83 Lovely Dating Time

George felt so guilty of what he did though he's not caught up with the baby shirt but thinking to return it, though the confiscation was the best humiliation he had experience in his entire life.

" Dad kept telling me before when I was a kid that if I'll be humiliated I should fight back. But my wife's way of humiliating me seems, I wanted to be humiliated again and again, haha." He thought while inspiringly mopping the floor - his punishment for stealing and lying.

"Are you done?" She asked while in the bedroom and continued sewing and if tired, she shifted reading to some pages she'd skipped in the journal.

" Not yet. But its almost."

"When you're done let's go up to the daylight optic hole, there's a moon last night, let's view it together tonight and stargaze too, they're lovely." Then she proceeded to the kitchen, cut some lemons and wrapped them in a cloth.

" I'm already tired." He smilingly complained while full of sweat all over.

" I told you that boundary is dangerous when I'm sleeping still you took those ripped pages within without me knowing. Hmm, I am just curious if why is it Uncle Chuck, Dad ang Lolo Sibal did not design a door on it, isn't it intriguing?"

" Its not. A house like this don't need an internal door anymore, its very private for a couple like us, ehem!" I'm choked, will you please give me some water." He ordered.

The she extended it to him but he's too dirty to hold it so she let him drink while she's holding the mug.

He then proceeded to the bathroom to change and asked her.

"Mag, how did you climb up there last night?"

" With a split of a second I realized that if we flip the other side of the bar counter's wooden cabinet racks, it automatically becomes a staircase going up to one of the holes. See how genius the designer was and the three dads were just amazing!"

"Wow! I haven't thought that it could become a door. Yes, after I can relax a bit and wash we'll go up there. How is your wound? Let me see it."

" No, just don't. Its already healed because I've got the best nurse in the world." She smiled.

After an hour, they climbed up to the granite surface and sat down. Their extra shawls and small blankets had helped them. Its not so windy but the moonlight was just a spectacular view of the night. They were both facing northeast and he pointed his hand.

" Its where you threw the Mk 2, right? I have heard it clear that it fell in a very low laden ground and its the only place where I thought, the frontage of this granite mountain. Did your wound hurt when you threw it? Well its a bit far from here." He smiled and looked at her opening the cloth filled with lemons.

" Give me your hand."

It was odd but he gave it as she start rubbing the lemon on it.

" Last night, when you reached here after your fight followed by attending to your wounded comrades, I saw the callouses in your hands while you're asleep. So here, we'll gonna smoothen them. A lemon could help." She smirked while holding his hand that looks like twice as hers.

She felt being tickled by what she's doing so he brought up something to discuss to make his mind busy and to clarify some things.

" Hmm...lying is bad, right."

" Absolutely." She replied.

" So what's written in the ripped pages you confiscated from me." He asked calmly.

" It's....nothing, its just a small issue, those were even funny and childish."

"I'm afraid our children would become liars too, how sad. In both ways, I lied for being curious and you lied for protecting a secret." He bowed down his head.

" Anyway, I don't usually do it but I have urgently decided to move to the wooden house tonight, right after here. Hmm, I need to give you space and think it over if you're ready to open it up later. I mean, the man who wrote it was my father too so I guess I need to preserve the journals for my children to read and for me to understand. But you tore them and I see them that way. How come you did it without me knowing. You punished and humiliated me, but its all okay as long as you haven't riped anything from the journal - its sacred. Everything there. Have you read how painful his emotions were? he has loved ina who didn't even reciprocate any feelings for him, but just platonic. Thus, that journal is our guide, a reminder on how fragile humans we are. I pity that man so much. He had tried to happily raise a son of his woman's man that later accepted him as a friend. What should you be hiding for? that you had a dozen of boyfriends before that 'ama' Sibal has written there? or were you raped? that you stole or killed a barrio populated with people and ate them? or you flunked in schooling?"

She began to laugh while covering her mouth but still silent and she took the other hand, still controlling her laughter.

" Yeah, I'm serious right now and I'm really transferring a resident. I'm just nobody here, you know. No one trusted me here while comrades below even wants me to interpret their dreams."

" Haha...you're funny..." She laughed and she was almost finish on rubbing the lemons on his left hand.

" Well, this makes me so sad around, really, really sad." Then he bowed his head.

Then she put his hands on a dry cloth and rolled them in. She picked them up again to scoop her face.

" See, they just even have few callouses now. I felt it." Then she put them back on his lap again.

" Don't wash your hands with water tonight. Expectedly, there'd be no callouses tomorrow and you'd be thankful of me. Hmm regarding the ripped pages, I'm very sorry. Yes, I'll return them properly and I'll promise not to rip pages again to any of Lolo Sibal's journals. I learned from what you have just said. Thank you." She smiled while arranging the lemon pulps and wrapped them again with its cloth. A little while, George flat his back on the granite surface, looked up the vast skies and she did the same and they both commune in that windy place.

" Wow! this world is so beautiful!" She whispered.

" ...and you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, day and night, you made me dumb and crazy." He tried to whisper it all to the stars with a million light years away, designing his right thumb and index fingers to capture one star amongst. " but you're too far, unreachable." He whispered again as he closed his eyes and felt the winds caressing his face.

" You're ... someone I have waited. But here's going to be a process that makes us both fine...in place. Being young and comfortable at each other will just become a beautiful experience in the next decades and hope you hang on for me for some more time where everything is in progress.