Entertwined fingers that fit perfectly, our hands strongly holding each other as we walk to this busy expensive street. He shocked me with the news that we will meet our parents at twilight and tell them about us. I must say that this is a day of surprises.
"I'm nervous about meeting our parents and telling them about us," I mumbled.
He chuckled and turned his head to me. "Sweetheart, I should be the one telling that. You've met my dad already, while I, this is my first time meeting Mr. and Mrs. Camince."
I can't help but chuckle when I sensed his nervousness about meeting my parents. Oh Dion, if you only knew how nervous I was too when your father paid me a surprise visit and asked me a favor about you.
"Oh, you don't know how I feel that time, Dion. And hey, I first met your father on Zeughauskeller too."
"Yep, I know. That's why I choose that restaurant because dad already had a record there, and besides, it is near here."
"Hmm." I nodded
"Dad insisted that I should take the operation as soon as possible. With my condition, it needs immediate action, and I am actually late, given that I was thinking of giving up before. There would be procedures, and preparations before performing the operation. They need to do some sorts of tests, CT scan, and all that, and it would take weeks, even a month. Dad would be the in-charge doctor for the surgery, as always. He's a General Surgeon after all and he knows what he is doing." I was just silent while listening to Dion as he explains the procedures they would do for his Brain Surgery. All the things that were bothering me when I am still afraid to face what I feel for this man resurfaced. This is one of the things that I fear. His condition. Brain Surgery doesn't guarantee his survival. It is fifty-fifty. The possibilities are endless, and I am afraid for the worst one. That is the least among the least thing I wanted to happen. &nbs
I feel so comfortable. My head is lying on something soft but hard at the same time, and I am hugging something broad. I felt something at the top of my head—Wait.Something. Something. Something.A moment pass and my senses are finally awake, so is myself, and memories of last night come back. And it is not something, it is someone. It's Dion.My head is lying on his bare chest, I can see the thin soft hairs on it, and my arm is draped around his abdomen. Meanwhile, he's kissing the top of my head every moment and his thumb is caressing the back of my bare shoulder.I inhale his scent and snuggles closer to him. I sense his smile, so I look up at him."Thank you for the last night, sweetheart. You know, it's you who gives too much, not me," he said and kisses me, then he looks at me knowingly. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?""Uhm,"I try to move and wince when I feel pain in the middle of my thighs."Hurts?"
We agreed to go home first to take a bath and change. Before we parted ways, Daniel and nurse Stell showed up, and I know it is to guard Dion. My man on the other hand just smiled and he seems to understand the situation which makes me smile too. At least, he's acknowledging that he needed help and more care.He assured me that he'll pick me up after lunch, Mr. Fidel arranged a rented vehicle for his son.When I get home, Zhairo is sitting on the sofa, and as usual, watching anime on the television with English subtitles. He beamed at me as I made my way up, he knows. Of course, he does. He and Caroline are close enough to talk about the love thing."Hey, Zhanaia, mama, and papa said they wanted to talk to you later when they get home."I stop to face him, "Okay, I'll be here before seven."He nodded, "I'll tell them when they get home before you. So, you spend the night with your boyfriend?"I narrow my eyes at him, he mumbles, "What?"
Zurich Airport or Flaughafen Zürich is the largest international airport in the country and the principal hub of Swiss International Airlines. It is located in the north of central Zurich, in the municipalities of Kloten, Rümlang, Oberglatt, Winkel, and Opfikon, all of which are within the canton of Zurich.Daniel drops us at the entrance of the terminal that serves for International flights, Nurse Stell comes with us while Daniel takes care of the car. I roam my eyes around, the airport is as big as I last saw it a year ago when we came to fetch a dear friend who came home from studying from Philadelphia. However, The Circle is still under minor construction and getting ready for opening. It is a complex that is intended to include a medical center, conference center, shops, restaurants, hotels, and offices. They are hoping for The Circle's opening, real soon.While walking, to the waiting area, I ask about Janice's flight."Well, they all came here w
On Miró Coffee, Dion's trying to explain himself as I cooly sip with my Cappuccino. "Sweetheart, please, talk to me?" I put down my cup and turn to face him. "What?" "You are silent the whole time." "I have nothing to say," I replied nonchalantly. He let an exasperated sigh, "Come on, what you saw earlier—" "Now, that's something." I cut him off, glaring at him. "You have the audacity to do that in front of me, in public, after what we've done last night after you got me. My god, I can't believe you!" He shifts and pulls his chair beside me. "Sweetheart, I know. I'm sorry," Tsk. I shake my head and resume drinking my Cappuccino, and then, later on, we're talking, like nothing happened. Well, maybe that's it, we shouldn't make things like that a big deal to make our relationship healthy. With that, I changed the subject into something more important, "So, uh
"If you and my son will agree, I would like us to go back to America within this week." I stare at Dion's sleeping figure. He looks so serene, no trace of Brain Hemorrhage, no trace of dying Dion, of Dion who's battling with headaches, muscle weaklings, and vomits, only that his brows are slightly creased as his chest rises and falls in a soft rhythm, and his mouth is a little parted. Dad— his father, wants them to go back to the US within this week so they could start the processes for his treatment as soon as possible. I stare at the open page of my small notebook on my hand where the list of places that Dion wants to visit in Zurich is listed. We've done halfway since he only wants to visit twenty places, and there are still several remaining places we haven't visited yet. I don't think we would be able to visit them all within this week. I know how Dion wants to finish his Zurich trip, and I want us to finish this trip too for th
I am currently staring at the blank ceiling of my room, the cream curtains of my window are dancing with the gentle wind. The night is mute, my room is cool, and it helps me to think things through."If you and my son will agree, I would like us to go back to America within this week."Dad's words keep on ringing in my ear, as Dion's situation is also in my head. And I know that it's better if they will come back to the US within this week. They could start the procedures for Dion's operation as early as possible, and that is even better— for him.But what about me? If going back to America within this week and starting the procedures for the operation as soon as possible is better for Dion, then how about me? Where am I in that?This is another conflict with myself that I have to sort out. I know that love should not be selfish, and I know too that love should not be always for the better of only one. It should be better for both parties. Right now
CHAPTER 27 My mother's words from last night are still in my head as I walk in the busy morning street with citizens who are up to work early. The sound of vehicles— rented cars, cab, some motorcycles, and bicycles are waking us up even more. Footsteps from high heels of some office girls, chitchats from some elders passing by, and gentle morning laughs of some little girls who are out early in the morning are also buzzing in my ear like bees or that buzz from a mosquito at night. Despite these things, I feel so relax and refreshed, although I sleep a bit late because after talking to my parents about my confusion, we engage in some conversation about family, catching up, and Zhairo joined us too. It was really refreshing, it has been a while since we last talk like that. A soft smile made its way to my lips. Last night, papa walks me to my bedroom door, and before he goes to let me rest, I manage to ask him why was he quiet the wh