Deciperous Moments With Magic Rings

Anyhow, Anywhere

    Just the night before the visit to High St., Lenmark asked Jenny out for dinner, at a Muslim restaurant.
    They were all modest, and some inner ignition of passion did occur, but they immediately put that to rest.
    As a matter of fact, the place had been where they had been to, but they had only been to there, “together”, for the second time.
    The first time was with the Student Union, whereas this time, they enjoyed the Moroccan lamb stew, which had been full of spices and flavour, which satiated their tastebuds.
    They bought some pretzels, on the way back, so that they could reheat them the next morning.
    And Jenny had a strange dream that night.
    In the early moments when she slept, she thought, she met a “dream master”, and the master asked her to find out a person, named the Path-ender, to him. She happily accepted the challenge.
    Firstly, she was put to the Ordeal of 200 Maps.  She browsed through 200 types of maps, trying to locate the Path-ender.
    She might have some clues.
    She then saw a beautiful Angel. At a command, the Angel chanted “Change-Them-All”, and a myriad of colours burst, revealing a very unique pathway for Jenny.
    Jenny sat on a gondola, and the gondola transformed itself to a sampan, and finally she reached a Paradise.
    Over there, she saw a Keeper. She said, half-askingly,
    “Are you the Path-finder?”
    A litany of words ensued in her brain, she somehow had been over with her little dream, and she woke up.
   She had clearly forgotten her reheated pretzels, but she could not reheat them again, for the caramelization had been too obvious.
   Thank you very much, Jenny decided then to lightly-steam them, but Lenmark was already at the doorway.
   Lenmark and Jenny took a bus to High St., and decided to come back later, perhaps, on a private car-hailing service.
   It was a very splendour kind of ambience, that about four people were there, witnessing their purchase of the Spul-sapphire, also dubbed “the Magic Ring”.
   “You’re lucky, they weren’t many left, you know. Did you play the game, My Lady?”
    Jenny then showed the salesperson a proof-of-purchase to the game, as well as a special code to get special discounts.
    Just as they were to buy the Magic Ring, Lenmark used the Ring to propose to Jenny, and they were then, engaged.
    It was, howsoever, Lenmark who tried to convince himself that the cost to be secondary, to Jenny, deep inside his heart.
    They travelled to Wellington, New Zealand, and took a few photos there, to fulfill their wedding collage.
    They sat on a cruise from Wellington to Christchurch, and visited a few people there. Fairly conversant in English, in a familiar way, just as United Kingdom.
    They explored the mountains of South Island, and took a few scenic pictures too, just before heading back to North Island.
    At North Island, where there was a larger number of Maoris, Jenny and Lenmark visited a Maori village, and received a huge honour,  from the Maoris.
    They had also invited some Asian communities there, such as the Macanese people, who seemed to like North Island as well.
    The view at the farm house was stunning as well. The house owner was happy to keep them, and to make them happy, too, such as cooking Portuguese-style roast chicken, to satiate their palates.
    As they were moving back to Northern Pramperton, they viewed the photos carefully, and eventually felt satisfied with the photos, and printed a few of them.
    Back at Northern Pramperton, they had have the hotels booked, and would hold a wedding banquet.
    There was nothing more amazing than, when browsing through the childhood photos, they could see them with their cuddley toy, they could be seen playing, they could be seen happily eating together.
    And important to them, was not only their New Zealand trip, but also precious Sweden trip that they had together.
    All the decorations were set, they decided to hold a triple wedding—a church wedding in the morning, a “bersanding” wedding (traditional Nusantara, “one-day royalty”) in the hi-tea period, and finally a non-red-meat Chinese banquet in the evening.
    When all had drawn to a close, they had their most deserved rest. How they hoped that the night would end slightly more romantically, but who had not wanted rest?
    The next day was when they got slightly less hectic, and started to pick on the correct video moments.
    How pure she thought she was, Jenny recackled, adorning the costume and receiving a ring that signified the Love?
    Three years had passed, and Lenmark had become a bakery owner, other than becoming an auxiliary police officer, to serve the community.
    What Jenny and her family had been doing, would be to manage and micro-manage the whole bakery. They would have much preferred the word “bakery”, for such was the way passed on from traditional Germanic way people call the shop they would spot on for their daily bread.
     Nowadays the tradition was a bit varied, but their esprit-de-corps stayed on.
     And just as people thought that would be forever, Lenmark got himself slightly bruised for ending a teenage delinquency, a fight by some teens.
    Jenny carefully nursed Lenmark, who had got a week’s rest, and he was pending for an award from the s me school, for the students involved repented.
    Yes, of course, they had got their diplomas.