Now, remember Janelle? That’s right. She is the first of the ladies I befriended - a beautiful soul with equally beautiful hour-glass figure. Let me now get back to her part of this story.
As our very young friendship sails on, Janelle deliberately shared with me her thoughts, the desires of her heart and the picture of life she, still, is wishing to capture. Armed by prayers and a good heaping serving of optimism, Janelle is living with a great big hope that someday, somehow, “ONE TRUE LOVE” would finally bump into her, somewhere. Of course I gasped! Complete with the usual girly exaggeration - two hands over my mouth, eyes popped-out and my voice eight octaves higher than the normal, I exclaimed: ARE YOU NUTS?????!!!
And with that, I mean only, what the hell is going on? What happened to the already picture-perfect family I am looking at for a couple of days or so now? Janelle went on with her miseries at the rear seat of the monster truck, in perfectly-modulated whispers, and before I knew it, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Unbelievable! Janelle is such a bubbly person, I reckon. In split seconds however, here she is crumbling and falling apart. At that moment, I thought I am going to faint. I cannot breathe and I can feel my heart being pinched into pieces.
I was so confused and I suddenly couldn’t get myself together as well. I wanted to comfort her – pass on a box of Kleenex maybe? But my vision turned blurry. I cannot see through the mist. Oh, it wasn’t until I felt my own tears trailed through my face down to my lips that I came to realize how much mist I have made on my sunglasses while I almost caught up on hyperventilation. I must admit, I am a true-blooded emotional freak but as I watch Janelle, I only can see how really unfair life treats us sometimes. She is a genuinely good person. And if only for that, I believe she deserves to be treated nice. For all of Janelle’s life, she has to fight way too many battles. She never met her biological parents. She is physically abused by her adoptive mother. She was passed around to non-blood-relation relatives to be their slave. She was denied education. She was denied her soul. And so when Adam came, she found her perfect getaway vehicle. “Perfect” being the most misunderstood word.
Apart from language barrier which is a huge problem to start, Adam, according to Janelle, was not only looking for his 4th bride, but also a top notch “maid” to come with the package. And Janelle met the qualifications. She didn’t care. True, at that point in her life, she decided to choose security over madness. But who cares? That doesn’t make her less human. She has reasons. She has a hellhole to escape from and so when the chance came by, she clung into it without a hint that she is actually just about to go to yet another hellhole. Adam entertains ex-lovers at their house. With a girl in his lap, he would order Janelle to get them coffee. How so very evil. When she got pregnant, he doubted if the child was his. When she gave hints to leave him, he scared her to death. When he found yet another girl, he attempted to dump her like a dead rat. When she threatened him that she would turn him in to authorities and make stories that he hits her, they hugged, kissed and made up.
They have been together ever since, regardless of what is going on in their respective minds. As for me, it only takes an eye to eye conversation with Janelle for me to understand her ordeal, with our hearts doing the talking to one another.
Now, I will be entirely biased though if I wouldn’t even attempt to lay Adam’s side of the story.
He is a total charmer. The kind of man I now know of him, is someone who is greatly-changed. He is very affectionate to her and totally crazy about her. He makes Janelle laugh (perhaps to compensate the buckets of tears he caused her in the past.) If I shut my brains and just let my eyes gaze upon them, all I see is, again, the same “picture-perfect” frame I saw while we all groove to “Akon’s heart-pumpin’ music” all aboard the monster white truck cruising along the Rockies.
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