"They Create an Affair of the Heart"

"They Create an Affair of the Heart"
If there is a fault in the stars, When Clouds Touch will fix it.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Is Anyone Seeing Me? Excerpt From : When Clouds Touch

You have love in your life and yet, you took it out of mine.
        
“No. I’m not going.” Paisley fought her mother’s persistent hands. Pulling off her clothing almost as fast as her mother pushed them on her. In frustration, she swung her legs over the side of the hospital bed in preparation of sitting before leaving the room. After a couple of days of laying in bed, her equilibrium was out of whack and for a brief moment everything spun around and she closed her eyes. Opening them when she felt her mom’s hand cup her cheek. The motherly concern fighting with the determination to win over her desire to give in to her child’s wishes, determination won and the struggle resumed. “I can’t believe you and Oto-san planned to do this to me and Malachi.” Paisley’s tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks. “How do you think he will feel? He stays night and day and you wait until he leaves for work and then you pull this. It’s unfair. He loves me, wants to be with me, forever.”  
 “Well that’s just too bad. Your father and I have come to agreement. We can not trust Malachi with your life. He doesn’t value you enough. You are our daughter, unable to care for yourself and so we will do our duty. You are coming home with us. You can come quiet or we can have you sedated. Which do you want?”  
 “I want to remain here until Malachi returns. Then I want him to bring me to my apartment.” Paisley, not physically up to a prolonged struggle, hoping to appease her mother, gave in. When her mom quietly succeeded in forcing her arms through the sleeves of the blouse, she renewed her protest. “Oka-san please.” She tossed her head from side to side, looking around the room in utter frustration. Everything looked hopeless, out of her control and she felt trapped, on the verge of tears. “Oh my God please don’t play the heavy handed parent. If you do this again, I’ll hate you forever. Listen to me, Oka-san...”   
Her plea, ending in a heartbreaking sob, fell into the silence. Annie MuRong ignored her daughter’s cries and walked out of the room without another word. Paisley dropped back to the bed, turning to press her face into the crumpled pillows. The linen smelled of him. Dragging in a breath only made the memory of him a stronger reason to fight. When her mom returned, doctor trolling behind, she sat up prepared to do battle until they left her no choice, she would stay and wait for Malachi.     

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The knuckles of Malachi’s hands showed pointed and hard on the tight fist pressed against the desk of the nurse’s station. His arms, stiff and rigid, veins taut and clearly visible through his dark skin. His fight for control manifested itself in rapid trembling from shoulder to wrist.   
He could hardly breath, shaking his head in disbelief, he forced himself to swallow. Words were imprisoned behind a tight wall of anger and he wanted to explode. The puff of air escaping between his lips ruffled the strands of hair laying on the nurse’s forehead.   
“What are you saying? I was only gone twelve hours. At work for the sake of Allah. How can she be gone?”  
 “She’s been gone about that same amount of time. Her parents took her home, saying they’re hiring a private nurse. You’ll have to go and talk to them. We realize you are Ms. MuRong’s boyfriend, but you aren’t a family member. There’s nothing else we can tell you.”  
 “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. ‘Thank you so much for all you, everyone did for Paisley.”   
Pulling the phone from his pocket, he turned and walked away, dialing Paisley’s number. It went straight to voice mail. Slapping the phone a couple of times in the palm of his hand as a warning to remain calm, he dialed her parent’s home. By the third ring, he’d made it to the parking lot. Instead of climbing into his car, he paced beside it from, hood to trunk and back again, tapping his fingernails on the body in a three count rhythm as he walked. Frustration and anger tightening his chest and jaw muscles, his words came out in an angry growl and he had to start them over.
  “Hello, hello Mr. MuRong. Sir, may I speak to Paisley, please?”  
 “No, Mr. Dae, You may not.”  
 The pain from banging his forehead on the roof of the car couldn’t rival the pain of her father’s words stabbing his heart.  
 “Sir, I’m sure Paisley isn’t in agreement with this. Please let me speak with her.”  
 “It doesn’t matter if she is or not.” The breath he sucked in barely controlling the urge to scream and curse at the older man so he pressed the bone directly above his eyelid. The movement painful and redirection to his attention. “Paisley’s mother and I have decided we can not trust her life in your hands. You are careless with her. Within the last four months you have done reasonably well, but today has shown you are as impulsive as she is. You aren’t ready yet, Mr. Dae.”
  “I think you are being extremely unfair, Mr. MuRong.”  
 “I’m not trying to be fair, I’m trying to be a father. Think me unreasonable if you must. Go to your parents and ask them how they would feel if they knew it would only take a stupid mistake and they could lose the life of their child When you truly understand, the time will show itself. Until then, I say goodbye, Mr. Dae.” And without further fan fair, Frankie MuRong ended the call.  
 “Oh, my God.”
 Malachi stood for a moment, hand covering his eyes. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t break into their home and grab her from under their thumbs. He would have to find a way to prove himself to them and win her back. Looking up to the sky, he felt lost and alone, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

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The stars in the sky were moving across the darkness and taking position to shine just for her, at least that’s the lie she used to tell herself. Like the meaning of her surname, MuRong, she admired heaven and earth, always believed she was placed as the person she was on Earth because she resembled the appearance of the sun, moon and stars. Had always sat in this little room staring at the clouds during the day, dreaming of past lives. At night she counted the stars, patiently waiting for the one shooting across her small expanse of skies to cast her wishes upon, but this time, day was a blur behind tears and night had fallen without her noticing.


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    Crash Into Me. Excerpt from coming #romance, When Clouds Touch

    Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision. Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants
      
      The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and a puff from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing separate but in the same direction, the angels resume their soothing
         *
    Both women reached the entrance to the Lamaze class at the same time. Neither paying attention to the other, one searching the contents of her purse, the other looking over her shoulder and urging her lagging husband to move faster. The collision of their large pregnant bellies causing a surprising halt to their forward motion.

      “Whoa, Jesus Christ, did you feel that?” The purse digger rubbed her stomach. “I think she tried to jump right into you.”

    “Whew! Yes, I felt it.” The other released a breath. “I thought my heart was going to stop, he jumped so hard. Look how he’s kicking.” She raised her top, exposing her trembling stomach. “He’s been so quiet lately, but he’s definitely awake now, Jaanu.” Turning to her husband, she stepped away from the door.
      “I told you he was fine. Smart fellow,” The father pat his wife’s belly before pulling down her shirt. “already knows his attention should be on the ladies. I will do my best to teach him to respect them."  

      Three weeks later, Paisley lay in her little glass isolate, her face turned to her left and her eyes trying their hardest to focus on the face of the baby staring at her.
      “His name is Malachi.”
    Turning to face the voice whispering into her left ear, Paisley’s mother looked into the face of the mother from the Lamaze class.
      “Oh, hi. So, that’s who he is. That explains it, I’ve been here ten minutes. The nurse has turned her face to the window three times and little Paisley always turns back to watch him. He’s quiet and content only when they're facing each other.”
      “That’s so bizarre. Do you think infatuation starts young?”
      “Sure seems that way.”
      “I didn’t know you would be having your baby here.”
      “I wasn’t supposed to, Paisley was in a rush. Seemed as if nothing was keeping her from coming. We go home tomorrow.”
      “We leave in a couple of hours.”

    And that's how they lived life,continuously rushing past destiny. Accidentally enrolled in the same baby classes,same schools-brushing past, but never really meeting. For years Paisley and Malachi’s paths running parallel, but never crossing. In school she would have the urge to lookup, see him watching her from across the room, hallway,schoolyard and move in his direction...only to have something redirect their steps.

    Until many years later, when fate stepped in as they bumped each while trying to enter the revolving doors of an office building. Her huge red wagasa和傘 falling from her hands and landing at his feet.

    Paisley clutched the material covering her heart
    as Malachi released a rush of air. One of his hands holding her elbow to steady her while the other put the Japanese umbrella back into her hands.

     “You’d swear we’ve been through this before. Feels like dejavu.”

     “I know. I felt it too geeze,” She laughed,head
    down as she lifted her backpack to her shoulder. “I thought my heart was going to stop.” And stopped, she thought it had when she raised eyes and found herself looking up, into the face lowered to her height.

    For years she’d imagined what she would do if she had a chance to meet him face to face and now that she had, all she could do was stand like a love-struck groupie and calmly try to get her heart rate to slow down.


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    Is It Rude to Want to Marry Her? #romance When Clouds Touch

    So, what does a fellow do when the father of the woman he loves, just doesn't have the same feelings for him? The video at the end makes me think of all the trouble Malachi has when trying to convince Paisley's dad about how much he loves the man's daughter.
    An Affair of the Heart

    “Mom, yes I understand what you are saying, that’s why I’m calling you. I’ve only been gone four hours. Everything is fine. I’m perfectly okay with Malachi. Where did you think I would be? Did you get my note?”
     “Note? Note?” Annie’s voice rose an octave on the repeat of the word. A sure sign she had lost all control. “Do you think a few short abrupt sentences explain your action? Do you believe they excuse the way you have left your father and I on the verge of terror? We had no idea where you were or how you had gone. You can’t drive because of your vision. Did you call a taxi?Are you okay? Tell me where you are and we will come and get you.”
     “I’m not coming back there.”
    “Paisley, honey you aren’t planning anything drastic are you? You were so upset last night. Please, I will talk to your father, make him see we want you happy. Have him change his mind about Malachi. Just come home.” “I’m not coming there, Mom. It’s not my home, its the family home. I moved out and the two of you moved me back in. Took away my freedom, my love, and tried to push me back into the role of a naive child. I can’t return to that.”
     “Then what are you going to do?”
     “I’m going to spend the next couple of weeks with Malachi, marry him, and then I’ll return as his wife to confront you and Oto-san.”
     “What? You’re going to-” Annie MuRong yelled to her husband, calling him to the phone relating everything Paisley had said to her. Her voice on the line was immediately replaced by her husband’s angry demanding tirade.
     “Paisley Tenshi MuRong, are you serious? You will marry this man?”
     “Yes, Oto-san. He’s returning our family’s honor. Isn’t that what you were complaining about the other night? It is my destiny to be with him. Today was an impulsive move. No one was there to spy on me and I called him. It is a good thing I did, he was leaving town. One minute longer and I would have missed him. Its as if it were planned in the stars. Believe this, I’ll be alright. When I return, I’ll come there.”

    “So, there is nothing I can say?”
     “Yes, there is. You can give me your blessing.”
     “I will always wish the best for you, Paisley. I want you happy.”
     “Then rest and know that is what I am. See you in a few days.”
     “Before you hangup, let me speak with Mr. Dae.”
     “Oh Oto-san, please don't embar...”
     “Put him on the phone, now.”
     “I hear you, Sir. We’re on speaker.” Malachi’s voice joined the conversation.“So, don’t try to chew my head off.”
     “Mr. Dae, if you were here in front of me, your head would surely be torn off. At this moment, I can only bow defeat, you have won. I see now, this urge to have a relationship was not an infatuation between you and Paisley. I have to accept that. I have to be satisfied with the choice she has made and believe it will be for the best. What I want to know from you, Mr. Dae are your plans? What now?”
      “Now, Sir. I intend to spend the next few days helping your daughter to heal her spirit, to erase the memory of the heartbreak we both felt at our separation.To show her love, mentally, verbally, and of course physically. Before all of that, I intend to marry your daughter. It will be a Gandharva Vivaah, a marriage of love because that’s what your daughter and I have for each other. And then I hope to come home and be embraced in your arms and accepted like the son I intend to be to you and Paisley’s mother. The same dependable, loving son I am to my parents. Hopefully, you won’t grab me around the neck and shake me the way my father does when I do something he disagrees with.”
     “Keep that hope, Mr. Dae. I’ll speak to you on your return.” Mr. MuRong disconnected the call.

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    I Don't Dance~ Excerpt from coming #romance novel When Clouds Touch

    I love this scene from When Clouds Touch. Little acts of cute, endearing moments draw the readers into the story. This one is a dance scene.

    When Clouds Touch is the embodiment of a story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.
    Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family.
    Paisley, a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she yearns for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.

    Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an illusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

    I Don't Dance
    “Paisley,” Malachi, tipping on his cotton encased toes, laughed self consciously. “I feel stupid.”
     “But you’re gorgeous. Oh, Malachi,” She giggled. "If you could see the you I’m seeing, you would love the way your muscles are popping through those tights. You’re doing so much to my senses.”
     “You lie. You just talked me into these tights because I made fun of those ballet dancing guys on that movie. I see you laughing at me behind your hands. I told you I don’t dance, but since I promised I would do this just for you, I’ll get it over.”

     Jumping in the air to try one of the dainty twirls she’d showed him, he slipped on the hard wood floor and landed in a laughing withering ball of pain. He rolled from side to side howling like an injured mutt. Clutching first one knee than the other, issuing them comfort, stopping short when he realized she was filming him with her phone.
     “You wait Paisley, I owe you big time.” Pulling his weight upright to his knees until he was waist height to Paisley, Malachi crawled after her as she backed out of his reach, chasing her around the room while reaching for her phone. “You take me completely out of my element and then you film it. You can believe I’ll never dance for you again.”
    On the end of the second trip around the sofa he over took her and tilted her to the cushion of the couch. Tickling her until he claimed control of the phone.

    This video fits so well.




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