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Martha's Top-Secret Diary – 3

"Here Mrs. Kent…" Lana said handing Martha a tray with two cups of coffee and her change from the other side of the Talon's bar.

"Thanks Lana, bye-bye" she said smiling at the young girl and leaving the café. At the exit, a not-very-tall man kept the door open for her. Once outside she looked at him to say thank you but his shiny blue eyes staring at her left Martha missing words.

"Hi Mrs. Kent" Chloe's voice said suddenly appearing between them.

"Hi Chloe…" Martha answered "Isn't Clark with you?"

"We're supposed to meet here" the blonde girl said noticing Martha was gazing at the grey-haired man "Oh… this is Perry White, Mrs. Kent… Mr. White, this is Martha Kent… She's Clark's mother"

"Nice to meet you… Martha." he said taking her free hand and leaving a very soft kiss on it "It's not strange that such a wonderful boy has such an attractive mother"

"My husband's waiting for me" Martha said getting free from his hand "It's been nice to see you again, Perry… See you later, Chloe!" Martha left in a hurry to join Jonathan at the van at the other side of the street.

"Are you alright?" He wondered taking the tray from her hands "You look tired"

"I'm fine" and she didn't say anything else.

The next day, when Martha came into the kitchen, noticed her son talking with someone outside. She came out to the porch and then realized it was Perry White. They shook their hands and Clark went into the barn… Martha was going to come back into the house but the reporter noticed her.

"I just came to said goodbye" he said climbing the steps of the porch "Your son is a really incredible man"

"Thanks…" she muttered "and goodbye, Mr. White" she turned around but then…

"Yesterday you said it had been nice to see me again" he said.

"Did I?" she said nervously "It surely was a mistake"

"That's what I thought… but I knew I'd seen those eyes before…" he approached her and she stepped back. "So I did my research…"

"What do you mean?"

"Class of '88, Metropolis University… I made a conference there… I didn't remember any Martha Kent but… I did remember an amazing red-haired called Martha Clark…"

"Alright… Now you have solved your journalist's doubts I guess you can…"

"I had to cover an event in Washington… I wanted to call you back but… I lost my luggage in the train"

"You can't expect me to believe you… I'm not that stupid teenage anymore, Perry"

"Alright… I was an ass when I was young… and maybe I still being… but I do remember those days in the city with you… and specially that great night when…"

"That was lots of years ago…"

"Don't say me you don't remember it…!"

"Of course I do… it was my very first time… I remember I was excited, I was happy… but the man who I'd shared my most intimate moment with never called me back and that made me feel sad, upset and foolish!" she was upset and noticed a cry almost coming out "I spent days waiting for the phone to ring… crying… But fortunately then I met Jonathan, and you know what? He waited, and when it happened… he was gentle… and the most important thing, the next day he came back to tell me how much more he loved me…"

"I guess I can do nothing else than making women unhappy" he muttered stepping back.

"It wouldn't happen if you didn't run away every time you're scared, Perry" Martha said "…because I was anything but unhappy while we were together"

Her voice was like a soft hand caressing his soul… Her words had been the nicest thing anyone had said him in a very long time and unconsciously he moved closer to her and stole a kiss from her lips.

"I thought you were leaving" Clark's voice remembered Martha the place and time where she was at that right moment.

"I'm sorry, Clark… I was just having a few words with your mother…" Perry said climbing down the porch "She's a wonderful woman, take good care of her" He winked at him and left.

"Are you ok? I saw the two of you from the barn and I thought he was bothering you about me…"

"I'm fine…" she said beating her lips, tasting the rest of that quick kiss he'd left on them "He was just saying goodbye…"

That night, while Jonathan was sleeping next to her, Martha took from the drawer of her night table the pink notebook she'd rescued from the few things she'd taken with her from Metropolis when she'd left her father's house… But this time she didn't read those old lines… she opened it by a page in blank and began to write…

My dear old diary,

It's been so long since the last time I wrote on these pages… I'm feeling like a teenager right now.

Today I've met that guy I once stupidly though I was going to marry with… It has happened fifteen years since then. He's a man, now… a lonely, alcoholic and unsuccessful man… but the same good-looking man with a lovely speech capacity. And he remembers that night… that magic night of the past that will always be in my memories.

He's kissed me. It's been a very short kiss… a small and meaningless kiss… but for a while I was stupidly going to kiss him back… (Can I still being so stupidly innocent yet?) Fortunately Clark has come and I've come back to reality… I haven't told Jonathan because he would get mad, but we've had our own magic night after dinner! He's resting now so, I better turn the light off before he wakes up.

When she finished writing those lines she read them again and tore the page up. She couldn't keep that because if Jonathan or Clark ever found the notebook then… She smiled and put the separate page into the notebook… She would throw it away on the morning once she was alone in the house…

TO BE CONTINUED…