APRIL 18, 2018

GABRIEL RICH

Keukenhof tulip Garden is Abrahams’s bosom. I could walk endlessly in this garden with her by my side. She was holding my hand as a child does to its mother. It’s the first time am seeing her more word for word. Predominantly I was hypnotized by employing sexual want. On my wedding night, I had a desire to make her mine. But this garden changed my standpoint on her; I don’t understand the potential of this garden and these tiny flowers.

Now I need my wife to hold my hand forever. I would give her all the good things she desires for. I felt so peaceful. Just then I thanked God for this wonderful garden and this innocent woman by my side. This is not my first time in the Keukenhof tulip garden, but today it’s different. My family has lived in Holland for centuries, but this is the first time I am thanking the creator for this wonderful garden in my country.

There is a Japanese saying,

The moon is often hidden by the cloud;

Flowers are often scattered by the wind.

I didn’t know Keukenhof would backpedal my life with a new start. Just then she broke my thought by placing her lips on my cheek.

The flowers bloomed, and so did my hope.

It was at 7:00 pm we entered our suite. My wife was super tired from all the running. She then took her comfy clothes and went inside the bathroom. Just then I changed into a t-shirt and shorts. After it felt like everlasting life, she came out wearing a pleasing knee-length yellow dress. It was a little baggy. She had wiped out all her makeup one hundred percent which magnetized me to touch her. She took her hand purse and took a white tulip and placed it inside what seemed like a diary.

When she noticed me staring at her, she placed her diary in her bag. It was drizzling; the temperature was so cool outside, and my heart was so warm. I ordered food for both of us. She was deadly by the choco truffle cake piece. So I gave her the piece on my plate, and she grinned like a child and took a slice and lifted it near my mouth. This is the first time someone was hand-feeding me as if I was a child. I took a bite from her hand, devouring the taste of the chocolate whereas my wife ate the remaining piece and licked the chocolate in her hand. She looked more than a child to me.

After that, I took a warm shower. When I opened the door of the knob, I saw her near the window looking outside.

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Without turning back, “Gabriel...” she whispered. After a few seconds, she continued, “Gabriel! Do you like me?”

“Like?” Does this woman know the effect she had on me? I have a strong connection with Aurora. Though we haven’t talked a lot I can unmistakably identify her reflection. I went near her and stood behind her. She then turned and locked her eyes with me. I kissed her tenderly and not greedily. I didn’t dominate her, but she will know the answer to her question. She lost her last breath and pushed me slightly.

Gently placing my hand on her shoulder, “What’s your name?” I asked her sharply.

She thought for a second, “Aurora.”

“Full name,” I went again.

“Aurora rich,” she answered not knowing what else to say.

“Aurora Rich today and always will be,” I said, giving a peck on her forehead.

I know she is ready to be a part of me. But I want to know about her, love her and treasure her. I want to give her all the little happiness she deserves. Like a 16-year-old boy, I am willing to pamper her for eternity. And then the day I feel she has unmitigated faith in me, I would make love to her. I didn’t know what came over me; I made her lie on my lap and started reading the novel ‘The Notebook’ to my wife. Then and there, she would stop me to explain certain things. It was comfortable with her. It was around 3:00 am, when I was on page 68 I saw her closing her heavy eyelids. Sleeping solitary encircling her hands around my torso.

That’s the time I realized I can never let her go today or one day in the future. I am a great businessman with power, wealth, and fame. I can get anything I want. Many business associates wanted me to marry their daughters who excelled in the business world but my dad selected Aurora who is the daughter of my dad’s close friend Dr. Harry. Though I liked Ruby, it was more different kind of like. My heartbeat was faster and I got overflowed with joy seeing this beautiful woman who had taken a toll on my heart.

I recalled the way I had caused pain to Aurora on our wedding night. Thus far, I haven’t expressed my regret to her. To patch up, I took a moment’s thought. I placed her head from my lap onto the pillow, freshening up I took the keys and locked the door alertly. I drove the car to the nearby flower shop. It was so early that the shop hadn’t opened yet. Ergo I waited for another two hours doing nothing.

When the flower shop opened, without dissipating I picked a bunch of fresh yellow tulips. I bear in mind yesterday’s incident where she was holding a white tulip in her hand. So I bought a ‘white tulip’ and wrote a sorry on a small piece of paper and roped it with the white tulip. When I reached the suite and unlocked the door I saw her sleeping holding the pillow tightly. By seeing the sight my inner voice whispered, Mrs. Rich.

Her thick flocks sheltered her face out and out. I set down the yellow tulips on the bedstand table. Taking the white tulip I searched for her bag. I took the diary and placed the flower inside the book. Quite then the pages turned and it read ‘Aurora’.

Ohh! It’s her private diary, I thought. But what caught my attention was that below her name was written ‘My Tulip’.

I didn’t know if I should turn the page or not. She is my better half and I thought for a second and stumbled with inner turbulence. My fingers rebelled against me and I turned my head to look at the sleeping form of my wife. I sat in the chair on the balcony and turned the pages and it went back to 2010.