A Couple Chasing A Floating Planet In Vinciamopol by Werley Nortreus - HTML preview

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Fleurlanda Saw Floating Planet

 

As another week began, I felt the urge to see Fleurlanda again, so I called her to arrange a meeting.

Well, that day happened to be a Wednesday, marking our third date together.

It was not just our third date; it was also a significant day for her, as she experienced seeing the floating Planet for the first time through the Goggle.

It felt as if fate had a hand in our meeting, given the precious shared interests we shared together.

On Wednesday morning, both of us were free.

I suggested we meet again on the same bridge—the iconic bridge in town that my late uncle cherished during his leisure time.

I arrived early and took a moment to admire the stunning view of the town, with cruises gliding across the sea and numerous people enjoying the summer Atmosphere.

After a few minutes of solitude on the bridge, I heard someone call my name from behind.

“Hi, Kenley!” Fleurlanda greeted me.

Turning around, I was delighted to see her.

“Fleurlanda? Welcome back!” I exclaimed.

“I'm so happy to see you again!” I added, noticing her bright smile.

“I'm happy to see you too!” She responded.

“You look really lovely!” She complimented me.

“Thank you.”

“You look beautiful as well!” I replied.

“Thanks.” She spoke.

“Wow! It seems like today is another gorgeous day,” she remarked.

“Absolutely! God is wonderful!” I agreed.

At that moment, we stood together, conversing and looking at the lovely surroundings.

“Oh! Cruises on the sea?” She pointed it out.

“Did you see that?” She asked.

“Of course!” I replied.

“I can see why you enjoy coming here; it's fascinating to watch!” She noted.

This season, another fact I can boast about is that the famous bridge was somewhat encircled by a breathtaking fall foliage.

“Yes! Our town is truly beautiful!” I affirmed.

“It's no surprise that so many tourists and visitors come here,” I added, gesturing to the crowd by the sea and on the bridge.

“No doubt about it!” She agreed.

“Do you like flowers?” I then asked her.

“Yes, definitely!” She replied with a smile.

“Awesome! I brought you one!” I said, pulling a Rose from my backpack and handing it to her.

“Oh my God! Thank you very much!”

“This is so sweet, and you are truly romantic!” She answered me and kissed me on the side of the face.

“You are welcome!”

“And I think I am so into you, seriously!” I told her.

“Really!” She wondered.

“And what are you going to do about it?” She then asked me.

“Are you single or you already have somebody?” I suggested it to her.

“I'm single!”

“Why?” She answered and laughed.

“Oh, really! This is good news!”

“It's one of the best opportunities God will give me if I am your boyfriend,” I told her.

“Really?”

“Describe the opportunity?” She suggested it to me, and she really meant it.

“This will be an opportunity to make God proud of me!” I answered.

“How will this make God proud?” She asked me again.

I provided her with a precise response—a reply that resonated deeply with her.

I replied, “I simply want to be the man who demonstrates to God that black women can have trust black men,” “Neglected blessings tend to flee, and I would despise for that to occur.”

“You really touch me with this one!” She told me, all laughing.

“I like you too, but I'll think about it!” She confessed.

“Oh, seriously!”

“I can't wait for that answer,” I replied while she was also laughing.

An hour later, it was 11 AM, and while we strolled across the bridge, I inquired if she was feeling hungry.

“Would you like to grab a bite?” I proposed.

“No, thank you,” she responded.

“I'm fine,” she added.

“Are you sure?” I pressed.

“Yes, I am sure!” She affirmed.

Nevertheless, I accompanied her to a bakery shop located near the bridge on the opposite side.

“Look at what you're doing,” she remarked.

“It’s okay.” I told her.

“Why are you here with me?” She questioned.

“Just relax! Let's enjoy ourselves since we don't know how much time we have left,” I replied.

We entered the shop and purchased some Bread, Cheese, and Carrot Juice.

“Do you like Bread and Cheese?” I suggested that to her.

“Yes!” She confirmed. “What about drinks?” I inquired about her juice preference.

“Sure! But I prefer Orange or Carrot,” she answered.

“Understood!” I replied.

Shortly after we completed our shopping, instead of eating or drinking inside the shop, we chose to sit on a bench on the bridge to enjoy our food and drinks.

“This bench is perfect for both of us,” I said as we arrived at a bench on the bridge.

“Okay, fine.”

“Let's sit then,” she replied.

We sat down, ate, and drank. Briefly, I asked her, “What do you want to do when you grow up older?”

She replied, “I would like to become a Nurse to care for the sick.”

“That's wonderful!” I exclaimed.

“Why?” I asked her about her decision.

“I also want to be an advocate to teach people how to stay healthy by eating well,” she explained.

“That's admirable! You have a pure and good heart, just like mine!” I told her.

“Thank you!”

“Our world needs good people like us, but people miserably take us for granted, sadly!” She replied with a smile.

As time passed and it neared 12 PM, we were almost finished with our meal.

After we were done, I glanced up at the Sky and noticed an invisible Object moving past a Cloud, clearing it.

Suddenly, I stood up, telling her, “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

She replied, “Going home, I suppose.”

I suggested, “No! Get up!”, “Come over here because there's something I want you to see!”

She asked, “Really?”, “What is it?” As I held her hand and walked towards the fence, I took out the Goggle from my backpack for her to wear.

She seemed puzzled and asked, “What is that?”, “Is that a Goggle?”

I replied, “Keep it down! Just put it on!”

Without a moment's delay, she donned the Goggle.

She immediately called out my name, “ Kenley?”

“Oh my God! What is that?” She cried out.

I responded, “What?”

She exclaimed, “What is that?”, “Oh my God! A floating Planet!”

I confirmed, “That's correct!”, “Can you describe the Planet that you see?”

She replied, “What I'm seeing is a vibrant Ball drifting through the Sky.”, “Wow! This is amazing!”

I then asked her, “Do you believe me now?”

“Yes, absolutely!” She replied.

The instant she dashed off to chase the Planet soaring through the Sky at a rapid pace, I had already sprinted to grasp her hand, hoping to persuade her to reconsider her decision to pursue the Planet.

I told her, “Stop! Can you halt your pursuit of the Planet?”

“What I'm experiencing is incredibly fascinating; it compels me to follow it!” She replied.

“Where does this Planet lead?” She inquired.

“I understand how captivating it is, but now isn't the right moment to chase after it!” I responded. “I have no idea where this Planet goes, but this is one answer I also want to find out as well,” I added.

“Could you take off the Goggle now?” I proposed.

“Of course!” She consented, removed the Goggle, and handed it to me.

“Thank you!”

“Are you satisfied now?” I asked her.

“Yes!” She confirmed.

“Wow! I guess you was right the whole time.” She also told me.

Then, as we continued our conversation, it was already afternoon, and the taxi arrived to take her home.

“The taxi is here now!” She announced.

“I could give you a ride on my motorcycle,” I offered it to her.

“Thank you, but it's too late now! Perhaps another time,” she replied and smiled.

Shortly after, she kissed me on the lips, got into the taxi, and departed.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, expressing my joy.

Getting a kiss on the lips from a woman you want as a girlfriend is certainly positive news, but being pursued by Security Guards for the highly specialized Goggle is negative news.

I Was Chased By Guards

 

When I said being chased by Security Guards for the highly specialized Goggle is truly unfortunate news, I genuinely mean it.

After Fleurlanda left, I returned to the bridge to spend some more time there.

I spent some time there before I went home.

Eventually, I decided to head home in the middle of the day.

It was around mid-afternoon.

“Okay, I want to go home right now?” I remarked.

I exited the bridge to retrieve my motorcycle, which was parked along the Urban street.

However, something unexpected occurred.

What happened?

As soon as I got on the motorcycle, I started it, and I noticed four men in security uniforms approaching me.

These four men were dressed identically to the same Security Guards at the museum and those who had visited my home as well.

As I started the motorcycle, I heard one of them say loudly, “There he is!”, “Get him! Let's get him!”

Knowing I had no issues with anyone, I suspected they were after the Goggle.

Indeed, I had every reason to think so.

What else could they want?

But guess what?

I wasn't about to let them take something that belonged to me— something my uncle had left for me.

“Oh! No!” I exclaimed.

Without hesitation, I took off quickly.

I thought I had managed to escape, but they quickly hopped on their vans to pursue me.

At a traffic light ahead, I spotted four vans closing in on me in my rearview mirror.

I thought to myself, “Come on, not again!”, “Not those same Security Guards again!”

Fortunately, the light turned green, and I sped up.

I did everything I could to lose them, even taking multiple detours.

I sped past a street market; they were still chasing after me despite that.

I even navigated through a narrow road, even though all of that, they found other ways to pass vehicles to overtake me.

Ah! It was time to demonstrate my motorcycle skills.

Naturally, I gave it my all and successfully lost them on the road when they assumed I was going straight, but I veered onto the highway instead.

“Got them!”

“Finally, it seems I've lost them!” I declared.

Indeed, I nearly spent an hour speeding on my motorcycle until I finally evaded the Security

Guards.

“Boss? It appears we've lost him,” one of the Guards informed his Boss.

“I can't see him on the road.” Another Guard said.

“But how is this even possible?” The Boss replied.

“I need that young man; he has the Goggle!” The museum Boss responded over the phone.

“Yes! We'll locate him as well!”

“Unfortunately, he's nowhere to be found!” Another Guard from a different van reported to the Boss. “We've got to found him!”

“We've got to found him now!” The Boss exclaimed angrily.

“Alright, Boss!”

“Please calm down!” Some of the Guards replied.

As the Guards conversed with their Boss and kept searching for me on the road, I was already heading home.

It was nearly evening by the time I arrived home.

Once I got home, I was drenched in sweat and completely worn out, so I scanned the area thoroughly to ensure there were no Security Guards around before stepping inside the house.

A Call From Mr. Jack

Oops!

The house phone was ringing.

But who was calling?

“Hello?” My mother, who was nearby, answered.

“Hello?”

“I'm Mr. Jack! May I speak with Kenley, please?” Mr. Jack said.

But who exactly was Mr. Jack?

Well, he was the Boss of the museum.

“Okay, Mr. Jack!”

“Why do you need to speak with him?”

“Is there something wrong with him?” My mother inquired.

“I am the Boss of a museum looking to offer him a job,” he replied.

“Is he available right now?” He asked again.

“Wait a moment!” She told him. The situation was that I had just returned home after evading some Security Guards from the museum who were pursuing me.

It was early evening, and I was in my room wearing the Goggle and exploring in Goggle mode.

“View that out! This is amazing!”

“It feels as if everything in the room is in 3D mode,” I remarked while observing every part of the room.

My little sister came in and informed me that I had a call.

“Kenley? It seems someone is trying to reach you, bro,” she said after opening the door.

“I’m coming! Thank you!” I replied.

When I made it downstairs, my mother asked if I knew someone named Mr. Jack.

“Hun? There’s a Mr. Jack on the line who wants to speak with you,” she said.

“Okay, mother,” I responded.

“Do you know a Mr. Jack?” She asked me.

“Who? Mr. Jack, who?”

“I have no clue who that is, but I’ll talk to him,” I replied.

My mother handed me the phone, and I answered, “Hello? Kenley speaking!”, “How can I assist you?”

Mr. Jack, the museum's Boss, replied, “Hello Kenley! Are you alright?”

I said, “I’m fine, and you?”

He responded, “I’m good! Do you know who you’re speaking with?”

I asked him, “Who are you, anyway?”, “And why are you calling?”

He replied, “My name is Mr. Jack, and I am the Owner and Boss of the museum.”, “Listen, kid! I know you have the Goggle!”, “Can we meet?”, “I also know a lot about your uncle.”

I asked him, “Really? But what’s the goal of this meeting?”

He answered, “I have a lot to discuss with you.”, “Please come to the museum and meet me in my office.”

“When?” I suggested it.

He replied, “Tomorrow, okay?”

Then I heard the phone disconnect.

I said, “Hello?” and asked, “Are you there?”

But there was no response, so I placed the phone back to its place and went back to my room.

I Met Mr. Jack

 

After receiving a call from Mr. Jack on Wednesday night, I visited the Vinciamopol Public Museum the next day to meet him.

Honestly, I was dressed quite elegantly on that very stressful Thursday morning.

I donned elegant long trousers, a long shirt, and a tie that matched the classical style I wore when I met Fleurlanda—I consistently opted for a classic look, keeping life uncomplicated.

I rode my motorcycle, carrying my backpack with my Goggle inside.

I arrived at the museum at 10 AM and requested to see Mr. Jack. In the hall, I approached a Staff Member at the front desk and greeted her, “Good morning! Can I meet Mr. Jack?”

The Staff Member asked, “What is your name, and do you have an appointment with him?”

I replied, “Yes! I received a call from him inviting me to meet him here this morning.”

The Staff Member responded, “Hold on a moment! I need to request for more information to verify if he knows you.”, “Can I see your I.D?”

I said, “Yes! Of course!”, “Here’s my I.D!” and handed her my license.

“Thank you!” She said as she verified my identity and called Mr. Jack.

“Hello, Mr. Jack! Do you have an appointment with a young man named Kenley?” She asked him.

Mr. Jack replied, “Yes, please! Bring him to my office immediately!”

The Staff Member informed him, “Alright, sir! He’s coming to your office right away!”

Mr. Jack responded, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, sir!” The Staff Member replied.

Briefly, she told me, “Mr. Kenley! Please follow me to Mr. Jack's office!” and returned my I.D.

I thanked her, saying, “Thank you very much! I truly appreciate it!” The Staff Member replied, “You’re welcome! This way, please!”

I followed her as we walked through the hallway and took the elevator to the third floor where Mr. Jack's office was located.

Upon reaching the third floor, we passed through another hall and gallery before arriving at Mr. Jack's office.

The Staff knocked, and Mr. Jack opened the door, saying, “Welcome!”

The Staff Member told me, “You can come in and have a seat.”

I entered the office, and Mr. Jack, seated at his desk, said, “Hey, Kenley! Come take a seat!”, “Just relax, man, you’ll be okay!”

I responded, “Thank you, sir!”

After I took a seat in front of him, he inquired, “The Goggle! Where is it?”, “Did you bring it along?”

I replied, “Yes! I brought it with me; it's in my backpack!”

He responded, “You know what? I believe you and your uncle have much in common; he was a Genius!”

The Goggle Taken From Me

 

When Mr. Jack mentioned my uncle, I initially thought he was being audacious, but I soon realized he likely knew him— perhaps even met him—since my uncle was a well-known Inventor and Scientist in our town.

Thursday morning, I met him at his office.

“You knew my uncle?” I inquired and intrigued.

“Absolutely! The Genius Dr. Nortreus invented and created numerous remarkable things,” he replied.

“Why do you think the Goggle is important to me just like it is to you?” He continued.

“What do you know about the Goggle?” I asked him.

“Well, since the Goggle was developed by a brilliant man like your uncle, I chose to purchase it from someone who claimed to be your uncle's wife's brother,” he explained.

“Are you sure that's all the Goggle can do?” I chuckled.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked.

“Do you know something I’m unaware of?” He pressed.

“No, I don’t know anything,” I responded.

“The Goggle! Hand it over right now!” He insisted.

“No!” I replied.

“What did you say to me?” He questioned.

“The Goggle is mine!” I asserted.

“Do you have any proof that it belongs to you?” He asked.

“I still have the receipt from the purchase,” he informed me. “Mr. Jack, I’m afraid you might have acquired it illegally, sir!” I retorted it.

“Can I see it?”

“I won’t take it!” He requested.

Without hesitation, I retrieved the Goggle from my backpack and displayed it.

He was so eager to take it that he even reached out his hand for me to hand it over, but I firmly said, “No!” again and I was proud.

“What?” He questioned.

“Alright! That’s enough because I am wasting my time here!” He shouted.

“Get out of my office now before I call security!” He warned me angrily.

“Your request is noted! Goodbye Mr. Jack!” I replied, standing up to exit the office.

After leaving, I took the elevator down to exit the building.

No longer in his office, he shouted angrily, “What a funny young man!”, “This is quite strange.”, “Let me call security.”

He contacted one of the Security Guards to apprehend me as soon as I exited the museum so they could seize the Goggle.

“He’s coming down now with the Goggle in his backpack!” He instructed the Guard.

“Get it from him outside!” He commanded him.

“We’ve got you, sir!” The Guard responded over the phone.

A few minutes later, as I was about to exit the museum and walking down the street to retrieve my motorbike, I was surrounded by around 6 Security Guards. One of them grabbed the Goggle from my backpack while the others restrained me.

“The Goggle! Where is it?” One of the Guards demanded.

“Give it back!” I protested.

“The Goggle is mine! Stop it!” I shouted back.

Unfortunately, despite my attempts to break free, they succeeded in taking the Goggle and left me lying on the ground.

Then, right at this moment, when I looked at my watch, I saw it was almost 12 PM.

Unfortunately, I went home heartbroken because something valuable to me was taken away from me.