Semua Bab The Unveiled Soul: Bab 31 - Bab 40

As always, a man who is frightened wants to find tranquility and salvation in the arms of a woman. But what if that woman always disappears, leaving behind strange feelings? Adelard was torn apart. After all, he wanted to go to the hospital, to see the young man Gaspard, he wanted to visit Madame Lucy and her children, he wanted to apologize to that man named Louis, and also, he had so much to do. But nevertheless, he wished to see her and only then to continue his work. His thoughts were occupied only with this woman. In fact he had even stopped being himself and thinking the way he had always thought. He hadn't even noticed that it was raining and that his suit was already soaked to the skin. It was, perhaps, a frightening sight. The man was himself, and suddenly he was an echo of someone else's voice. Love, it brings happiness and takes away identity. "Adelard!" That voice could have destroyed and saved him at the same time. He threw himself into her arms with all hi

A clear rainbow, with all the bright colors delighted all who took a break from their business. It was the bridge over which everyone's dreams ran. It was the gateway to that world from childhood that came back every time it rained. And at the sight of such beauty, even the coldest, most wicked man was transformed into an innocent child. For this was the power of nature. And maybe if there were always rainbows, sunny days, fruit and flowers in this world, there would be no bad people. Maybe it was always about rainbows, which connected not only the two parts of the town, but also the hearts of people. And two lovers could not tear themselves away from each other. They couldn't let go of each other's hands. Greed, that's what was between them. And that greed turned into passion, which Celeste ignited every time they were alone.On that day, which occupied a special place in Adelard's memory, Celeste, holding the flame of fire in her heart quickened time, and when th

While Jean had money flashing in his eyes, on the other side of town Adelard was drawing patterns on the skin of Celeste's back that only he understood. Under a tall lonely tree that stood in the middle of a green field with many yellow flowers, they were lying on a soft blanket. A warm wind embraced them, whispering the secrets of the sun. Birds flew together with butterflies, dancing and celebrating. Somewhere in the distance two white horses were running and jumping, competing with the hills that stretched high into the sky. Somewhere, deer was sleeping peacefully, thinking of nothing but the beauty around them. And higher still, among the clouds, eagles flew like guardians of the place. With everything together, Adelard searched Celeste's back for constellations, traces of divine origin, but found only love. His lips drifted smoothly down her arms, toward her collarbone, which became home to the fallen leaves. And then even higher, to where scarlet lips awaited love. 

"Monsieur! Good thing you're here!" the man and woman, who looked like two peas in a pod, exclaimed, running up to him. "Yes. How can I help?" Adelard asked, beginning an inspection of all the factory's work. And he began with the most horrible and smelly things. Namely grease and other dangerous substances. Monsieur Renaud, father of five children, was already used to demanding everything from Adelard. So, as if to his old friend, he said, "My son will study in Paris. He has entered the university. He's going to be a doctor! So, could you help me with the money?" "Really? I am very happy for this news! I am sure he will become a good doctor. Please see my secretary." The moment Adelard climbed up the iron stairs, Renaud said to his wife the words that only an enemy could say. Namely, "That Adelard is crazy. He never asks how much money we need. He just gives everybody the biggest amount and no questions asked. I wonder if he's crazy." 

In the empty hallway, where it was dark, Adelard collapsed on the soft carpet and covered his face with his hands. He had pains all over his body and even his thoughts brought him intense pain. Tears rolled down on their own, leaving imperceptible burns on his long fingers. There was no one around to help. Once again, he was alone in the world. Though, somewhere far away, he could hear people's voices and most importantly, laughter. Laughter was everywhere; laughter was always what followed him everywhere. He covered his ears and just froze. Never before had his heart pounded so loudly. Like a hammer on a wall. What was that feeling? Why did it feel so bad? And the only answer was, fatal illness. "Monsieur what is the matter with you? Get up," the man walked over and asked. Then, helping him to his feet, he put his arm around his back and said, "You shouldn't be sitting here." "I don't want to go there. Just leave me alone." "Don't