Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 52
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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 52
Getting married in a country halfway around the world for fifty bucks and a signature is all I can think about thanks to an overwhelming hangover. Sick as a dog I lie stretched out on my airplane seat. I have just left the breakfast I had on the previous flight in a toilet at Houston airport and I am glad that some normal thoughts are floating up.
We celebrated the wedding in one of the most famous clubs in Managua with a live band, a bottle of rum, and food. Plenty for the three of us, because Mari Sol the maid was our chaperone since after dark the takeoffs were not considered safe for Gringos.
All in all my wedding had cost 130 dollars and all I had left was a headache and a stone bowl that I had received as a gift from my witnesses. The paperwork still has to be sorted out but Claudia would take everything with her and we could then have it registered in the Netherlands.
However that would take some time because Clau wasn't coming back yet, and when she did she would first arrange some things with her sister before she would move into my new purple and black student room. That was just slightly bigger than the previous one.
On my little bed in that student room, I realize that she is finally really mine, while I have no idea where she is now, where she lives, no address, no phone number. I married the woman of my dreams at the end of the world and I know nothing about her.
She might as well never appear in my life again and there would not be much I could do about that. I could do nothing but trust that this crazy story that we wrote would have a happy ending.
"When will she come back," Stefan asks while he refills my glass.
"I have no idea, she should already be in the Netherlands but I have not heard from her. Sometimes I do not understand her at all. When we are together it is as if I am everything to her and then as soon as I am out of sight she sometimes seems to forget me for weeks."
Steef nods, "Yeah, she is a bit hazy, yes, but very nice."
I know what he means, sometimes it feels like her mind is not fully there, like what we once discussed has been buried under a deep layer of brain matter and is almost unreachable while maybe a few weeks have passed at most.
"I blame it on the weed," I laugh as I light my joint and long for the first night she said and I shared a bed and a joint in the Netherlands as husband and wife.
Finally, the wait is rewarded. She walks into the coffee shop, happy and small with those big dark eyes and firm thighs. I can't take my eyes off her, I walk out from behind the bar and want to kiss her.
"Not here," she whispers as the kiss is forced into an embrace.
Back at the bar she explains, "Nobody knows, they don't even know yet that I'm going to live with you. Give me some time to prepare them."
I nod, but I don't get it. "When are you coming?"
"Next week, I still have to finish a few things."
Waiting even longer shoots through my mind, "But you've been back for weeks, haven't you?"
"Yes, but my sister and Bas, there are just some things that need to be arranged, also with Carbon. I can't have that dog with you and Bas has to work so he has to go to my sister."
The words are slightly lost as I have to help a customer and my thoughts are stuck on the idea that I have to wait another week. My patience, something that I always seem to have a negative amount of, just like money, is tested even longer.
She doesn't say she doesn't want to, but I don't see any rush either. Is that her South American roots, or does she not like me as much as I like her?
I often wonder about that last one, her signals are so messed up. Sometimes she shines brighter than Chernobyl when she sees me. While at moments like these, I get the feeling that I am not much more than her secret lover.
All I can do is accept, swallow, and continue.
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