JJ with her wedding ring shakes my hand, wrapped by her smooth soft hand I say, ' I'd be envying to your glamour even till I get in London.'

Not common congratulation words.

Not sincere goodness wishes.

I just state what I thought, and that's not the eccentric part, the truly bizarre thing is I did never ever expect this dilemma I put myself in after rescued the male detective from the dynamite which could be possibly enough to kill ten elephants. No, not even that, the mostly bizarre thing is that that lucky man is not even capable of being polite enough to say 'thanks' to me, but whatsoever, I'm going to rescue myself now, and I'm absolutely going to thank to myself for that.

'London huh?' She doesn't reply to my compliment, instead, questioning with her indefinably fussing tone.

And yes, still hold my hand, with her cold ring.

I can just pull away, keep distance steadily, by the name of moral considerations, by the name of higher consciousness, as I did before, I can, but I don't want to.

'Yeah, do you like it?' I don't know which answer I'm seeking for, the answer to London the city, or to the fact that I'm about to leave.

'Not really.' I don't know which question she's answering, is that about London the city or the fact that I'm about to leave, then she asks, ' since when you considered to run?' I see hidden conflicts in her avoiding eyes.

I laugh out, have my slightly stiff hand back, show her a smartass sly smile, ' I don't run Jennifer, I can afford the flight ticket.'

She smiles too, but unhappily.

She knows that I rarely have conversations in that heart-open way, maybe that's all the conflicts about, to decide whether she should spit the no-answer question out. But she did, after all the conflicts, she did, she really wanna know.

And I hate to see her upset face. It's her wedding night, she's supposed to be happy, if the stupid ring hurts my hand, I certainly don't want her sadness hurts my heart.

I sigh.

'You must promise me if I tell you the truth you won't think I'm crazy.'

'Yeah, okay.' She confusingly frowns, fold her arms across her chest- not a proper standing position for a bride wearing the holy white dress.

'Since the day I found the foundation of my new house has cracks.'

'What?' She confuses more.

'Since the day I found the foundation of my new house has cracks.' I repeat.

'But, cracks can be fixed.'

'No, they can only be hidden.'

It's a bad idea for leading the casual talking into this way, I don't mean to say things symbolized-like, but I simply can't explain it more.

'If anything I can do to make you stay, you bet your ass I will.'

Is that tears in her glittering blue eyes? Is that chokingly sadness in her voice? Is that cannot-resistant tremble through her spine to all of her body?

'I know, Jennifer, I know.' I hold her in my arms, like holding a wounded deer, I hold her tight.

'No you don't-' she slides her arms around my waist.

She swallows her remaining sentence back into her throat, but I think I figured it out, I figured it out when her tears dropped down her cheeks.

'I do.' I say, it sounds exactly like the wedding vows.

Now the ring lingering beside my waist burns me down.