Thursday, March 21, 2013 12:02 PM
Prologue
"Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?"
- William Shakespeare
March 22, 2013
If Romeo and Juliet were meant for each other,
then our love is so much more than that.
For I am no Romeo and you are no Juliet,
but together, we are more than perfect.
Kuori
smiled as she picked up the scrambled piece of paper in her hands,
memories flashing in her mind. His countenance that lifted up whenever
he saw her and that gleam in his eyes as he gaze at her softly; the
irrevocable proof that he was in love with her.
Holding
the paper close to her heart, she got up from the chair she was sitting
on and opened the windows before her. A gentle sea breeze rustled her
hair and sent her glorious brown curls flowing with the wind, a twinkle
of happiness in her eyes as she observed the magnificent ocean before
her.
"What are you doing, Kuori?"
She
whirled around, and there he was. Her love, looking at her with ebony
black eyes of adoration. It was a love that had not diminished
throughout the years they had been together and she knew that there were
still many more that was to come. Walking towards her, he gently pulled
her into an embrace and laid his head on the crook of her shoulder,
breathing heavily against her neck.
"Nothing much. Just admiring the scenery."
She
replied him, a wistful smile on her face. They had come to live in a
house facing the ocean when her love, Kevan, purchased the island one
year ago. It was not a big island by any means, but it was big enough
for them to build their house and start their imminent family together.
"So
how many of those seashells have you collected already?" Kevan
questioned, placing his hand on the bulge of Kuori's tummy and stroking
it softly, "And has our little baby been a good boy today?"
Kuori
smiled. She had realized she was pregnant nine months ago when she
visited the doctor's for what she thought was a food poisoning case at
that time. That day turned out to be the best day of her life. The
doctor had happily announced to her that she was a week pregnant and
that the vomiting she thought was due to her body purging itself of
bacteria infested food was actually morning sickness that was
experienced daily by most pregnant woman.
She had been
so worried at first. Kevan and her were only University students at that
time and were not even married. There was no way they could afford to
raise a family. Also, they had finally settled into their relationship
after overcoming numerous obstacles and she was afraid that the baby she
was carrying might jeopardize their relationship.
Her
worry was for naught. The moment Kevan found out about the news, he had
immediately proposed to her, claiming responsibility for the fetus she
was carrying inside her. The baby they had both made together with love.
Everything went by in a whirlwind from there on. Wedding plans were
immediately formulated, a meeting with the parents from both sides was
quickly arranged and soon before Kuori knew it, she was married to the
sole heir of Highlands corporation, Kevan Cuttingfield, the love of her
life.
"What's with the silence and secret smile?"
Kevan was looking at her puzzled, confusion evident on his face. This made her smile harder.
"I'm
just thinking back to the events that happened since we got married.
You know, Kevan, I just realized, our love story could be written as a
fairytale," Kuori replied, her face lighting with excitement, "and I'll
be the lucky Cinderella who got to marry the Prince Charming of her
dreams."
Kevan chuckled, "Nah. I've always thought it
was the Prince Charming who got lucky. After all, if the princess did
not come to the ball, he would have been forced to marry a princess of
equal standing for the sake of his kingdom. Can you imagine that? That
poor soul will not even get a taste of true love!"
Kuori laughed as Kevan grew more agitated as he spoke, his tone containing a twinge of frustration.
"Stop laughing!" Kevan commanded, releasing the arms around his wife, breaking the tight embrace they were in.
"But it's funny." Kuori replied, sticking out her tongue at him defiantly.
Kevan shook his head in exasperation. Such were the antics of his dearly beloved wife. What was a husband to do but surrender?
"If
we were in the age of dynasties in China, you would have been locked up
in a pig cage and thrown into the sea for defying your husband, my dear
feisty wife." Kevan pouted unseeingly for a man of his age.
"Yet
the fact is we're not in the past but rather in modernized times, where
a wife can defy her husband without fearing death." Kuori retorted,
watching her husband's face fell as he failed to come up with a
comeback.
"You can never win our verbal banters." Kuori proclaimed proudly as Kevan struggled for a response, "Just give it up."
Kevan sighed.
"Sometimes,
I really wonder why I marry you." he spoke as he held up his hands in
surrender, posing the question to the heavens above.
"Cause you love me." Kuori smiled brightly in reply, dazzling the senses out of Kevan.
"So
the prince got lucky huh?" he breathed heavily in the silence between
them, slowly approaching his wife once more as his footsteps echoed
loudly in the quiet room..
"But the princess was luckier-" she managed to reply before her lips were swooped in one kiss, cutting her off efficiently.
"You
need to have better manners, Prince Charming," she chided when they
broke their kiss after a while, "or your princess might just take
flight."
Kevan chuckled loudly before gently steering his wife away from the window and leading her to their bed instead.
"There, all safe and secured," he spoke as he tucked her in bed, "you can't run away now. It's time for bed my little princess."
"I'm not little." Kuori immediately protested, implying the huge belly she had now, "I'm anything but little."
"And
you're anything but big either." Kevan replied before closing the
window, shutting out the chilly breeze outside. He was just about to
join Kuori in bed when his eyes caught glance of a crumpled piece of paper on the
table. The paper he had first seen Kuori holding onto when he entered
the room. Unable to stifle his curiosity, he gently pried open the scrap
of paper with his two fingers. On the paper were written these four
lines:
If Romeo and Juliet were meant for each other,
then our love is so much more than that.
For I am no Romeo and you are no Juliet,
but together, we are more than perfect.
Smiling to himself, Kevan took the pen on the table and continued the make shift poem.
Two contrasting souls from two different worlds,
a love thought of as impossible.
There the prince met the pauper,
and so begins this strange encounter.
