"Stop staring!" I glared at Dion was sitting beside me.
He has been staring at me ever since I arrived. If I had just known he would just stare at me the whole time and tease me, I shouldn't have agreed to go to his house early in the morning.
"Why? Am I not allowed to stare at my girlfriend?"
I suppressed the smile when I heard him addressed me as his girlfriend. I bite my lips which is a bad idea because I accidentally bit the wounded part, making me utter an "Ouch!". He held my face when he heard me and carefully caress the small wound on my lower lip, his brows met as he scolded me,
"You shouldn't have bite it, I could bite it for you," he said, making me glare at him.
"And what? Make it more swollen and wounded than it is now? No thanks!"
The moment I told him last night that I am ready to give our feelings a chance, he was fast as lighting to cross the distance between us and kiss me.
"So, you two are together, for real?" Francis asked the moment I sat down with them in the living room. We just finished preparing breakfast and the two of them are still talking over something. To answer Francis' question, Dion wrapped his arms around my shoulder and smiled at them while announcing our status. I blushed when they started teasing us, my best friend being their leader for she knew how innocent I could be. "She doesn't need to practice those girlfriend duties," Dion said. "All she has to do is to love me with her heart's content, and I'll do the rest." "And that's how a Dausel does it!" Francis beamed before wiggling his eyebrows in my direction, probably to tease me even more. I smiled upon the scene. The breakfast went well with Francis teasing Caroline nonstop and the latter would glare at her, then they will argue over something no matter how small the thing is, making them look like little kids, or mo
Bahnhofstrasse, one of Zurich, Switzerland's shopping boulevard, and one of the world's most exclusive and expensive shopping avenues. With the famous shopping brands surrounding it, from Burberry, Chanel, Dior, Giorgio Armani, Gucci, H&M, Louis Vuitton, Prada, and all that expensive brands that a commoner like me can't afford. It was also named as the most expensive street for retail property in Europe and ranked third worldwide in 2011. The street is popular with both visitors and locals, and one of the most must-visit in Zurich. Paradeplatz, which is Zurich's banking center and most famous town square of the city is located towards the end of Bahnhofstrasse, closest to Lake Zurich. And those three are supposed to be the places we should visit today, but because of Dion, we have a change of plans. A couple of minutes after we separated ways with Caroline, Francis, and Janice, Caroline texted me saying, "Just enj
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
They say a woman is someone who could love truly, who could love so dear. They say a woman's love is pure and only a few do cheating. And as for me, I was counted as those few who does cheating. Having that said, I was someone who couldn't love my partner truly and dearly."What are you thinking?"I looked at Francis who was also naked while lying beside me. The white blanket from the hotel was wrapped around me, while only the lower part of his body was covered. His well-toned body was on full show and I couldn't help but to stare at his tanned skin.A smirk appeared on his lips seeing me staring at him with lust in my eyes. He shook his head and moved to wrap his arms around me, just below my naked breasts. Instantly, I felt hot all over when our skin touched again and I couldn't help but to moan when he started massaging my breast."Uhm,""I know you are thinking about him again," he whispered. "I know you are thinking that what we are doing is
"The results went out good and we didn't see any more signs of Leukemia. Your red blood cells and white blood cells' count continues to be in the normal count for the last few tests that we have done." "With that, I am glad to say that Zhairo is officially a cancer-free patient. Congratulations!" A sigh of fresh relief escaped my throat as soon as the doctor finished his sentence and I can't help but to feel overwhelmed. Mama and Zhanaia who were with me became emotional and I saw the tears pooling at the corner of their eyes. I knew it was because they were happy for me and I was sharing the same feeling as theirs. I closed my eyes and sighed again with the thought that I was finally cancer-free. Finally, I have won the battle against Leukemia. "Oh my god, Zhairo! Congratulations, I am so happy for you!" I smiled as Zhanaia, my sister, came to hug me. Although I didn't like it when they were hugging me, I let her just for this moment as I knew how happy she was for me. Zhanaia wa
If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one. But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves. Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars. Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by the most prominent designer in the whole Ameri
8 Years Later... As the passengers descended the steel stairs, all of us who were left sighs in relief since this is yet another safe flight and we manage to do our jobs efficiently. We all prepared our things for is our turn to leave the plane after the passengers. Most of us will stay in hotels while some, including me, can go home as we wait for our next flight. The familiarity of home envelopes my whole being as I reach the last step of the steel stairs and with a smile, I start pacing forward together with the other ladies wearing formal blue. I fish my phone out and set off the flight mode and notifications start coming in, mostly texts from my family, and there is also one from Caroline. I walk faster despite the heels I am wearing just to reach one of the airport's parking lots immediately. "Zhan
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View "Just... just promise me one thing, Dion." "Promise me you'll get better and you will come back to me." Oh, sweetheart. My sweet Zhanaia. At first, I know leaving a promise to her is no use in my condition. Even if I take this brain surgery, it cannot give us an assurance that I will survive. But still, I go for it, for her. And now, even if leaving a promise seems to be no use, I did. I promise. And I will do it, for her. Loving is not an easy thing, it is not what it seems to be. Loving is not an easy thing, especially in our condition. Love is not an easy thing in a condition between life and death. It needs a lot of understanding and it takes huge risks. Zhanaia and I have agreed that I will come and fly back with dad to America so I could start the proce
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View I am in the middle of a field, and it is a vast space, an evergreen. I know a place like this, I've seen it on the Internet— Grindelwald. It is also a place in Switzerland. Yea, Switzerland. Am I in Switzerland? Roaming my eyes around, I realized that I am alone. No one is around aside from me. The sky is blue, with white clouds dancing, and I could not see the sun, but its daylight. "Dion, darling?" I froze on where I am standing when I heard that voice, that familiar voice I have never heard for so long. My heart thumps and it lurches up to my throat as my eyes started watering. Slowly, I turn to where that sweet, soothing voice is coming from. And there she is, Victoria Dausel, my mother. With her angelic and motherly smile, her burgundy hair is gently swaying with the wind, and her arms are open, like waiting for me. And sudd
Dionysus Dausel' Point Of View When I woke up, it's already dark and I am in my room. My head is still aching, though not as painful as earlier. I roam my gaze around the room, looking for a certain person but there's no evidence of her here. The four corners of this room are silent, only the sound of my breathing can be heard. I try to stand and luckily, I manage, though I feel weak and in need of strength. I need to eat. I wonder what does Stella has for tonight. Well, as she is my relative, I don't address her as my nurse when we're alone. She is six years older than me though, while Daniel is eleven years older than me, he's already thirty-one. There is a note written from a ripped page of one of my notebooks, and I recognize Zhanaia's penmanship. I reach for it and it reads,My Love, I don't want to go and leave you unconscious, but it's time for me to go home. Mama and Pap
Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View The consequences of having a Brain Hemorrhage are taking a toll on me. I have been feeling massive headaches very often than usual, muscle weakness, nausea, vomits and loss of appetite. Sometimes when I am feeling it when I am with Zhanaia, I try to hide it from her, luckily, I am succeeding. Her innocence and being naive at some things turn out to be an advantage for me. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hands, I walk back to the tent where my girl is still sound asleep. She looks pretty, as she is. The blanket that is covering her is pulled down a little, showing the swell of her soft, and pillowy breasts. I smile, lean forward, and pull it up to fully cover her nakedness. Last night was the most unforgettable moment of my life when she gave herself to me. She's mine now, all of her, well, almost. I just need to have her legally, and that will happen a few more years from
Nurse Stell meets us at the entrance of the hospital. I was catching my breath by the time we reach the entrance as the moment the cab stops, I pay and immediately leap off and run as fast as I can. Caroline too was catching her breath and is glaring at me while doing so. "Go, girls. Breathe," nurse Stell cheered. A few more seconds and I finally managed to stand straight while Caroline has her hand on her waist as she catches for more air. And I remember we haven't eaten anything yet, and we ran like this. I owe her a proper meal. Perhaps I'll just treat her for food for today. "Let's go?" I ask her when our breathing comes back to normal. She glares at me again. "Can't we eat first? You know, we did not eat dinner last night and yet we got drunk, and now we haven't eaten breakfast, yet again, we ran like freaking athletes. I was just about to answer he