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
Life is like a tourist guide. You have the chance to meet a lot of people and be friends with some of them, but not everyone will stay until the end. Because after all, they are just tourists who are having their trip for a while and, soon, they will go back wherever they came from. But surely, those people will be one of those breath-taking views you will have in your journey. As a tourist guide, this one was already proven to me base on my experiences. Every day, I would interact with different people from overseas to guide or to tour them in the whole Zurich, Switzerland. Some are friendly and talkative, a happy-go-lucky type and some are just silently appreciating the views and every stop. But in my entire life as a tourist guide, I barely hear them say, 'I will stay here for good' or what. Even if they already saw how beautiful Zurich is, it is not enough to make them stay for good. Because again, they are just tourists who are having their trip in the meantime. And they are li
Dionysus Dausel. Silently walking at the noisy cobbled street of Old Town, my head is clouded with the name 'Dionysus Dausel'. I just signed the contract for being his personal tour guide for a month, and tomorrow, I am going to meet him and start my job as well. And guess what? Our meeting place is on Miró Coffee, nice. I was about to take another step when suddenly, I bump into someone which made me out of my balance and fall. "Ouch!" I cried when I felt my butt cheek hurts. I look up at the person standing in front of me. My eyes narrowed when I saw a tall man. He must be the someone I bumped in to. I heave a deep sigh before accepting his hand that he offered for helping me to stand up. I mentally cursed when I felt the pain on my lower back. "Miss, are you okay?" I faced him and shook my head. There's no point in saying 'I'm fine' when the pain is visible in my face. "No, I'm not." I painfully uttered. I can still feel the hard impact of the cobbled floor to my butt and
"Zurich is Switzerland's largest city, located at the North-Central part of Switzerland, at the North-Western end of Lake Zurich. Aside from it is Switzerland's largest city, it is also the major transportation hub and the busiest place of the country due to the airports and railways. Zurich is also one of the world's financial centers for it has a lot of financial institutions and banking companies despite its small population." "It is also a top starting point for travelers for it has a variety of places and features for adventure and traveling. We have more than 50 museums, 100 art galleries, mountains for height lovers, lakes, and other bodies of water for those who love fishing, swimming, and other water activities. Our mountain tops and lakesides are perfect for camping and bonfire. We also have several shopping places for those who love shopping. One of them is Bahnhofstrasse, the finest shopping strand in Europe." Dion is silent as I explain the features of Zurich. From my pe
"See you tomorrow, sweetheart." I heave another deep sigh when I heard Dion's voice in my head again, repeating the same words he uttered earlier like a pirated tape, and an old radio unable to reach the good signal. I am currently laying on my bed, Caroline is here with me since we decided to have a sleepover, like what we always do even on our childhood days. "That's the 13th time you sighed for the past few minutes, Zhanaia." she mumbles while still busy on her phone. And again, I sighed. "14th." She's counting. I pushes myself up and sat on the right side of the bed, it's nearing 10 pm but we are still awake. Caroline is busy with something on her phone, while I, well, I can't sleep because Dion's voice keeps on ringing in my head with the same words he uttered earlier. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart." For an unknown reason, I felt something like butterflies in my stomach. Like those that I have read on romance books, plus the abnormal beats of my heart. It so suddenly bea
Offering friendship to Dion was not in the plan. Note that it's a strong one for it is a best friend. I thought I would really just be his tour guide for a month, but you see, we're now best friends. Even I do not know why I volunteered to be his best friend. Maybe because I feel how down he was? Loneliness was visible in his voice earlier. Maybe that one triggers me to offer him friendship. But, I admit, it feels good when he smiled and accepted my offer. As of the moment, we are in the grocery store. He asked if I can accompany him here since he needed stocks in his house while he stays here in Switzerland. I'll also come with him later. "The foods we brought are very cheap," he commented. He scanned the foods in our pushcart and their price tags. He shook his head as he confirmed that they are really cheap. I chuckled. "It's a commoner food, that's why." "Aren't these expired?" he asks. "They're very cheap." Again, I chuckled. "No, they're not. They are cheap because again, t
As the night sky with thousands of twinkling stars from afar and the golden moonlight illuminating the vast darkness below together with the artificial lights of the city, slowly turned blue and as the sun rises from the east as a start of another day and another life, I slowly open my eyes. The sunlight passing through the glass window of my room fangs my skin. I close my eyes again as hit me right to my pupils. A few moments later, I open it again, and a bright smile, as bright as the sun crept in my lips. "Good morning, the universe," I mumble. I push myself up and do my morning routine. After that, I went downstairs for breakfast. I found Zhairo sitting on one of the chairs with his omelet. He simply greets me a 'good morning' and went back on his food. I didn't bother to ask where are our parents since I already know. They probably went to their work earlier than usual. As I prepare my breakfast, the doorbell rang. My brows furrowed for neither of us are expecting visitor nor
"That one, I want that one!" Sighs. Guess where we are right now. And I would answer the one word, four letters, one syllable. Mall. I unconditionally said 'yes' earlier when Dion asked me again if I will let Zhairo go with him because he wants to treat my brother. I was carried away by his words when he said that Zhairo is no new to him because he will be his 'brother-in-law' soon. My heart was beating really fast, like fast and furious. Plus the feeling of there is a war inside me due to the rumblings. If Dion was close enough, I bet he would hear my heart, and he would probably ask about it. And that is the last thing that I wanted to happen. As much as possible, I don't want him to know that I am having these strange feelings towards him. I am not that naive, I know what this might be, but I am trying my best not to jump into that kind of conclusion. Dion is an American. In their country, most people are liberated, and I won't be shocked if he is too. And if ever he f
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