Chapter 3: The Encounter
***The Encounter***
Even after service mom still kept her love for Matthew strong. It was three years after school, the love birds were already working class when Matthew wrecked and jumped out of the ship into another, leaving mom in the wreaked ship unwarned. He doesn't love her anymore, he was going to marry someone else the next month December.
He called her while she was at the office to give her the heart disturbing news, she never believed him, she thought he was only playing his usual prank.
"Call me back when you have something to say."
So she said to him.
It finally became apparent to her that he was serious after she saw his post on Facebook where he was publicly inviting friends, both old and new to his wedding by December. It was no one else but her best and parrot of a friend, aunty Paulina who sked her to go online and see what Matthew posted.
She cried, grabbing and squeezing sand from the shore, gnashing her teeth, giving the look of a venomous viper. Love had just kicked her in the face: Matthew had taken his leave, his umbrella, and her heart with him.
"To the extent of posting the invitation of your wedding with another girl on Facebook, even before officially breaking up with me."
She wept as she scrubs her feet against the sandy shore.
"You hurt me, Matthew, you really did, and I'll never forgive you."
She said as a tributary of tears ran down to the sandy ground through her eyes down her ears.
As the horizon closes: the breeze increased, wave and current also did. The sea washed the bank, softly climbing towards her feet. The wave echoed, almost like it said a word, the water caressed her legs like to say: 'the water had hands'. The sea now appeared like it began where the cloud drifted, enfolding the hills with thick moisture, the water ran wild dancing like an excited child. The vibration from the waves was like the wild dreams of a prisoner longing for freedom. The wave was so close to her that as they broke, drops of spray ran down her face.
"Go ahead! Wash me down, take me with you, I've got no reason to stay alive, the man I love just left me for a new girl who he will soon be calling his wife, so feel free, wash me down with you, I'm so tired of life, I don't want to continue like this, I can't do this no more, so please take me with you."
So she said to the wild running wave which threatened to wash her down by washing up to her leg position. In no time the wild running wave, the current, the breeze, and the splashing all became calm. The current, the pulse, the flow, now so slow, soft and mild, speaking to her emotions, whispering things only love could comprehend, she found herself cuddling with the gentle caressing sea breeze.