Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Last Togetherness

Morning with a million flavors. A circular diamond ring on my finger, replacing the wedding ring that was somewhere out there. Perhaps the ring had been taken away and kept back by James. There's no way he's throwing it away. I'm pretty sure he keeps those wedding memories to himself, just like he kept his love for me, he'll keep the ring as a memory.

This morning, I didn't know what to do when I woke up and opened my eyes. Should I smile happily or feel sad? Is this my best morning or my worst morning yet? My heart is relieved on the one hand, I will part with James and make him return to his family, but I also feel lost. Then, on the other hand, I was relieved that I was going back to the place where I was supposed to be, on the side of Bang Jack - - with, or without love. I don't know. As much as I don't know if I deserve to be with him? Have I kept my loyalty until this very moment, or have I betrayed through the night with James, with his love? I don't know. And I don't know either, there's this misunderstanding in me, I don't regret my time with James last night - I mean, I don't regret it for James, but for Bang Jack, I regretted it because it was as if I had betrayed him. Although I confirmed my position, I was still James Harding's wife until this morning, I did not betray Bang Jack for this matter. But still, there is guilt.

Never mind, everything has happened. Life must go back to its original state, back to its own place. What is different now are just a few things that cannot be changed in reality, first about the new status that I will soon see: as the ex-wife-the widow of James Harding, and secondly, the wife of James Harding, about her love - the love she said would continue to be there for me.

Yeah, this morning, after a few minutes late with all sorts of thoughts raging in my mind as I looked at the handsome face of the man who was still my husband, a speck of peace slipped into the tribe. James woke up, a smile rising on his face for a moment. Last night, before sleeping in a peaceful sleep, I had asked him to wake up happy, or at least without sadness. There's no turning back, is there? I don't want him back to being the old James. And he promised that too. Really, as long as I was his wife and slept in bed with him, only this time I saw that face smiling loosely, though maybe not completely. I know that his need to let go of me remains a burden that still covers his heart.

"Good morning." She smiled as she stroked my face.

I smiled, and greeted him back.

"You're still my wife for the next few minutes. Can I kiss you?"

I nodded, I closed my eyes and let her kiss me - not with lust, but with all my feelings.

"I love you" he whispered in the ear.

Oh my....

"I can't say anything. But I hope you know what I want to say if I can say it. But.. I can say this, now, even if only at the end of time, I am happy because I was once your wife."

James was smiling. "Be my wife in the next life. I propose to you, if you accept, then we'll remarry in the next life."

"The sweet man." I smiled, I showed him my ringed finger. "Thank you for the ring. I accept your proposal, and will be your bride again in the next life." Just be happy, James. Just so you're happy.

Springy. James smiled again and kissed me warmly.

May you always be happy after this farewell. I will always pray for the best for you.

Yeah, that sweet moment in the glass room has to end. It's time it's over. The farewell wound again covered James' face. Sighing deeply, he got up, got out of bed and took out a map on a small table by the side of the bed. Divorce papers. He signed it.

"Read and sign this," he said. "I'll keep my promise to let you go."

But I closed the map again. "I'll sign it later" I said. "Now please get me my dress. I want to go to the kitchen and cook something for you, still as your wife. Can you?"

"Oh, I hope you'll change your mind."

"James.." -...."

"Just kidding, honey."

She took my dress and I put it on. Not a wedding dress, just a regular dress. "By the way, I take a shower first. You can wait, right?"

"certain. Maybe the longer it's gonna be the better."

Hmm. His wounds that speak like that, are also his hope. Other than a smile, I have no answer to that.

After finishing the bath and getting a little dressed, I rushed to the kitchen and made breakfast for her. Our last breakfast as a couple.

Oh my God, people are right. The last moments before divorce, those are the toughest times for us.

"Fried rice is my wife's cooking" James said with a forced smile. "Thank you."

I shook my head while trying to hold back tears. "Come on, don't make this harder for both of us. I am not dead, nor are you dead. We're just not together. That'sthat's all. Right, right, My James?"

"You said don't make this situation any harder. But you made me want to cry."

Ii'm sorry.

"Eat with me, huh? Please...?"

I'm nodding. "yeah. Sure." Sure."

"I'm a bribe?"

"Em."

"Thank you for the opportunity."

"Yes, My James."

I took the bribe, and the real good fried rice now tasted like grains of sand, hard to swallow.

"My James?"

"Emm?"

"I.. May I ask you a few things?"

"certain."

"May I see a picture of your wife?"

"I don't keep his picture on my phone."

"On laptop? Or in this house? The albums?"

"Nothing."

"okay." I'm throats. "Whose name?"

"It's not important for you to know."

"Oh, okay."

"Emm...."

"Ask me."

"How do you know who I am?"

"Through detectives, also from loyal spies working for me."

"You really know everything. I have to admit you're great."

James was smiling. He enjoyed his breakfast relaxed and comfortable. Until I finally asked where the real Rose Peterson was, James was silent.

"I don't know about that."

"You never found out about that? If ever, maybe you have important information?"

"No. Not at all. Okay well? Now, can't you talk about this? Neither me nor Jack have decided to get involved in any business. So don't talk about anything related to Jack. Okay well? I'm jealous."

Nnnnope. There was no fire of jealousy in his eyes. I don't see any jealousy. After all, I'm not talking about Bang Jack, but about Rose Peterson being kidnapped by the late Mr. Johnson. I'm sure James just avoided this discussion. What possible...? No, Emilia. Don't think strangely.

"Eat again? Open mouth?"

Yeah, breakfast continues. Like the soul of my kepo that also continues.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk about Bang Jack. But.. I wonder, when you asked her not to approach Rose Emerson, did she know who you were? I mean, does she know who contacted her?"

James shakes. "No," he said. "The enemy doesn't need to know who you are, because that will hinder your plans later on. Never take your mask off in front of the enemy. You gotit?"

I nodded in understanding.

"I learned from my father's way. He never showed me his mask, so that, apart from me, no one knew he had killed his father Jack. Even so she shrewdly hid her mask, I just found out that she was also the one who had wiped my mother's life. He told me the reason why he killed Jack's father, because Jack's father killed my mother. He fooled me for years."

Oh my, what a pity.

"My James?"

"Emm? What else?"

"I've heard you call someone. You call him darling. Is that your wife?"

James nodded.

"That means you love him, right?"

"He asked me to call him darling."

"Eh? Oh my goodness, this is you. So-so-"

"The reality is so, dear. Seriously."

I frowned, but for the rest of my time, I had to try to persuade James to love his wife. At least, he must share his great love for me for his wife as well. "My James, after this you want to try.... for...?"

"Please...?"

"For me? For your kids?"

"Rose... Emilia... My dear... Don't talk about this, please? You should know when you should stop thinking about others."

Okay. Stop. I put a sweet look in front of him and I smiled. "Sorry, huh? I'm sorry, My James? Yea?"

"Em."

"If I want to see a picture of the twins, may I?"

"OKAY. If it can."

Ah, thank goodness. The annoyed look on his face had already disappeared. James showed me a picture of the two babies. Beautiful, funny and adorable baby. But something caught my attention from the two babies, they had a birthmark in the middle of the ridge of his left hand, and there were three moles on the left side of that birthmark.

Like Rose Peterson's birthmark, is it possible...? Nnnnope. Nnnnope. Jagan's thinking, Emilia. It's only in your mind. Please forget about that. Forgetit.

Well, James not only showed them pictures of his two children, but also pictures of himself with them. James was so happy in the picture. The two nine-month-old babies were perfectly fit in the arms of the father. Yep, I think James really fits into being a father.

"Father is the best" I said.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"It would be more perfect if you were his mother."

Hmm.. have her pinched. He made me glare because of the slumber.

"Maybe one day."

"My James's...."

"Just kidding."

"That's not a good joke material, you know!"

James smiled, a smile that made my heart so happy, at the end of time.

Unfortunately, this happens at the end of time. In our last togetherness....