Chapter 17

Moonlight's pov

"I can't believe that we are married," I look at my ring, "We haven't even paid the old lady," I sit on my bed while looking at her.

"It didn't look like she needed the money. She wanted some peace and love," Louanna says, taking a sip of her pineapple juice.

" But she can't give away such a precious thing to strangers!" Especially not us.

"You may not believe it, but she is the wealthiest person in the Solomon Islands,"

"What happened?" Now that's more interesting. someone that rich but still looking as helpless as she did.

"Her only daughter died along with her husband. She always prayed that her daughter found true love because she wasted it and is now regretting it for the rest of her remaining days,"

"What happened to her love story?"

Louanna sighs. Did I just touch the most bruisedpart of the old lady's heart?

"Her man was white, and by that time it was almost impossible for a white to marry a black. They promised each other what they had would only last for a while. What happened was she wanted more and so did he,"

"So why didn't they fight for it?"

"She was fooled, by her own parents. They hated white people more than anything. So they told her the guy was having an affair with another woman. According to her, everything was so clean during the planned scandal and her emotions drove her from reality. She came to realize that months later and the guy was already dead. You can guess who killed him."

"Her parents?" Louanna nodded.

"The two families were always in dispute and the white one did something very huge to the black one, it was their only way of planning an act of revenge against them, Little did they know that the family would be reunited by a baby, a daughter. The one that died in a car accident. The two rings were given to the old lady by her lover. She passed them down to her daughter and now they have found their way to you,"

My heart sinks. why does part of this story seem like deja vu?

"Lounna, You know this was all to make the woman happy. Sun and I can't be together. I am the reason why we can't be together. I don't even know his surname,"

"Kim Min Seok. Stage name: Xiumin."

"Louanna why did you do that?"

"You said you didn't know his name,"

"That was our agreement!"

"I don't know and I don't care. I too have leaked the private information of my client," She looks away.

"Then you should not say anything about him, Louanna. Do you know that could lead to serious problems for him? You know my secret. we don't belong together!" I sigh.

"Please do not make it harder for me. I beg you."

"The previous couple fought for each other and died beside each other. True love never comes easily, Anahi," She gets up from her seat and heads to the door. She looks at me one more time,

"Maybe you came to this island for a good reason," She opens the door and steps outside. I sigh as much at the thought of my very confusing situation. The rings. Do they mean good or bad to us? The previous couple didn't end up well either. One was left behind and the other couple died too early, I seriously do not want to die that early.

But then, will it be worth it? What if I really decide to fight and get what I want? Will I really get what I want? Will my husband let me be happy without trying so hard to knock me down?

Me asking myself the questions with obvious answers. I laugh at myself.

The door is knocked, a very familiar way of knocking on the door which in no time someone opens it and gets inside.

"Such a rude husband I have been to leave my bride all alone for hours," He closes the door behind him. I just look at him.

A little bit different from how he was a few hours ago, wearing a fully white v-neck T-shirt and jeans with sandals while now wearing shorts of blue colour and a sleeveless black top. I would say he possesses a lot of them, making me wish I was one.

"What?" He asks.

"You just called yourself a husband," I actually can't believe he did that. It kind of sends chills within me. Husband. My husband.

"Is there something wrong with that? Wife?" He smiles. He steps closer to me and presses his lips against mine. Oh God!

He pulls back and checks on my face, I look down. How can I look at this beautiful face when I feel this way? knowing I am going to hurt him in the coming days?

"Everything will be okay, Wife."

"We both know it won't,"

"Can we pretend like tomorrow doesn't exist then? We have today, let's use it,"

I look at him and smile, he pecks my lips, my chicks and my neck until I find myself laughing. He then kisses me hard on my lips with his hands holding my waist as if he will never hold it again.

I like it when he does this. I love it when he shows he wants to possess me, own me and make me his. The best feeling any woman would want to experience at least once in her life and I have experienced it with him. What's worse, I want more than just once. I want it now, later, tomorrow and forever.

He pulls back from the kiss, again, and takes my hand, "Let's go outside," Why do we have to go outside now?

We run towards the beach, with no one else but us. we play all kinds of cheeky games. we chase each other, carry each other although I dropped him on the ground several times, write on the sandy ground and let the ocean take the words and finally we kiss. A passionate long kiss, the one that screams love and all the imperfections that we have in this little thing that we found between us. A kiss that only we can enjoy. This time we both pull out from the kiss, looking at each other like how precious this moment is,

"The Solomon Islands will forever remain the best because I met you. And you are, the island I want to live on. If not for the rest of my life, at least for the time we are given," He tells me.

"You are my favourite husband, Sunny," I kiss him again. Tonight I don't know how many times I will kiss his lips. As long as he is still my husband, I will kiss him in every way and as many times as possible.