Chapter 11
Laura Has Gone Too Far... With Mark... Who Is Once Again... Stony... Aloof... And Unyielding... With His Red Indian Cree Face...!

Laura Has Gone Too Far... With Mark... Who Is Once Again... Stony... Aloof... And Unyielding... With His Red Indian Cree Face...!

When Laura saw... that she had really hurt him... she felt sorry... and tried to let him know... somehow... without directly saying so... that she really did not want to leave him... that her marriage... was very sacred to her... for after all... it was her Heavenly Father... Who Had Told her... that he was her husband... even though he happened to be married to someone else... at the time... whom he only saw for a weekend... every ten years...!

But alas... Mark... once again... had become unreachable... having put up the stony... Red Indian Cree wall... side of him... of defensive protection... inherited from his Cree mother... by putting the confounded black sunglasses... back on... shutting her out... once again...!

He decided to go and get drunk... and abruptly left her... saying that he was going to check them out... leaving Laura sitting... on the couch... for the longest time... now in a fearful daze... and with her heart pounding... knowing... deep inside her... that she had displeased her Heavenly Father... with her nafsu arrogance...

Then... suddenly noticing... that it was getting dark outside... she got up... and quickly packed her belongings... into her two suitcases...

Then she sat back down... on the couch... and bowing her head... and quietening herself... asked very sincerely... for God... to please Tell her... where Mark... her husband... was...

And suddenly finding herself... in a State of Latihan... her legs Were Made To Stand Up... and Picking up her suitcases... as she Was Made to Walk... out of the motel... down the street... of Bridgetown... and into a doorway... which led up a steep flight of narrow stairs...

And when she reached the top... she saw Mark... the only customer... at the bar... at the far end... of the long room... and resolutely walked towards him... silently Thanking God... for Having Led her there... straight to her husband...

But when Mark saw her... he became annoyed... because he was clearly enjoying... crying into his beer... resenting her intrusion... on his indulgence... of wallowing in self-pity...

Gently leading him... to a secluded table... in the corner of the room... she tried... once again... to earnestly talk to him... her pride... not quite willing... to go to the extent... of begging him... to take her back...

But then... realizing that he had... once again... hardened his Indian heart... against her... just like the time... when... thinking he had made a fool of himself... over her... at a house-warming party... of their friends... right next door... he had turned to stone...

Even though she desperately needed his support... at the time... having fallen... and twisted her arm... the very next day... which had to be encased... in a cast... for three months... and again... in a different position... for another three months...

And during all those long... painful six months... he had been totally indifferent towards her... eating all his meals... on the base... and only coming home to sleep... and barely talking to her...!

Finally realizing... that she could not get through to him... she told him... that she hoped... that he would find true happiness... with another woman... some day... and sadly left... for the airport...

With one last vestige of hope... and praying to God... that He Would Make Mark... come to her... she waited... until the very last plane... left for Antigua... late at night... but to no avail...

...read more in Chapter 12

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