THE FORGOTTEN LOVE On The Train
My name is Blue Train

Mary and Train entered the Church's vast courtyard, some tidying up plants, mowing lawns, sweeping away fallen leaves in season. Train's eyes shone brightly when he saw a shiny black car parked there.

"Wow! That's mary.. That's.. Ford Mustang Shelby, El Eleonor!" pekik Train paddled his bike quickly and Maria ran around small following him.

"Ckk, you know what?" ask Mary while running.

"The si! The GT 500 was nicknamed El Eleonor. Only three had El Eleonor. Vladimir Putin, British Royal Family and King Carlos before Felipe. There's no way those three people are here, except the Ford owner himself. I'll be there to see it!" The train was paddling faster and the bike was speeding faster.

"Ofinein!" Maria's screams because Train left her.

"Un momento (a little while), Maria!" Train retaliates screech.

"Isshh, this boy!" and with all her might Mary pursued Train.

Train pressed the brake lever on the handlebar of his bike and then let his bike fall just like that. He ran towards the car. Train sat down and watched the car, waiting for Maria to run closer and closer to him.

"Maria mirar (see) ! These lights are so cool. And his wheels, this was still genuine, it seemed like it was finished on the pole" Train held onto the wheels of the car in a gasp, he continued to chirp with admiration because of the rare car.

"Don't know who told you" Maria asked with a gasp, holding her knee by adjusting her breath as she had just chased Train.

"Damians! While in Madrid the car mustang for the photos of the models, Maria" Train surrounded the car and occasionally looked down at inch by inch.

"Train, Damian's good. Why can't you accept him as your Daddy?" maria asked as she grabbed Train's bike to stand up straight.

"Uhhh! Maria I've said many times, Damian is inappropriate! Uhss, Vamos we're going to church!" train said with ketus. Train is always upset when he is asked everything about Damian when he is excited by what he sees. Maria smiled in a knot, and Train went back to pedaling his bike.

They also walked down the street to the terrace of the Church which has many doors in all directions. Train parked his bike under a tree and Maria took Train's hand through a step ladder from the rocks. Train jumps when passing through it.

The Cathedral is a pseudo-basilica, vaulted over five aisles, the two of which on the outside are divided into chapels. The eastern end is a chevet (a section of the building that curves inward and is half-rounded in shape enclosed by a semi-dome or half-round dome). There are nine shimmering chapels connected by an elevated Altar of grandeur, and allow a clear view of the cathedral's crypt.

The cathedral is dedicated to Eulalia of Barcelona, the patron saint of Barcelona, a young virgin who, according to Catholic tradition, died a martyr in Roman times in the city. A story says that she was stripped naked in a public square and the stunning snowfall in mid-spring covered her nudity. The angry Romans put him in a barrel with a knife stuck in it and rolled him down a street (according to tradition, now called Baixada de Santa Eulia). The body of Saint Eulalia was buried in the cathedral crypt.

After passing through a pond with some geese there, Maria and Train entered a Chapel adjacent to the pond, from the very large window Train saw Father Gilberto feeding the goose and Train developing his smile.

"Pastor Gilberto!" pekik Train brushed aside Mary's hand and ran towards Father Gilberto with his arms outstretched. Maria threw her smile at Father Gilberto and followed Train.

"Train? You coming?" Father Gilberto put down a feed container for the goose, then spread out his hands crouched to greet Train. They hugged and Father Gilberto kissed Train on the forehead.

Mary greeted and kissed Father Gilberto's hand and said goodbye, "Pastor Gilberto, I will help prepare the Mass and you Train. Wait for me in my usual place" he said after speaking both ways.

"The Mary! I'll be there in a minute" replied Train.

"He will be with me" said Father Gilbertio, and Mary passed from before them.

"Pastor Gilberto? Are you well? How are you?" tanya Train, made Father Gilberto stop the movement of his hand, which would again take the goose feed container that was on a small table near the window.

Father Gilberto warmly stroked Train's hair and answered his question, "Sweet once-My news is of course good. And I'm very healthy. Let me guess, is there an eighth letter?"

"Yeahy! Pastor's right! This was the eighth-letter Train cheered for a moment because Father Gilberto's guess was correct, he then took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Father Gilberto - But this is my last letter" and Train's face changed instantly.

"Why is that?" the pastor asked with his head tilted.

"It seems like God just read it. Or maybe ignore all my letters. God, don't love me. Maybe there's something more God loves and it's not me. My dad, he'll never show up"

Father Gilberto grabbed Train's hand and took him to sit by the window, watching the goose swimming around the pond.

Father Gilberto smiled again, and grabbed the feed container he had previously placed and returned to feed the goose, "Did you lose your faith? Didn't I ask you to believe"

"The first snow is coming down soon, Pastor. But the magic is not there, soon I'm 8 years old. There will be no miracles. Or it's true Mommy said. God is not there" Train scooped up the feed and was thrown madly into the pool.

"Sstt-Come here" Father Gilberto slapped Train's dirty hand for goose feed and grabbed Train's body and hugged him.

"Did you know? The miracle will come even at the last second. You must not lose your Faith, Belief and Hope in God. You have to rely on him, Train. The magic is always there. Even you yourself are a Miracle" Father Gilberto said softly.

"Me?" Train turned to Gilberto and looked fixedly. He scrunched his eyebrows and rubbed his nose.

With great pleasure, Gilberto stroked Train's hair with tenderness, then gave Train an understanding, "You're a Miracle for your family. Miracles will come and always be. All good things are miracles. Only humans never realize it. Even your letter is a Miracle"

"What if my Daddy never came - Train turned his face towards the pool and looked at the swan swimming down there, a little goose flanked by two big geese - just goose with his Dad and Mom. But I'm not as lucky as that goose" Train pointed at the goose.

Father Gilberto is a place to vent the contents of his heart that he sometimes keeps himself. Since the gift came, Train never offended his Daddy in front of Leyka and the Fernandez family, Train would only vent his heart to Father Gilberto whom Train thought Gilberto was very close to God.

"Never doubt Train. Never doubt a bit. Miracles will come, for your good. You'll be like that little goose, on condition that you don't hesitate. You must believe it without a doubt" Train was very calm and relieved to hear Gilberto's words. He came down from Gilberto's lap by jumping, then he clasped the Father's hand and Train kissed him.

"Uhm-Never hesitate. Train can't hesitate! I'll go to where Maria is waiting for me! Pastor, Que tenga un lindo dia (hopefully have a good day)!" she said with sparkling eyes and a fluffy smile. Train bailed later.

"God is always with you, smart boy" Father Gilberto smiled then kissed Train and Train's forehead running around with his heart instantly happy. The train ran towards a room, where the Train was always waiting for Maria.

The room became the center of all people celebrating also religious rituals. The altar is so majestic with stone stairs, and carpeted. And also knickknacks, reliefs installed on the roof of the Church, so magnificent.

Train circulated his gaze, he walked past the seat after seat lined up neatly. Some people are busy cleaning the room, some are arranging candles and fresh flowers in the pot that has been provided. He saw a pair of grandmothers and grandfathers in the distance sitting side by side, where Mary was not far from the couple.

Maria waved her hand and Train replied to her. He stepped towards the Chapel, the prayer hall in the room. The chapel has two doors that can be accessed from inside the altar room and from outside, where the door from the outside is connected to the corridor. The doors and windows are arched, and sprinkled with Victorian-style carvings.

In a large, open window, his steps came to a halt. He saw a man sitting on a chair, which was on the side of the window. The man held a bouquet of white lily flowers and he turned his head upward admiring the towering roof of the church with various ancient paintings. Train looked from top to bottom, the man was wearing a black shirt and suit with his shiny shoes. The watch bears the Ford logo, one of the leading car brands, and is only worn by the Ford family. Train rounded his eyes.

He owns Mustang Ford - el eleonor.. Definitely her.. I'm sure he's. Inner Train.

His curiosity was so great that he sat down beside the man, "That's Saint Michael, he's an angel. It's the same painting that was in the Vatican" Train said, pointing to a painting that the man looked at, Train's tiny voice making the man turn and smile kindly.

"I know too. The cathedral is beautiful" said the man.

"Yes, I pray for my girlfriend. I always stopped by any church to pray for him" Train became more interested in the man's story, his curiosity was so high, and his curiosity made his adrenaline rush.

Meanwhile Valentino was running down the corridor after corridor with his heart piercing pain. His tears broke again after seeing Train's bike parked under a tree.

No matter how many people passed by, Valentino kept running. Along with Jared also Torres so no matter the pain in his left chest increasingly stab him. Until his steps stopped at the tiny sound of Train making his entire body seem frozen.

Slowly, Valentino stepped into Chapel, choosing to enter the Chapel through the outer door. His knees shook listening to Train's chatter, he slid to the floor and leaned his body on the Chapel with the curved walls following the sky of the dome. He could only return to crying with a stifled voice.

Jared and Torres, because of their high curiosity, finally sat down with Valentino. They understand that Valentino is not ready yet, because his goal is Train's letter.

"You must write to God, Uncle. Like me" Train said, making the man smile broadly.

"Letter to God?" the man scrunched his eyebrows.

"They! Like I-I wrote a letter to God and Father Gilberto would give it" Train replied making the man even more interested in the conversation.

"Ha.ha.ha-I wonder what you wrote" said the man. And it makes Valentino also asked, he can only cry with his knees are increasingly limp. His weak hands supported his chest.

"Diev, you have to go to the hospital" whispered Jared and Valentino just put his index finger, in his mouth with tears.

"No, it's not important. It's just my wish - Then what makes your eyes have no lights?" train asked in his tiny voice, Valentino rubbed his tears and nose. He closed his eyes with Train's face filling his head.

"Huh.ha.ha.. Maybe there's no electricity, so I haven't installed it, Ha.ha.. You're so funny!" the man laughed, and Torres smiled, pulling one corner of his lips, as did Jared. While Valentino, his tears flowed so fast.

"You must love your lover very much, Uncle" Train said sliding his body closer.

"Very-but it's a long time ago it may have been 10 years ago" the man said.

"What a long time" said Train shaking his legs. He was curious about the watch with the symbol 'Ford'

"My name is Matthew Ford - the man reached out his hand and Train greeted him with his eyes round - and who are you?"

"Woooww! Matt.. Matthew Ford's! So true. You own Mustang Shelby El Eleonor! I remember you! You're a member of the Ford founding family!" Train got off the chair and welcomed a man named Matthew Ford. The three hiding men looked at each other, with eyes full of probing. Only Valentino has his hair*, because his head feels heavy.

"You remember me?" matthew asked in surprise, Train said recalling it while it was only the first time they had met. Matthew thought hard trying to remember but still deadlocked.

"Si--Have you ever been to Pretoria?" Matthew was getting more enthusiastic and thought hard. Valentino opened his eyes and stopped mere*mmas his head. He wanted to approach Train but abandoned his intentions when Train mentioned the word Pretoria. Heart pounding pounding, his heart up and down with his beat that is no longer irregular.

"Let me have heart medicine.. A kind of Aspilet or Isosorbide dinitrate.. My chest hurts a lot" Valentino whispered to Jared, and with few words, Jared and Torres rushed off. Isosorbide dinitrate is a drug used to prevent and relieve angina (chest pain) due to coronary heart disease that the way it is used, is placed under the tongue. The Gallardiev family is hereditary, most of whom have a history of heart disease. Jared and Torres ran as fast as they could, and he didn't want his friend to have a heart attack.

"Pretoria? Yes, I have been there. But, it's been a long time" Matthew replied increasingly curious.

"Yeahy I expected it! You're the grandson of the founder of Ford that's why you use a Ford Shelby that there are only 3 in the world if it's definitely owned by the founder of Ford itself! You've been to Freedom Park, haven't you?" Train cheered and released his hand which from earlier Mattew's hand never let go. Matthew furrowed his brows.

While Valentino tries to breathe as hard as he can, remembering his quarrel in Pretoria and having Leyka walk away from the Castello De Monte hotel, Valentino is very confident that Leyka will be back, he waited all day at the hotel and Leyka did not show up. Leyka went and stayed at Waterklaaf Apartment.

Quarrels triggered by differences in perspective at a young age, make them always argue. Valentino's colossal outlook leaves Leyka with her youthful turmoil, and her free spirit does not want to leave Barcelona, to follow Valentino to his country, Italy.

Valentino recalled, selfishness that mastered it at that time, the sacrifice that Leyka demanded was already supposed. Valentino should have gone after him, Valentino should have given up his career, should and should have filled Valentino's mind with a myriad of regrets.

That guy's.. Matthew Ford, the man you were with at Freedom Park.. You told Train.. My son is too smart to remember things that are so imprinted in his memory. Train, Daddy can't see you.. Daddy should read your letter. Inner Valentino nelangsa. He could only cry hearing Train's conversation from inside the Chapel adjacent to the Great Altar.

"Do I know you?" Matthew asked again.

"No you don't know me! But I know you through my Mommy story" Train said, making Matthew put the flowers in his hand. He leaned his body with both elbows resting on his knees, Matthew watching Train clingy.

"Ha.ha..ha Mommy? I've never even been in a relationship with any woman, let alone in Spain-you don't confess to me, that your Mommy is in a relationship with me and has a child like you-haa.haa.haaa!" Matthew still chuckled, Train also laughed with familiarity.

"Aahaha.. You're so funny Uncle! My mommy met you in Pretoria! Uhss Name.. Uhm.. The freedom of the slaves!" Train placed his index finger on his temple, remembering the name of the place where Leyka once told him that in Pretoria he met one of the great-grandsons of the Ford founder.

"Isivivani, Freedom Park!" Train exclaimed loudly.

"Isivivani, Freedom Park"

They mentioned Isivivani, Freedom Park simultaneously, with sparkling eyes and they laughed together. Familiarity is intertwined just like that, just because Train saw a Mustang Ford.

"What's your name?" matthew asked Valentino to open his eyes, and he wiped them again and again.

Train then sat down next to Matthew at a closer distance. Then he wiggled his legs back and forth and then answered Matthew's question, "But you're not paparazzi, are you? Because I am a noble. I'm forbidden to tell my identity, to strangers!"

And Matthew just blew his laughter, even though Valentino was getting sliced, his tears could not stop flowing.

"Huh.ha.ha... Alright, lord, I promise! I'm a part shareholder of Ford! Paparazzi work is exhausting and I don't like it. I wonder, who are you? You're so funny" Matthew ruffled Train's hair.

"My name is Blue Train, Mommy used to call me Train-Said Mommy, I made it on the train" Train cheerfully said. Valentino seemed to be thrown again and again to the bottom of the earth. The entire body feels dead, the cold runs through his body with a heartbeat that is increasingly chasing, his heart is ravaged instantly. He cried with his mouth shut.

"Ha..Haa.. Did ya? How old are you, Boy?" Matthew returned, and Valentino took off his coat to immerse his face.

Leykaa's... Leykaa's.. Leykaa's.. Perdonami.. Leykaa's.. I'm so.. Regretting.. Leykaa's.. Forgive me.. Leykaa.. Leykaa's.. I'm guilty of you, Ley.. You deserve to hate me..

The heart and soul of Valentino, can only call Leyka's name and an apology that may be too late. Is late? Love is not the main thing right now. Sorry from Leyka is the Goal.

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Who knows jared and torres who chat ama train 🤭 And who he is 👆🤣 will I say travel in pretoria it will return to barcelona. some say boring because the contents are dyed bae, so pd nguber cepet parting, at that time 🤣 pdal ya stranger kl holiday ya emang contents nyelup ga pake stop, wherever and whenever. kl ga believe, dtg aja to gili trawangan 🤭. it's two buoys in the battle corn burn south africa in the clear sea water, and it scattered there. one of the scenes on the beach in my novel Unstoppable Feelings, inspired additional from there.ngintip bule nganuan trs tomorrow morning red eyes, yes krn sand anyway 🤣🤭

ohh yes. guy above is in Gracias Freedom Park chapter 🤭

REAL LIFE IS SEPARating, between me and you.. Sorry Bosqyu Reader.. I try my best to stay.

I read the revision of this chapter, if there's a typo or whatever.. Maklumin.. Monday I fixed it..

I'm tired of this, because there's an impromptu tahlilan event. Belom help me to get married. Richly I only want coffee dr you guys deh 🤭🤣 (Malak maning).