The Promise

Epilouge

And now they own the world. Guests had retired on their own lodges and rooms. Fundacion Pacita was a memorable resort for them in Batanes, and the province makes them feel closer to heaven and to Jade and Althea. 

The moon as brighter than usual in it full form, and the stars twinkled faster to show their happiness for the union. Glaizel was sipping her champagne, courtesy of the resort, at the balcony as she awaits her beautiful wife freshening up. 

The heights of her happiness is hard to measure. Meeting Arhianna was unexpected, but their path was already laid for them even before they were born. They were at the right place at the right time. 100 years to be exact. In just a short time, so many had happened, but fate didn't let them be separated. Not with the similar fate as Jade and Althea. Fr. Mickley was right. What they are about to do in their wedding night is not lust, but love.. Love making. Become one with the person they love. Body, heart... Mind and soul....

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"Can I know what you are thinking?" Arhianna's voice suddenly filled her ears.

"Nothing. Just trying to process everything that had happened. Was it too fast? Or was it just right? I mean we just met not a month ago but our souls has been waiting a hundred years,"

"I know. I was thinking the same thing. But you know what," she loosened her embrace and let Glaizel turn to look at her eyes. "I'm just glad it didn't took another hundred years to be united with you," she took the glass off Glaizel's hand and place it on the table. Then she wrapped her arms around Glaizel's neck, pulling her closer till the foreheads touched and tips of their noses brushed. "Aren't you glad?

"No.. I'm not," Glaizel's lips frowned and her eyes creased.

"What?!" Arhianna suddenly pulled away, removing her arms' connection to her wife.

"Let me finish," she giggled on Arhianna's annoyed reaction.

"I'm not glad that we are united. I'm happily ecstatic. Hard to explain how positively happy I am. Rhi, all I know is that I'm perfectly inlove with you," her arms tighter to her wife's waist and sealed her love with a kiss. Longer.. Intimate. Full of emotions. Over flowing with love.

"I have a surprise for you," Arhianna broke their kiss.

"And what is it?"

"Well, you gotta have a shower first then I'll give it to you,"

Glaizel creased her nose and sniff her own. "Do I smell bad?" she lowered her lips and started to bite a bit of Arhianna's neck, tickling her.

"Silly.... Of course you smell damn so good. Seductive, actually... But I have to prepare it," pulling Glaizel inside their honeymoon room.

Their bedroom has that heaven like presence. Bed with fresh white sheet with pink and red roses petals scattered. Bed pillars where white satin curtains hanging. The manager of the resort, who surprisingly was a lesbian, instructed her staff to have the whole room smell like chocolate; and on the round table the manager, coming from her own pocket, gave a red sparkling wine and chocolate covered strawberries and almonds. 

Arhianna went to the cabinet where their clothes are. Taking out her see through lace robe.

While busying herself dousing herself with the scent she wants Glaizel to be crazy over her, a shadow started to ascend at the balcony, wearing a black pants, black long sleeve, close neck shirt and black bonnet. 

"Getting ready for you funeral? That seemed to be an improper dress for your wake," a voice boomed the room. Arm stretched. Gun at hand.

Arhianna surprised and turn around to see the owner of that voice. Her eyes widened upon seeing the owner.