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In the wee hours of the morning after the party, Antonio carried Rosalin still in the bridal costume in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. They started to kiss each other passionately while undressing each other. Antonio started to make love to Rosalin gently and before long it turned into a ravage, lovemaking as Antonio went wild in ecstasy. His fingers seem to dig into her flesh as he made love to her savagely, his eyes closed. His body seem to tear through hers.
From a smiling and happy look, Rosalin’s face soon gave a shocked expression at seeing the change in Antonio’s behavior. She tried to stop him but he continued with his ravage lovemaking.
All her emotions seemed to disappear as she looked at a stranger making love to her. She found no pleasure and lied still as Antonio ravaged her body savagely. Tears swelled up in her eyes and she quickly closed it, not wanting to show Antonio the hurt she felt. Sleep soon overcame her and she found herself dreaming.
She was on the beach on a clear moonlit night. She saw at a distant a figure was standing with his arms stretched out as if to welcome someone. His face was obstructed and she couldn’t see who it was. Across the sands, Rosalin in a bridal costume ran across towards him, her hands too stretched out. She reached him and fell in his arms and they started to kiss passionately. They slowly let themselves on the ground and soon started undressing each other while their lips locked. A sensual lovemaking took place between the too as the stranger made passionate love to her. The man was gentle in the art and Rosalin found herself wanting more and more. And as she reached the climax, she saw the man’s face clearly. It was Fr. Kane.
Rosalin quickly opened her eyes in shock to find Antonio fast asleep next to her. She was breathing heavily, unable to believe what she saw in her dream. Tears swelled up in her eyes and she dabbed her finger knuckles to wipe them away. As if on notion, the single string of pearls that she wore around her neck got entangled in her fingers and broke, sending the pearls scattering. How ironical, she thought. Just like her dreams that was shattering. Maybe I am wrong, she thought aloud. Life would change for the better.
At his residence, Fr. Kane was sleeping soundly. Suddenly haunting music filtered across to his ears and he woke up. He listened silently. He then got up and walked to the window and pulled it open. Sound of wild animals howling reached his ears and with it, the sound of sweet haunting music filled the emptiness of the dead of the night.
In his bedroom in the palace, Antonio put his hand around to feel Rosalin and finding the bed empty, he opened his eyes and looked around. Music filtered across to his ears. He got out of the bed and walked over to the balcony. He could see Rosalin playing a harp. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her silently. She was naked except for the harp in her hand. She looked so sensual and so beautiful he thought as he stared lovingly at her taking in her nakedness. Her eyes were closed and her face bore a tormented look. He was puzzled as he stared at her face. There was something troubling her.
Antonio walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his naked body to touch her nakedness from behind, his face resting on her shoulder. She stopped playing.
‘Please continue darling.’ He said as he gently kissed her on the back of her neck. And then on her back. His hands gently slid across her perfect stomach. She felt no feelings. Her feelings seemed to have died. She continued to play the music as the first rays of the morning sun filtered across the sky.
At his residence, Fr. Kane was still staring out of the window listen to the music. The animal sound had diminished. Only music filtered across. He closed the window and walked to his desk and sat down. He pulled out his diary and quill. He started to write. ‘…the music filled the night with serenity. Even the animals seemed to bask in its glory. But for me, it sounded like the warning of an impending storm…’
Finished, he closed his diary and went back to bed. But he found it difficult to sleep as he tossed and turned in his bed. The music kept haunting him.