as awake as she was still sleeping.They both side by side while lying down. Frances rested her head on his arm."You're like a calm sky, my darling..." he calmly whispered as his eyes savored the sky. He had no intention of waking up his sleeping wife. He just waited for her to wake up. "So with every smile and tenderness you give me, my heart immediately calms down." He caressed her hair again. A simple smile appeared on his lips. "Because it feels good to look at your calm face my darling in this position and time."His left palm came up to her right cheek and his palm caressed that part. He is so in love with this woman. She was his first love. And Frances is also the only woman he dreams of marrying. He loves Frances very much. As soon as he saw Frances for the first time, he knew that he was fascinated. Even then, he felt that this was the only one he would love until his last breath. He made it hard to chase her but he didn't stop making her to be with him. Even then it was only a small percentage that he would lose hope, he did not lose. Although it was not easy for him to win Frances' sweet yes, it was worth it because now she is his wife."My darling, my sky, my sweetheart, I promise to you that I will not hurt you. I will love you and only you. Now and forever. Nothing else." he continued stroking Frances' cheek. Then he brought his lips to the tip of her nose and gave her a very sweet kiss. "I will always love you, Frances."He looked up at the sky again and smiled at it as he caressed
Their lips moved together as they spoke their names. It was sweet and remarkable.Their eyes met again. And by that time, her eyes were like a milky way galaxy. It's like she literally sees the planets, stars, and moons in her eyes. He tightened the fold of their palms. He wanted to punish his heart for not behaving. The heart cannot be taught good manners: it beats fast and hard. He knew it was for Frances. His heart was being honest of what it felt for Frances.And at that moment, he wanted to be sure again that Frances would be his love for the rest of his life. He wanted to claim her again with his whole life, his promise, his spirit, soul, and body. Jon, once again, gave her a very tender kiss."Frances... be my wife forever, please?" He was like begging her. Even though his mouth was trembling, he fought it so that he could finally say it. "Will you be my wife forever more?" he said again. He took the purchased ring from his pocket. She wrote it on Frances' finger while cryin
"Look at our son, he's like a carbon copy of you. He's just a man," she continued. No wonder why his wife said that.But Delia's laughter grew louder. Not because of what the wife said but because of how Franco would sleep. Every time his wife got really choked up, he smiled. It's because it's American. Delia just held his hand and caressed it. They both looked at each other and smiled at each other.He was about to speak again Jon-jon asked again. "Mommy, why does Uncle Ben want to marry Auntie Heyle?" that is a curious question. The expression on Jon-jon's face was serious.Jon-jon didn't look directly at him but he could see his serious face. The child is busy playing with his toy robot. And Delia was surprised by that question of the son. At his young age, he did not expect him to ask her that.Whatever answer he wanted to hear, Delia thought, it wasn't right to tell him something the boy couldn't understand yet. She knew someday Jon-jon would understand her. This is not the r
CHAPTER 52001FRANCES WOKE UP EARLY ON SATURDAY. She spent the whole day of Saturday cleaning the house. They have a maid but she is not the kind of girl who does nothing.Frances was currently in the garden behind the house to water the plants. While her attention was on the plant, a phone call caught her attention. She stopped watering. The hose was placed aside and the hand was patted. She pulled out the noisy cell phone from her pocket. Her forehead was also wrinkled and she didn't expect anyone to call her on Saturday or was it a text.She approached the resting area of her garden and sat on a long chair made of metal. She sat down on four."Who could this be," she exclaimed. She received a call from an unregistered phone number on her cell phone. She frowned and hesitated whether to answer the call or just postpone it. "This must not be important," she proclaimed.She put the cell phone back in her pocket and let it continue to ring. It was her attitude not to entertain the u
CHAPTER 6Present Day…Frances is GREAT at her boring job that she just puts up with. While she was walking on the road, she was holding an envelope that was said to be a letter of appointment. She had not opened it and read it completely because she had been doing a lot since she was holding the envelope. She wondered what exactly the letter was for. If it's a new job and there's a big payment and signing bonus, well, she'll sign the contract right away. She is bored with her company. She has also been absent a lot, many deductions from her salary, no thrill, and at least every December there is nothing and her salary is not high. If she can get into a good company quickly then why would she be patient. For now, all she can do is endure and rant using her dummy account.She wanted to open the envelope earlier but there were many people around her stopping her."Frances, please sign this for me.""Frances, Boss Tyron said you should go to HR.”"Frances, here is the one-week report."He
PROLOGUEYear 2000NOW Jon decided to do his big surprise for Frances. Later eight P.M. he organized it for the case because he had noticed that her body was like a lifeless and her face was wrinkled. For Frances, he didn't want the only queen in his life to be sad all day. He hired an event organizer for this big surprise and to make this a very special day. Jon planned it one week ago. He planned because he loved Frances so much. No one can change that.After he called the event organizer, he first entered his and his wife’s room. The event organizer would call him back to make sure everything was okay. It was already seven A.M. and around eight A.M. they will do the surprise. He took scissors and colored papers from the cabinet and started writing love letters for his wife. He doesn't think if what he does is childish, the important thing is, with a simple effort, he can make her happy. That's what only matters most. While he was writing the love letters, his feelings overflowed w