Love Notes at Warzone

On the second day, he went up to their house and has heard water splashes, cranking of utensils and lighter footsteps. But he could not get in because its locked so he has to wait till she's done. Patiently waiting then he slept till dusk. When he woke up, the door was readily pushable and that allowed him to get inside then he found a note on bed. He smirked with so much excitement to read the missive while putting a white fresh daisy in a vase next to bed.

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May 30, 1942

My George, I need more cloth, soft ones. There are still sacks of supplies we haven't opened yet last time, please do find me some. I need to add up more baby pajamas for our baby's collection. I also have some small towels for your back when you sweat, use them. Just as the old days, I'm doing fine. Interestingly, I continued reading the journal and found so many things anew. How are you?"

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He then left a note for her to pick and read.

June 1, 1942

Mag, I missed you very much and I'm trying myself to be better for you. By the way, next week, we'll silently ambush the Japs on their way passing at the new Gabok bridge. Sibaya had visually decoded their pattern of supply movement. Quizzically, there have been youngblood on new bunkhouses inside their barracks where they newly installed unfamiliar facilities. Sibaya would like to spy but I said - no. Hope you're here to help me plan out. By the way, here, I'm leaving my uniform, it was accidentally ripped when we had our physical exercises, please help me sew this. Lastly, I feel so inspired, keeping this lovely baby shirt, my lucky charm. Take care for me.

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" Curious about her hiding place." Then he roamed around at the receiving area, carefully pushing the walls, big jars, paintings and had his long - standing stare in front of the mirror.

June 4, 1942

My dear husband, your uniform was not ripped, it was scissored. I just found two zig zag traces ( this makes me smile now). Anyway, don't scissor it again, that's not good. Though it appears sweet yet naughty. Besides, you were attempting to explore on the walls of our house, trying to find me yesterday, smiling. I caught your tantalizing eyes staring at me while you're talking alone; my heart shivered, and I figured out how immeasurable missingness I felt. Did you not feel me in the kitchen, staring at the faucet? You've stared on the walls and even at the spiral staircase. On bed, you did the same, even reaching the overhead ceiling and caught you placed your feet on our blanket, hmm.

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June 7, 1942

You're as lovely as the skies who can show both sunshine and sundown like you made me smile and cry. Honestly, I scissored my uniform, just wanted you to touch it. Hmm, what will I do now when I was caught and how did you know that I placed my feet on our bed? this makes me crazy. Hmm, but you kept mentioning my eyes, I palpitated, haha. But Mag, seriously, I missed you, so much."

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June 10, 1942

"Me too. But I was honestly trying to be strong for you. Right now, I'm busy reading the journal, there are new revelations I've found. Take extra care for me, hmm, you loose weight these days.

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" A two way or reciprocal mirror! possible! it reflects on one side but transparent on the other side." He thought and speculated. So as if he just relaxed at the receiving area but tried to see the distance of separate three mirrors fronting at each other. " He could see me in the bedroom since the second mirror was fronting to the third; and the third is slanted and obliquely faces to the bedroom. It crisscrossed, haha. My lovely wife, you're at my back right now, precisely looking at me on that mirror I am facing. You were in a secret room behind that reciprocal mirror at the rear, hmm. You're caught! But anyway, just stay there and be safe from my reach, you're in real danger with me these days." Then he smiled.

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June 12, 1942

I just woke up from our bed and cravin' to see you this morning. Just wanted to tell you if my uniform fits me well. We'll dive in for a military operation today to commemorate as well the independence day. We'll fight without noise. Wish me luck, my beautiful wife. If I can come back alive, let me sip a glass of wine from our bar counter, okay? At least I seek a permission. Just a little amount and it will not make me drunk.

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Whole day George's men were preparing so he got down early. It was also a fine time for Magee to fix the house. When its already tidy, she took the wine and put a glass beside it at the counter, ready for a sip that tagged a special note written, "with my kiss."

For the entire day, Magee was clasping her hands most of the time, worried. Evening came and she already opened the door, she started to glide herself inside the secret room, praying. By listening to the sound of silence it gave her more chance to yonder and deeply breathe from the small slit of window of the room. "George, go back home now - your wine is waiting." A little while, at 0200 hrs the door was opened, George emerged with his bag, handgun and hat on his hand. He paused and sat on the floor by the door and relaxed for a while, tossing his hands to untie his boots, remove it together with his upper jacket. However, he was attracted to the candle beside the bottle and a glass so he motioned closer. But the more he wowed upon reading an unexpected note, " with my kiss."

" Am I not dreaming? how lovely my wife is, whistling a little intimacy over this victory. Huh! I'll see you tonight." He thought and smiled.

It was almost 0400 hrs when he's off with the glass and drew closer to the mirror at the back of the granite couch and carefully opened it. With his flashlight, he entered in a dome type approximately 6x6x8 dark room but there's no one inside. But it curiously made him stayed for a while, squatting on the floor, fronting outside the transparent mirror on a new perspective.

" Wow! wonderful spy mirror, haha. Hmm, and where's my wife?" He thought but suddenly fell on the floor.

No one picked him up nor changed some shirt on, so he just slowly stood up and smilingly got out after almost thirty minutes of acting like drunk. "My trap didn't work, haha. I forgot she's smart. Hmm...I'm becoming naughty now, but where is exactly her location?" He pushed all the walls of the room but there's nothing inside the walls. So he got out with sloppy shoulders and sighed. He was very tired so he just wrote a note.

June 12, 1942

My wife, I found a small room when I became drunk out of the wine you left me at the bar counter. But anyway, thanks for the treat, I valued the thought with a kiss note. In consonance, we won over the younger batch of Japs. So timely that its independence day and it charmed all of us. But still, you should have celebrated it with me. Hmm, though, thank you, my wife - for the love and exquisite treat, my oozing love's over this note.

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He got out and she slowly slithered the endpart granite portion of the wall behind the secret room. George failed to find her because he only pushed the walls, he should have slid all side by side endpart portions. Interestingly, Magee learned it all from the journal. Likewise, George did not know that the secret room have six connecting rooms in u-type formation, facing the outside master bedroom.

She immediately locked the main door going to the spiral staircase and found herself tiptoing and went to the room and read his message. Magee did not know that her husband was just on the other side of the door, smilingly sat on the doorstep and seemingly tickled by every sound he hears. He was puzzled and shook his head. "I'm getting crazy finding out her whereabouts but look! haha, she just pop up from where she came from and casually took a bath after me. Lovely! you're really the daughter of Dad Edward and the Lieutenant's husband, haha. Its more than a month I haven't seen you, my wife. Now I can monitor your footsteps and the sound of doors, I'll find the secret passage soon." He smiled and closed his eyes while putting his ear on the granite door. " She's heading back, opening the main reciprocal mirror door, opening another door? haha. Hmm, she closed it again, sliding. Its a sliding door!" He smirked and thought. "There's another door." Then he walked like zombie going down the spiral staircase then towards the tunnel and brought back a piled up cloth his wife has ordered and readied it on the granite doorstep upstairs. It was enough and he went straight to the angel fruits.

" Oh, Fr. Matias, thank you. what is that you're putting below the angel fruits.?" He gleefully asked.

" Its the chicken dung. Careful, don't put too much of it. Hmm, they'll grow up soon quickly." He smiled.

" This is gotta be exciting, the priest is with me! thank you Fr. Matias!" He smirked and kissed the leaves of his angel fruits.

" Haha! careful, there are aphids on them. Let's make a smoke out of the dry leaves, come, gather them." Then they both enjoyably chitchat beside the drainage of the angel fruits.