Chapter 141 - Absolutely, Positively 15: Finally Telling the Truth (1/2)
Alvin rolled Jena over so they could lie in a spoon position. His arm firmly wrapped around her middle while his other hand ċȧrėssed her hair, soothing her. This was it. It was now or never. He would tell the truth, he decided as he started with his story.
”When I was young, I was so addicted to dance,” he began and Jena frowned wondering what this story got to do with her confession about Sam's father, but she kept quiet and listened as she promised she would.
”Back then, I had an agreement with my parents. They'd let me dance as long as I'd like but once I graduated from college, I'd leave it and start focusing on handling our business. They even booked me a flight to the US the day after my graduation. Well, for me that was okay. I understood that I could never dance forever but I loved the dance floor so much I'd agree to anything as long as I could be on it.”
Jena turned her head to glance at his face. She still had no idea where this was going.
”Eight years ago, when I was twenty, I was still so addicted to dancing and showed off whenever I could,” Alvin snorted as if he was laughing at his old self. ”I always went to this club where I was pretty known as the king of dance. Nobody could ever beat me back then,” he continued making Jena more confused.
”But on my last night, the night after my graduation, after my last performance, someone made me forget about dancing. Hell, I even forgot that I was still kneeling on the dance floor with many people watching me. My mind just went blank. My eyes were focused only on the beautiful person I saw sitting just a few feet away from me. She was so beautiful, she put angels to shame. It was love at first sight for me,” he added and he felt Jena tense in his arms once again but she didn't stop his story.
”My friends picked me up from the dance floor and that's the only time that I remembered where I was. But I still kept my eyes on my angel, and I was so displeased over the fact that there was someone who kept on bugging that person. I was so jealous but couldn't do anything about it. If it weren't for my friends, I wouldn't have the courage to go and wait for the angel so I could introduce myself.”
If ever, Jena became more tensed after listening to this? Even if she knew this was in the past, it was not really nice to hear about her husband's past relationship.
”I waited and waited outside but when the angel didn't come out, I returned inside the club to see her drinking a glass of wine. She looked like she'd never drunk it before and so I went to the restroom to relieve myself first.”
”Restroom?” Jena asked, interrupting for the first time as her heart began to pound.
”Yes. Restroom,” Alvin answered. ”I was thinking of ways on how to approach my angel when the angel herself entered the restroom. She was too out of it that she entered the male restroom instead of the ladies' and she was sick. She looked like she would throw up or faint and so I asked what was wrong.”
After he spoke, he watched as Jena's eyes widened. It looked as if her memories of something similar had come rushing back. On the other hand, just as Alvin had predicted, Jena was indeed reminiscing blurred pieces of memory— what she could recall that fateful night.
Entering the restroom, Jena felt her body begin to burn, her breathing turning ragged as her vision started to blur.
”What's going on?” she whispered as she desperately clung to consciousness.
”Hey, are you okay?” a kind voice inquired, but her vision was already too blurry to recognize the stranger's face.
”Hey!” the voice called out again, but for Jena, it was just a distant echo as darkness claimed her.
For Jena, even though she wasn't able to see the stranger's face, she could remember his kind voice.
Could it be?
She wanted to ask as she turned around to face her husband, to search his face. Could it be? Her eyes asked the question, but instead of answering, Alvin continued his story.