An Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness: Mahatma Ghanid Of The Internet Ministry Of The God Particle From Abba Krishna Tells Of A Moment Of Carnal Weakness In Boracay That Leads To Bitter Recrimination But Is Overwhelmed By True Love To Forge A Stronger Bond Through Reconciliation.
This Is A Depiction Of A Real Slice Of Life. Names Were Assumed To Protect Reputations.
Several holidays strung together allowed a rare weeklong respite for the harried young Congressman from down South to devote to his equally busy wife, Ana and only child, beloved daughter Natalia, who was five years old. His obsessive work ethic to ascend to political heights and the frenetic pace he kept took a toll on the quality time spent at home. He lost no time to grab this opportunity to make up for lost ground in his personal life and make amends to his neglected but adored family.
Luckily, his successful and much in demand print ad model wife who recently launched a promising fashion design line was afforded the same time off. Both felt guilty about their chosen career paths, which drew them apart and proved detrimental to the proper upbringing of little Natalia who spent more time with her nanny. AG and Ana vowed to capture the hiatus from the mad race for upward mobility and devote it purely for bonding, renewal, and rekindling of affection and harmony especially for the benefit of the baby of the family, Natalia. What’s more, it was a chance for them to catch up with the romance as a couple which got sidelined in the hectic rush of ambitions.
They got packing spiritedly for the dream vacation in the paradise isle called Boracay, which is reputedly one of the finest white sand beaches in the world. Not surprisingly, the respected upcoming Young Turk who wielded a crucial swing vote in caucuses found a flood of attractive offers for accommodations from lobbyists and allies who wanted to curry favor. Ag and Ana delightedly settled for an airy and bright private cottage at the very edge of the fabled one-kilometer expanse of white beach near Boat Station One. One hop from the wrap around verandah via the three-tiered bamboo steps brought you to a standstill warp on the beach far from the pressures of the reality you left at the airport.
The seclusion of the cottage from the festive atmosphere of the tropical village architecture of the beachfront playground was most ideal for a loving interlude of a second honeymoon. There was quietude when you wanted it with instant merrymaking only a few steps backwards into the camp zone if you felt the tug of the social whirl or the nightlife. Insulation from revelry, which was a trademark of the milieu they put in the backburner and the detachment to focus unconditionally on giving parental attention to Natalia came hand in hand with the corner of heaven they found amidst a resplendent pristine white powder beach haven called Boracay Island.
Four of them jumped excitedly aboard a twin-engine propeller driven airliner, which flew them in a magic carpet ride underneath the cloudy puffs of a borderless blue sky that appeared as a dome. Diane the nanny who got hired as a replacement half a year back rounded up the happy quartet. Ag and Ann wanted Natalia all to themselves in an undivided way. The nanny tagged along as an all around utility aide to backstop the pair of inseparable romantically inclined lovers in case they needed time to be alone without Natalia being the odd spoilsport.
Sailing on the quick ferry to the landing touched off the exuberant grand vacation. Natalia brought them laughter as Ag and Ana empathized roundly with her slapstick antics as she delighted at the joyful visions of King Neptune’s seaside kingdom. Diane laughingly chortled that Natalia ran out of fingers to point out the bewitching sights and cajoled the child to mimic her as she stuck out her tongue cloyingly and panned it all around to linger teasingly at Ag who laughed and clapped distractedly. He turned to pull Ann from her reverie and pointed to the pair on the bow who wagged their pretty pink floppers impishly at them.
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