Heather_Eustaquio

Dark brown hair, small round hooded eyes with some pair of glasses. Matthew is a typical moreno bookworm, known as a nerd, has this question in his head, "why do narrators narrate the story but don't get narrated in it?" 

One day, his favorite book from his favorite author suddenly became a hit. It became so popular that people created a theater play adaptation. 

Watching the actors. Seeing the props and the efforts. Matthew couldn't be amazed more—he was in awe while watching. But watching left him hanging, not because of the play, but because of a VOICE.

It narrated the story clearly, smoothly. The narrator's voice is pretty. Since that day, her voice was ringing in his head, over and over again. Not because it's pretty or clear—but it's familiar.

His curiosity killed him with words that left in his mouth, "To the narrator whose voice is in my head, can you narrate Psalm 46 for me?"

Narrate Psalm 46 For Me

Light spreads as my vision began to be clearer. The wind blows. Same breeze, same smell, and same feeling. Atlast, it's morning again. 


Getting up, thanking God for another day. Talking to Him, just like every morning. Calmed. My heart was calmed after talking to the Lord by a prayer. I took my Bible that was on the table and flicked the pages. Ephesians 3:20-21 was seen when I stopped.


"Glory to God, who is able to do far beyond all that we could ask or imagine by his power at work within us; glory to him in the church and in Christ Jesus for all generations, forever and always. Amen."


A smile creeped on my lips as my heart delighted. Standing up and walking to my windows, sweet hymns of birds was heared when I pushed the curtains in opposite directions. Seeing the green leafy friends in my sight. Plants and trees were waving at me as the wind blew them. Swaying in every direction, following the Sunday's morning breeze. 


God's creation really is amazing. What a fresh morning to start the day. I smiled at that thought. Picking my phone at the table when I heared a vibrating sound coming from it. I answered, "Hello?"


Oh, it was an alarm, not a call. I looked at the time and my heart almost fell—Next thing I knew, I was late for my classes. 


Rushing in preparing. I was running through this spacious house that I've been living since childhood. Getting my laptop that's on top of the table as I wore my uniform. It was a white long-sleeved polo with a tie on it. Adjusting my necktie, my fingers typed the link for my classes. 


"Matthew, you're late." I sighed after hearing what Mr. Espacio said. My eyes rolled after seeing my bestfriend Luke, laughing on the screen. Like, what's funny about your bestfriend being late right? Psh.


The class ended and I sighed out of relief. 


Next classes will be in the afternoon. Wow, stretching really feels good. I thought after laying fully on my bed and stretching my arms and feet as far as I could–ting. There was a ringing sound at the side of my bed. I looked at its direction and realized that the sound came out from my phone. 


It doesn't sound like the notification for classes though. Later I realized that it was my favorite notification—a chapter update from my favorite author! A smile creeped out from my lips as I took my phone and opened it. 


'You have a notification from: ByGraceShesSaved.'


Not waiting any longer, my fingers opened the notification and a beauty in my sight was seen—Chapter 40 of  He's In-love with a Daydreamer.


My heart beated faster. I tapped the chapter and the scenarios in my head began. 


"She's standing there, walking towards me. Wearing that white dress, pure as a dove. 


She looks beautiful. My wife is beautiful.


Reading the words, tears began to blurry my vision as my eyes continued;


The sound of the choir singing. The wedding bells ringing. Nearer and nearer. Closer and closer, she's getting to me. Everything looks so beautiful, but my eyes were only fixed on her. Wearing that pure white dress with her hair, swaying as she walks down the isle. I'm in awe.


The timing looks so right. The delightful beating of my heart, the peace in my mind. The time has come, but I know that this is the right one—because it's the Lord who permits it.


A sniffing sound was heared and I stopped reading. Who was that? I thought while my eyes scanned the room. Later I realized that I'm alone in my room, and my eyes were sore because of tears. I was crying. 


Like dzuh, wouldn't you get touched by a story's ending?


Chapter 1