Blue Sky, Blue Eyes

Prologue

The room produced a serene atmosphere and comfort feeling. But it was dark, only one small candle was consuming. Darkness troubled Misao's security especially when she's alone but in this case; she had to endure it a little longer. She never bothered to light another for the thought that it was already enough for her need. As long there's a source of light, nothing can make her scared. And also, she was afraid that she might awaken her sleeping husband if she did so.

It was raining outside their hut. The cold wind could still pass through between the small spacing of the bamboo wall. Even so, the wood could still protect them from the total effects of the wet and cold environment of the outdoors. She sighed, thinking in another month, she will be missing this small humble abode as their sanctuary from the harsh reality of life. There was nothing to be afraid of, she told herself. Everything will be alright, that she promised.

All she got in her heart was Hope but too much of it will consume her, even the people around her. But she couldn't help it. She needed a wall to lean on. Love had already abandoned her. Or so, she abandoned love.

They had been living to this tiny yet cozy hut for about 5 months now. In another month, she will be delivering her very first baby. After her latest check-up, the lady doctor told her the baby is in good health. And along with it, an ultra-sound was shown to her. Misao's unborn child is a healthy baby girl. Both she and her husband were very happy for the news. Even so, at some parts of their momentarily happiness holds fear. Her husband's eyes were laughing yet deep inside, a part of it is worry. She too had that same feeling but she promised herself not to be pulled by the very same dreaded emotion she was trying to fight for months now. For the baby, she had to remain strong.

But at this moment, she could feel her vulnerability. Tears rolled down her cheeks while writing her letter. It was a letter for someone she dearly knew, very close to her heart. Each letters and words she wrote seemed to be a burden for her to do because of the intense emotion she had shared. But she had to do it, telling the person all about their circumstances and the sad fate they had.

Yes. Only in letter she could pour her feelings. Before, given the right condition, she might face them and tell it all. But that was not the path she had chosen. Misao had decided that it was best to leave this way – by letter – so that no more hearts will be broken outright, including hers.

It was in a yellow parchment she wrote those precious words. Unintentionally, the parchment smelled of roses – her favorite flower and scent. Misao had bought it when she and her husband strolled down to town, enjoying its great rustic scenery. She remembered it fully how happy they were that day, having no problems to think about even if the truth there is. Laughter is the best medicine. She knew that deeply, so goes with her husband. That is why they promised each other not to give reasons to have anger and jealousy along the way of their new marriage. It was just a waste of time. Time is priceless especially at their situation.

Almost at the end part of the letter, she stopped writing and looked momentarily at the black ink that penetrated to the surface of the parchment. The receiver's name had caught her attention. In the exact moment, her tear dropped right to it. She absently touched it as her fingers unknowingly smudging its ink. Suddenly, loneliness became a part of her. Regret was worming through her also.

But she had to move on. Again, for the sake of the baby and everybody else.

Her husband woke up, stretching and groaning in their bed. Misao heard him do his ruffling to the sheets. She quickly finished, folded and hid her letter under the desk. She wiped her tears also to hide it away from her loving husband's eyes. Giving him another petty thing to worry about is not a good option.

He felt their bed frigid for its half part was empty. Fluttering his eyes to awaken, he searched for his wonderful, wee wife. He made a sexy groan, enough to drive a woman think of depravity. Handsome, virile, lovable and young looking, Misao was one of the luckiest woman in the planet. She knew that too well. Many envied her. And also, many despised her.

"Misao, where are you?" her husband asked as he absently searched the sheets.

Finally hid the parchment letter into her desk, she answered, "I am here, dear."

"Why are you there?" He looked at their alarm clock to see the time. "You should be sleeping, darling. It's bad both for you and the child to stay up late."

"I know that, my dear. I just can't sleep. The baby is moving." She half-lied on that part. She didn't want him to know what she was doing.

"Really? Such an impertinent baby she is. Never had the care to her mother's condition," He teased. "Come over here."

Misao went back to bed; back to the very security of her life right now – his arms. She was embraced by her loving husband, cradling her to him. He wanted her to feel safe into his arms, as always. "Don't you ever leave the bed at night without telling me, Misao. Wake me if you do." Then he kissed her forehead.

"I am no child to be taught like that." She reprimanded.

"I know. But the situation calls for it. Please don't argue with me," he admonished as he leaned down his head lower to kiss her pink lips.

They kissed.

"Ok. I got your point. Will you let me go to sleep now, dear?" She huskily said as she caressed his jaw with her small hand.

He smiled. "You can sleep now, here in my arms."

"You'll just suffocate the baby,"

"No I won't. I just want you near me, Misao. I'll be gentle." He coaxed as he softly rubbed her bloated belly.

She thought for a moment and finally agreed to her husband's whims.

Lying in bed, her husband's arms gently coiled around her rounded form, her troubled emotions got stabled. Only in time she will be free of everything and everyone, even to herself. Just sending the letter will be the first step. Tomorrow, she will cajole her husband for them to go to town. Strolling will be a good excuse.

Tomorrow will be the start of her new life. The letter will be the key of it.

tbc...