Goddess Among Us

MEET ANUHEA’ ch.1

1997 is a great year to vast in the (aloha) city of Honolulu. Hawaiian culture is at its peak of ripeness. The scene is saturated with a wide variety of fast-food chains where celebrity concerts are periodically held at the nationally recognized American football stadium. Although there's a mixture of mingling cultures cohabitating here, the sound of ukulele struts sound across the beach sands louder than any portable radio. The air is crisp and host constant traffic of passenger planes. The tourist-filled behemoths seem to fly unreasonably low over the beaches and [oddly] close enough for the tail logos to be easily recognized. Small and big motor vehicle types frequent [both] the newly paved streets and daintily paved pathways—most of which with engines that putted along slightly louder than when they rolled off their mainland assembly lines. Chicken Katsu, sticky rice and pork (that's been slow roasted & arrested by banana leaves underground for many hours) are among the favorited on most dining tables here. This story begins amidst a utopia of aloha sea breezes, plush vegetation and tall coconut trees that sway at free will. Geckos [here] have long proven to be a slight nuisance. They're everywhere. The local residents welcome them to enjoy any indoor/outdoor surface they could cling to. The kids enjoy these harmless little lizards because they'd figured out a way to anger them just enough to cause them to bite and clamp down on their earlobes. This caused the geckos to dangle heroically from their ears like green jewelry.

Here we meet a young woman by the name of Anuhea' [pronounced: ah-nu-way-uh'] Fabienne Ryu. Anuhea' is a 20yr old, slender; smiley, jovial type that stands about 5feet 9inches tall. She has an exceptionally clear walnut colored complexion with a tanned overtone that enjoys being kissed by the sun. This beautiful young local had been a proud B student a few years earlier where she attended Waipahu Community High School. The pride of this accomplishment is still with her. Her dark brown hair is often pulled tight and collected into a large brown banana clamp before it free falls exposing her natural deep waves down through the small of her back. Anuhea' has never experienced in depth with makeup. She only relied on neutral colored lip balms to satisfy her desire to feel girly. She's a relatively simple individual by most reasonable standards. Her smile is vibrant—content not knowing who is who on popular television shows. No one has ever heard Anuhea' raise her voice—especially not to defend any argument. If she needed to get someone's attention who was a distance away, she used a talent she had of a loud whistle. It's a distinctive whistle that's very much her own. She's naturally quiet, reserved—a dreamer that spends a lot of time in books on her twin-size bed. She really enjoys her alone time that suffices for moments of solitude. It's in these hours of relaxation that she ponders made-up characters for every asset of the life she secretly wishes for. Hawaii is an exciting place. It's a modern world of handheld gadgets, motorized toys and exploited fast-food eateries unfolding around her that Anuhea' doesn't desire to explore (not yet). Thunderous automobile music and oddly colored hair styles of self-expressions fail to impress someone like Anuhea' who doesn't mind being her own movie starlet. She's still a virgin who (only until now) had no interest in dating. Although she did try a popular *under21 dance club once, the party scenes are not her idea of time well spent. Two of her friends from high school (at the time) accompanied her. When Anuhea' dreadfully recalls that night, she explains how the loud music, cigarette smoke and constantly bumping into shoulders only made her wish for her quiet bed. Anuhea' got along wonderfully with her mother. Her father has been absentee while this young lady has been coming into her own. Anuhea' is comfortably unbiased about it. It's difficult to miss someone that hasn't been an emotional part of her childhood. She often utilizes public transportation to visit her aunt in Honolulu where she helps out at the swap meet there. While she was recently visiting, Anuhea' amused herself to apply for a small job as a hostess at a pancake house down the street from where her Aunt lives. She'd only recently graduated from high school so, the idea of earning any wage and self-dependency was too much of a big deal to pass by. Although the pancake house is a distance from her high school community, she answered the exciting call of syrup and fruit topping duty. She moves in with her Aunty and now Anuhea' finds herself estranged from most of her teenage routines that included frequent beach gatherings or mall hopping with her girlfriends. Honolulu is a new community for her. Friends would have to be made all over again. Well, aside from a few co-workers she enjoyed on the clock. Her new life is shaping up and it's much easier now to help her aunt at the local swap meet. It's conveniently located just walking distance from their small apartment building. Her aunt faithfully rented a space on Saturdays to sell handmade Polynesian style jewelry and trinkets of sorts. They both had an appreciation for watching the foot traffic of pedestrians visiting the different venues. Every Saturday when it was time for Anuhea' to leave, she'd first stop to visit her favorite lot. It's a larger rented lot that uses a series of hanging blue tarps (as a roof) that protect vast rows of organically grown produce. The beautiful Anuhea' never had a problem giving 30-45minutes of her day away browsing this space for her weeks’ worth of juicing and smoothie ingredients. She always picked carefully through the fresh fruits and vegetables—squeezing and nurturing her selections. The produce never held their same seats from one weekend to the next, but Anuhea' knew the names of every one. She long figured out which ones would complement each other when blended into a smoothie and which preferred to be juiced. The supervisors that run this lot have grown familiar with Anuhea' showing up about this time every Saturday on her way home towards the community her and her aunt reside in. Anuhea' is content working at the pancake house and helping at the swap meet. Modest ventures for a modest wage for her modest goals.

It's Anuhea's second anniversary at the local pancake house. She figures two years have served her well enough living with her aunt so she decides to finally set out and achieve having her own set of apartment keys. It's a great year to try something new. Why not? A young 22yr old with her own apartment would finally help her to establish the kind of social life that'd allow her to invite friends home for smoothies and board games. Not quite what she'd seen on television for girls her age, but Anuhea' isn't inspired by television like how most other young woman are being influenced by it. She simply wants her own keys. Something else she could say she accomplished.

Aunty, I'd like my own apartment. It's nothing personal. I'd like to decorate like I enjoy decorating my room. I'd aim for it to be within walking distance from here. Is that o.k.?

Of course it is ok, my dear. You have the desires of a reasonable young woman burning inside you. GO!

It's later in the week and Anuhea' has already searching the immediate area for vacancies. With no prior rental credit, she knew she couldn't expect any landlord to throw her keys. She had to be patient. Although her searching was fairly brief, her excitement for having her own apartment made her search seem stretched. A landlord finally gave Anuhea' the chance she needed. These particular complex shares her Aunt's neighborhood. It's safe, full of practical amenities and had no history of serious crimes. The only unruly behavior familiar to these residents is the occasional preteen romper—usually between neighborhood friends whose' arguing caused echoes to sweep through the quiet alleyways. Push scooters are very popular here and from time to time they're mistakenly misidentified. This is because most of them share the same company color schemes and insignia. This occasionally led to accusations of swapping and misunderstandings about ownership. Other than that, this area is ideal for Anuhea' to establish some independence and host a future family. It resembles ole Hawaii, which is a world apart from the more western styled community of Waipahu where her mother resides.

Today is an exciting day. Anuhea' gets to move into the small 2nd floor abode that’s situated directly across from her aunt’s complex. It's small, but it has a beautiful view out the bedroom window (like most anywhere on this part of the island). There's not much inside the 1-bedroom unit. After setting a knick knack here and placing some decor there, Anuhea' is settled in within hours of being handed her first set of keys. The kitchenette appliances are standard, slightly out-dated and stood quiet except for the smoothie machine she'd brought with her. They were purchased a year earlier at the swap-meet. She found all the elbow room she needed in her small kitchen for spreading out her produce and cutting board. Her mother and her aunty would suggest that the reason Anuhea' loved to juice so much is because she didn't enjoy cooking with heat. To her, creating fruit and veggie smoothies felt like an easier type of cooking. Sure, she'd occasionally go for some Local'Moco or boil water for noodles, but she really enjoyed the endless possibilities, and creative squandering of juicing. In Anuhea's bedroom is a queen size bed set with a set of sturdy night stands. One of the end tables held a simple alarm clock. On the other stand perched a large pink crystal. A rose colored natural rock that she had found at the swap meet for $40. Her favorite color is pink; so after passing this large stone week after week, she had decided it would be a nice accent to how she would theme her bedroom later. Well, that time has come.

I like it. I like it a lot. It's as beautiful as Hawaii.

Such a simple gesture served her pride well. Her proud and crowning moment that validated this being her own place. In this community there is no real need for a motor vehicle license. At least not for this active young local. Even with the old Hawaiian vibration and plush greenery everywhere the eye focused. A single street gave this communities pedestrians access to a growing commerce of shops, motels and restaurants.

MEET MICHAEL

THIS PARTICULAR WEEKEND (several weeks later), Anuhea' finished helping her aunt at the swap meet early. She heads in the direction of her favorite produce lot. After she made her selections (satisfied and pondering new recipes), she heads for home content. It hadn't begun to dawn yet, so the town is still bright and the weather is savory. As she began to hum to herself, she's approached by a semi-confident young man—about her same age. He offers Anuhea' a smile while making an obvious attempt not to crowd her. He speaks softly.

Aloha! I'm Michael... Michael Oshun.

Aloha, I'm Anuhea', Anuhea' Amalu. she replies, smiling.

He's groomed well enough for any corporate setting, but it's the tasty singe of smoke from an angry bar-b-que pit that gave away where he'd last been. It woke her belly up indeed. Her greeting is accompanied by her friendly smile. Michael smiles back to signify how he caught onto her friendly mockery. She first notices how perfect his teeth are complimenting his complexion [slightly darker than her own]. Michael is easy on the eyes, healthy and it's obvious he spends a lot of time on the surf. His tan placements mocked him for his time waiting for the next wave. She figures he's about her same age and has seconds to diagnose his intentions. This meeting is in view of everybody so she felt free to rule out anything she should be concerned about. There are plenty of people around and all she could sense is the generosity of genuine aloha spirit. Michaels hospitality must be making the spirit of ole' Hawaii proud. Knowing how shy she tends to get around new people—Anuhea' appreciates Michael's straight forward approach. Inwardly, she's admiring him for his friendly boldness.

You must live nearby. I've noticed you walking this same path before. It's not far from where I take my work break.

By this statement, Anuhea' concluded that Michael is educated. She's thinking he'd probably been a B student.

I work just over there. he says as he points to the popular local diner down the street.

It's a growing fast food chain where local favorites are on the simple menu.

Oh, ok is her short answer as she stumbles a bit.

I can help you with those bags if you want?

She didn't hesitate as she handed over two bags. One of which struggled to contain small melons.

I live just a short way away. Thank you, Michael.

Saying his name is a friendly gesture of appreciation. She also wants to assure him that the melons wouldn't get too heavy before they had arrived. Anuhea' makes small talk about her love for different smoothies as they walked the 10-minute route to Anuhea's 2nd floor apartment. The chit chat (from Michael) had been miscellaneous things like surfing and high beach endeavors. He figured he'd talk to her as if he already knew her. Nothing too personal is asked between them. He assisted Anuhea's bags up a flight of stairs and set them down just inside her apartment door.

Well... I'll see you around Anuhea'.

All Anuhea' has time to respond with is her smile before the gentleman turns back towards the staircase. Michael really is a man with a sincere heart. There was no reason to suspect he has any hidden agenda. In this area of town, he's adored as a brother-type to most the local girls his age. He'd stop flirting with them long ago. Apparently, it grew awkward trying to flirt with girls that know you so well. Still, he longs for love and companionship, but Michael is a victim of his own kindness. He's definitely attracted to Anuhea', but he knowing he'd see her again there's no reason or need to rush into a thousand questions. Anuhea' would later come to find out that Michael is known for his kind nature. He's a harmless young man that has never made any enemies. However, she is wrong about him probably being a B student. He was an honorable A student in his community high school. Unlike his slightly younger brother, Michael always envisioned himself proudly serving the armed forces like his (late) father. Michael is the son of a half Samoan/half Fijian woman who met, fell in love and married an African-Americanized man who served in the U.S. Army. They'd met 17yrs ago at a recreation center party on the Aliamanu Military Reservation. It's properly nicknamed "THE CRATER" because this housing development is literally situated inside a crater on Oahu. Five years previous to now, Michael's father suffered an unfortunate training accident that claimed his life and two other soldiers. He left behind his wife and their children, Michael and his younger brother Kevin. The widowed family was left to return to Hawaii and press on. His mother had recovered and remarried a respectable local man that loved Michael's family very much. Michael and his family had been stationed on the mainland before (as dependents) three times in three different states. This is why he has always been so inspired to join the U.S. Army. Michael has always been anxious to graduate from his high school. He loved his late father and respected how the military service allowed service members to travel.

Michael and Anuhea' did meet again. Naturally a courtship between them began and is off to a great start. The town's people often see them together browsing the shops and enjoying each other's company. They never held back showing their joy and appreciation for one another's opinion. It isn't long before his friends became her friends and the friends they now share started referring to them as each other's significant other. Where's your girlfriend? and "Where's your boyfriend?" have become the new standard of inquiry when the other was out of sight. Neither of them minded it at all.

It's been nine weeks now and the two love birds are more than comfortable holding hands—even adored for its sincere presentation. Their public displays of affection are modest. Their hand-in-hand affection is adored for its innocent presentation. It's not possessive or overboard. Perhaps neither of the two have ever entertained a love interest before. It's definitely possible. Michael has an idea.

I want to introduce you to a favorite fat burner of mines Nunu. You like to laugh, so I'm positive you're going to enjoy this almost as much as I enjoy you.

[Anuhea' blushes.]

The rules are simple. Be silly, get goofy and don't stop dancing.

Anuhea' responded with an Oh, gosh, but her smile is saying let's do this.

What she'd soon find out is what Michael already knew. Dancing while laughing (not surprisingly) always proved to be a real challenge. It often snowballs into gut busting, eye tearing embarrassment. He selflessly figured it'd be a great way for them to hear each other's loudest laughs and get a quick workout. Michael tuned the radio to a popular up-tempo music station. They're standing on their feet only inches from each other when the next song started and the dance'off commenced. Michael danced with no regard for his movements being sexy or accomplished. The silliness took a couple bars to kick into full gear from Anuhea'. In contrast to Michael's flopping around, her attempts to hold back and be cute are obvious. The smiles have turned into laughing. Michael never stops dancing while he's laughing at how Anuhea's hair is jumping around in front of him. He's laughing because he's noticing Anuhea' studying her feet. She's concentrating on her leg movements when she looks up and now notices Michael is watching her. This embarrassed her and causes her to laugh abruptly harder. She couldn't stop dancing so she had to keep moving while she laughed through the embarrassment. Rules are rules. The 5-minute jam is now a laughing torture. Both Michael and Anuhea's dance moves are totally uncoordinated and are making absolutely no sense. This is the magic that turned this into what Michael planned it to be. They're both laughing tearfully at how quick this escalated into what would be a total embarrassment in front of anyone else. The song finally ended their torture as it ended and they both collapse on the couch. It takes several minutes to giggle away the goofiness and catch their breath.

Oh, my god that was so much fun... And that was only one song.

Michael is slightly out of breath as he wipes away his tears and manages to get a sentence out.

Imagine two songs, or even three!

They calmed themselves and hug on each other. Over the next few days, even mentioning this moment created laughing amongst them. Needless to say, this became a normal regimented routine in the apartment as insurance for a good gut busting time. Michael is turning out to be a genius at creating memories that make life worthy of living—moments making him worthy of Anuhea's deepest love.

The two love birds are thriving, smiling and loving life. The next few weeks are like any other. Their bond is growing stronger—causing them to become inseparable.

Let's spend this weekend alone on the beach. No friends allowed. What do you think? he asks.

That sounds like fun Michael. There's plenty of shops and amenities on the beach sand so we wouldn't have to carry much. Yes. Let's do it.

When they arrived, Anuhea' found a nice spot on the sands of Waikiki where she laid the oversized beach towels down. The gorgeous waves and breaking surf are in a rhythm that begs for naked toes and splashing children. Here, the two hard workers are resting with their bodies facing each other. Their heads are tilted and respectively for watching the surfers in the water achieve their tans. Anuhea' just finished explaining a small observation when she notices she's no longer hearing Michael being Michael. She turned her head (to face him) and her eyes landed directly into his gaze. He's looking at her. This isn't just any look. It's much deeper. She caught him penetrating her soul in a blissful state of awareness. As Michael gazes intensely into Anuhea's eyes, the intensity did not yield. Anuhea' immediately answered his pure focus with a dreamy gaze of her own. It's intentionally willing, but unintentionally out of her control. She's (not only) being invited, but her deepest being is escorted into the same portal of heartfelt awareness Michael's allowing himself to submit unto. This is a timeless moment. Caught up in each other's eyes—they're no longer two people on a beach. They're two pieces of pure consciousness that has stepped into complete awareness. There's an unsaid vibration here that desires to appreciate the other. An awareness so aware, that it itself is aware. This moment is allowed to linger unchallenged because it's in control. The term "soul-mates undermines the refinement this moment is accomplishing for these two souls. The waves and the world are no longer here. This is two souls enjoying coexistence in one of many dimensions. The eye-to-eye love affair is finally interrupted by Anuhea's bashfulness and she looks away from his eyes with a smile on her face. As she loiters in the joy that overwhelmed her, somehow six seconds was more than efficient for one million I love you's to be exchanged. The two knew they'd briefly shared one intent. A glance into their future. They've just told each other we are now one" from the deepest realms of themselves—nothing that needed to be spoken aloud about it. Instead, they just sat for a moment and smiled to themselves. This is the type of chemistry lovers should seek that binds. Such a moment os sponsored by pure awareness that lovers [so often] miss out on. A rare stillness that forces colloquial understandings into spiritual experiences.

Let's go for a quick splash! Michael asked Anuhea.

Having yet regret going along with his ideas or suggestions: she's happy to comply. They swim the shallows until they became hungry and headed back to town.

Thank you again for taking me babe'.

You don't have to thank me Nunu''. It was my pleasure. You're my pleasure.

I know. I... I just thank you for being who you are. You deserve spoken gratitude.

By this time, Anuhea's pet name had already been established as Nunu'. Her aunt has met the young gentleman and is already familiar with his noble family who runs the Local'Moco eatery.

I knew I recognized him. He's a graceful young man. Respectful and deserving. The Aunt expresses.

She really appreciates his respect for Anuhea's shy nature. Auntie also notices how Michael only occasionally kisses Anuhea’ conservatively on the cheeks. Although it was never made official, they're officially an item now. A young, healthy, vibrant couple. Although they never talk about it, naturally (inwardly) they’re excited about how and when the first time they'd embrace each other in the art of intercourse. How would turn out? Anuhea' often wonders how she'd refrain from laughing during their first time. It's a real concern because they've really built a strong *laughing bond amongst themselves. Anuhea' knew it wouldn't fit during any serious attempt to be sexually intimate. Her solution has been to practice being sensual/serious whenever she was alone. There's nothing in the world Anuhea' desires more than for Michael to feel comfortable connecting to her femininity whenever that magical time came. (Interesting enough) Anuhea' has no idea that Michael shares some of the same concerns. He knew the pain [all too well] of romantic approaches being awkward. Michael also knows he's in love with his Nunu'—with everything in him.

I'd love for you to be my whole life Nunu.

Anuhea' laughed and hugged Michael before she playfully corrected him.

...You mean your wife.

They smile.

DIAMOND HEAD

IT IS SEVERAL WEEKS later. Michael notices that his scheduled days off are not in line with Anuhea's family commitment.

I'd like to do something special with you this weekend. Can you call in sick from the swap meet this Saturday Nunu'?

Anuhea' laughed because he's obviously alluding to asking her aunt for dismissal.

I'd like to take you to Diamond Head Peak. I hear that climbing it is a good challenge.

Anuhea' wrapped her arms around his waist.

You sure know how to choose beautiful ways of passing time my love. I adore your spontaneity.

Diamond Head is a popular mountain trail that attracts thousands of tourists annually. Its peak sits somewhat high above sea level. Oahu found it as profitable as it is an adventurous way to admire Hawaii's open fresh air and tree tops of forestry. As the two arrive at the summit, tourists are standing around anxiously organizing their permits and equipment. They seem to be happily optimistic and as excited as the locals here. It isn't the hike that’s causing the two to tingle with smiley faces, it's their sheer joy and appreciation for spending time together. There's a sense of appreciation for being away from familiarity. Anuhea' and Michael are blissfully intertwined and they (though unspoken) understand this. This is a tour obviously poised and ready to assist these young smiles further into each other’s hearts and minds. As everybody assembles into a small group, plenty of energy bars, bottled water and aloha spirit is eager to tag along with so many faces from so many different places.

When we reach the top; let's carve our names into something. I have a pocket knife on me. We'll scratch deep into something defenseless. Cool?

OK. Sounds good to me. Anuhea' replied.

While on the trail, they chatted about how long the tour guide will let them perch at the top and what they'd etch—into something permanent when they arrived. Half way up the hike, they noticed a crowd of hikers (a part of an earlier group) gathered, resting and applauding as they gazed upwards.

Wow, Anuhea' says.

She notices the beautiful waterfall before Michael does. It arched and fell 40ft into a deep body of water. But that isn't the cause for their applause. The applause is for the native cliff jumpers (obviously) designated to put on a fantastic show. Six men are taking turns jumping over the cliff and into the body of water. They're dressed in traditional Polynesian style grassy attire fit for swimming. Someone could make the argument that it's always impressive to see anything jumping off natural cliffs into natural waters. And impressive this viewing is. A rest stop that allows mainland tourists to enjoy this kind of artistry and take pictures. As they reached the peak; they see a huge boulder that's as big as a small automobile. Half the group perch on it for a minute to catch their breath.

It feels good to be resting off our feet. It only took an hour to get here.

After taking ten minutes to appreciate the 360-degree view being offered at 760 feet above sea level, they decide to scratch a memory in a huge boulder—just like they had planned to.

Ok, here we go. You wanna' do it Nunu'?

No. I want you to do it. Whatever you write will be fine with me.

As Michael carefully chose a starting point, Anuea' is already laughing inside. She knows how Michael can be about details. She chose to read it aloud as he scratched the rock.

"Anuhea' plus + Michael Y2K. Awe! It's beautiful.

She's noticing how he wrote her name before his own. He's definitely a gentleman. It's a gesture that's absolutely worthy of the ALOHA winds. They sat taking in the fresh Hawaiian breeze.

I often fantasize that we're both living on the mainland. Just the three of us. And...

The three of us? Anuhea' interrupts.

Yes. We'll be a tri-fecta' after we have our baby.

She constantly dreamed similarly, so she's only (in reality) asking him to indulge her with the details. After they enjoyed the view, they descended to the starting juncture and headed for home. Climbing DIAMOND HEAD has proved to be time well spent and a journey worth stepping into.

AN EPOCH CONCEIVED ch.2

The young lovers are relaxing and experiencing how beautiful of a feeling it is when obligations are fulfilled, the bills are paid and all there is to do is whatever you want to do. Michael and Anuhea' are enjoying each other's company—extra content to be skipping through the dozen channels their television antenna would retrieve. Outside their simple window, the whole face of the moon is shining bright as if it's raving about impressive the high tide is. They both sipped on a juiced concoction Anuhea' created while sharing a spam/rice dish Michael had made. He isn't much of a cook, but he did know some recipes from the eatery he worked at. His recipes are always simple. It's his conviction to get the recipes right that often amused his biggest fan. Tonight, would've been like any other evening if Anuhea' hadn't said something earlier that excited Michael. He had explained to Anuhea' earlier how tonight he was going to stare into her eyes before they slept. It would've been a strange proclamation to any other woman, but Anuhea' is used to his shameless over-romanticisms. She usually smiled for her response, but this time she didn't. Earlier—instead, she shocked him with an answer.

And maybe tonight we can give our love something to remember forever...

Michael immediately recognizes the sincerity in her gaze as well as the flirt in her voice. He could sense she's leading on to something she must've already considered. Something she really wants—not only because she thought it was something he wanted. That was earlier and the day (since that moment) has been a mix of anxiousness and jitters between them.

It's late in the evening, the mood is restlessness. Love is in the air. The two have long been living amidst the anticipation that a moment (such as this) would come. All the touching and teasing they'd been doing amongst themselves have snuck up on them so casually usher in this night. Anuhea' turned to Michael and spoke softly.

Let's make magic tonight.

Previously, Michael had occasionally been keeping Anuhea' company on evenings like this, but this time would be different. She repositions her body in a way that she could kiss him on his lips intimately—just like how she'd been practicing.

I'd love for you to have all of me tonight. she says this surprisingly easy.

Are you sure love? Michael answered back surprisingly calmly.

Anuhea' stands to her feet and reaches for his hands. She's got something specially planned for him as she escorts him to the main bedroom. It's a moonlit night that is even better than that which she had imagined in her mind. It isn't long before the both of them are unfamiliarly completely undressed in each other's presence. As Anuhea' stands still watching him scan her exposed curves, his eyes are saying everything she needs to hear for validation and flattering. Neither had any reason to be insecure about their young, healthy bodies. It's Anuhea' who lays down first on her back and reaches out her hand encouraging him to mount her. He does.

We're adults Michael. This is my choice for us both to enjoy. I promised myself I wouldn't be shy when this time came. I'm keeping my word. she says.

A lit candle burns near the huge rose-colored crystal on the sturdy night stand. The illumination being created by the flame bounced off the pink colored rock to manifest a gorgeous flickering of light. They have begun to kiss on one another and be kissed on more. Michael purposely kisses in the pelvic region of Anuhea'—teasing her and fanning the fire growing inside her. Ultimately, he's also getting himself so excited that he secretly feared his abrupt ending before he ever had his chance to penetrate her. The last thing Michael wants (at this moment) was his climax before her desires have been satisfied. As their sexual principles met for the first time, Michael enters a very eager, warm Anuhea'. In moments they go from amateurs to professionals savoring every sensation of each other. Anuhea' could feel Michael's principle pulsating with the rhythm of his blood pumping through his heart. Their bodies coiled and assembled into one single flow of energy. Every stroke is like pumping blood through a cosmological cardiovascular system. Their separate thoughts are now one conjoined awareness that even seemed to (again) spawn an awareness of its own. This is no longer about two people deepening their bond; no... This is the power of love smelting two beings into one consciousness. As the night grew old, they managed to please the flickering light twice more with each time savored and lasting a bit longer than the previous.

Each session surpassing the selfish physicality's of intercourse. This is selfless bestowing no doubt. No form of birth control had been discussed nearly as much as these two flattered each other about being wedded. Anuhea's healthy, fertile body had very little chance of not being impregnated during this night of heated, passion. This night had purpose written in the stars where no marriage certificate was necessary. Michael and Anuhea' are now one. Bound by a force only death could deconstruct. The morning after seemed brighter than any other. Livelier than any before it. They are content like no other morning before now. [Now] both lay side-by-side attentive to each other through the silence—coexisting in a bliss that neither had experienced before. None of this was being taken for granted. When Michael finally noticed the sun peeking through the window blinds. He kisses Anuhea' on the lips and twisted out of bed. His bare feet scanted into the small bathroom for a quick hygiene routine. Anuhea' didn't take offense witnessing his total focus on getting ready for work at all. Inwardly she's already screaming for the pure joy of excitement. She didn't know how long she could hold it in so she really preferred that he granted her some time alone. She wants to savor her achievement of womanhood [but] without embarrassing herself. After all; she'd just experienced intercourse for the first time. She had just as much to be jolly for as Michael. Even though time seemed to stand still; the most popular eatery in town still needed its faithful crew members. The night was a success and surpassed both their expectations. Michael hurried to get dressed and ran back bedside where Anuhea' still lay gazing at him.

I love you Nunu.

I love you more. she responds, looking him in his sincere eyes.

Michael remembers a statement she made yesterday.

You were right my love. I’ll never forget last night. This feeling... This moment... I love you to pieces.

Anuhea' appreciates his over-achieved romanticism. After a kiss, he runs off to start the day.

There were no pre-cautions made for preventing pregnancy, so they both now share a feeling (a knowing) that from this day on, they'd be earning money for their future baby that's on the way.

It's been two months and a typical journey of new, young lovers. They’ve been treating each other's bodies like toy’s to be played with and explored. These two are no exception to the EXCITED ABOUT SEX phase. Anuhea' is almost certain she’s been given a gift. It would make perfect since if she were pregnant. Oh, the excitement. The gift of a love child to nurture and burp. By now the baby-onboard has been confirmed. A baby is on the way. Both, Michaels' and Anuhea's families are all equally excited about the bulge growing on his beloved. News spread fast through the community about the young couple expecting their first baby. The consensus [long ago] was that they both deserved a beautiful family—more than any other young couple in the area. No one had any reason to be unsupportive. The young respectable adults are in love. They're bonded by their souls, engaged and enjoying every bit of it. It's unsurprising that Anuhea' didn't have to change her diet much to accommodate the baby sharing her nutritional needs. Nothing really changed because the two expecting love birds had already been with each other most of the time. They are'nt purposely neglecting their families and comrades during the pregnancy. Everyone understands this willingly and are ecstatically convinced that Anuhea' and Michael seemed meant for each other. ‘They know where to find us if they need us’ became the community's general consensus.

Anuhea's pregnancy is being appreciated by everybody for how standard it's coming along (in this community). It's been {All systems go}, healthy and undoubted for its' healthy delivery. It's been months now and Michael had promised himself that he'd join the American armed forces when the baby was around six months old. He desires time to enjoy the baby and help mom get use to her new routine before he finds himself being shipped to the mainland for basic training. Anuhea' is four months into her pregnancy and has been approved for maternity leave from her job as a hostess. As soon as her petite frame could no longer discreetly hide her belly, the gorgeously expecting pancake server elected that one source of income is all they really needed. Michael's income isn't large, but it does well for paying the bills. Up until now they'd been spending excessive amounts of money on furnishing the apartment they decided to share. It hosted a full-size bed dressed in a luxurious comforter set and many pillows of all sizes that usually ended up on the large area'-rug by morning. The huge pictures that hang on their bedroom walls are framed with organic woods (not metal) and act as wallpaper. Empty corners gave way to tall potted indoor trees. A single emerald couch and color television sat in the front room surrounded by two end tables and a generous coffee table. Since neither of them drank coffee, they opted to call it a popcorn table. Eating is their favorite excuse to look directly in each other’s' eyes, so anything and everything that had to do with cooking or dinning spared no expense. In the kitchenette a fancier tall dinner table that seated four is decorated meticulously to accommodate (only) two of the dinnerware settings. The unused table space had candles on each side that created an alley for clear line-of-sight of each other. That had been Michael's idea. The two unused seats had been stacked and stowed away in a small porch closet. That had been an idea of Anuhea's. She had recently debated how less chairs would equal more space. It was a point being well proven.

Any place decorated with space to spare is indicative of a mind with room for learning.

You are as wise as you are beautiful to my eyes baby.

The only fixtures familiar from when Anuhea' originally moved in (a year earlier) was that pink colored rock crystal that seemed to be smiling.... That and a juicer in the small kitchen. It's partnered with a toaster, a celebrity endorsed tabletop grill and a dish rack full of fancy dinnerware. The only money they realistically needed to pay their simple bills is already being acquired through one of their incomes. No pagers; cell phones, cable or internet bills have ever been on their list of must haves. Playing dominoes and/or card games have always been a better option than watching the TV. However, they have invested in a nice television with a better antenna. The original was never meant to satisfy anyone other than Anuhea'. Most this happy couple did to entertain their friends was host board game parties or frequent the beach. It's several days before the baby is due to arrive and Anuhea' was told about a popular local option to have a home birth. She's informed how it gave mothers greater freedom during their labor to move, eat and bathe. It would also offer her the comfort of giving birth in a familiar place—surrounded by people she loved. In this community, there's plenty well-practiced midwife's. Most charge payments that are exceptionally reasonable for their services. The decision is proudly agreed upon and a recommended midwife shows up a short time later to the residence. As they both sit smiling and talking with the woman they'd come to call "Nurse", her presence—alone—had a way of making the young lovers realize how close it is for this experience to unfold. Momma Nurse stays a while taking her time to reassure Anuhea' as she explains.

Women have been giving birth naturally for centuries and I know you're going to do just fine. You'll get into a zone, your active labor will begin and before you realize it, it'll all be a memory—a process I call the *quick quick.

Anuhea' is too rooted in her own concentration. Her mind is focused on things past the thought of any pain that might escort the new life into this world. The midwife continues to explain.

It's not like, 'Oh, my God, it's a pain. I'm dying; I'm dying!!! No. It will be more of a gradual thing. So gradual, that you just kind of get through it. You'll be in a zone I spoke earlier about, and I'll help you focus on helping this child see this world.

Anuhea' listened attentively. At the same time, Michael is preparing a green juice and coconut water recipe that's' been helping to keep his fiancé hydrated. It isn't long before Anuhea's midwife informed her that the newborn baby would be making an official debut soon.

I suggest we utilize the tub method for this delivery. It's better for the baby to be born in the water. It'd be {from the water—into the water}. When baby' is born, there's still the umbilical cord. Until I clip the cord the baby can still breathe through it. There's nothing to worry about.

The midwife finally convinces Anuhea' how this method has proven to be more comfortable during delivery for first-time mothers.

BIRTH OF AN EPOCH

IT'S AROUND 2:00 A.m. and Anuhea's contractions have started. She'd been feeling a little bit nauseous and experiencing cramps the day before, but didn't really think anything of it.

I'm not in any pain. How do I know if I'm actually having real contractions?

She laughs as she asked this question, but as the contractions gradually increased in intensity, she just knew.

Let me help you into bed Nunu. I'll handle the chores ok? No need to be heroic.

Anuhea' laid in bed for about an hour timing the small contractions on her wristwatch. They measured 3-5 minutes apart, lasting for one minute.

Is it time to start preparing the birthing bath? Could this be the real thing?

Anuhea' shrugs.

Michael has been preparing enough towels for this to be a long labor. Nurse (the midwife) had warned Michael privately that when mothers had their first babies, the labor tended to take a while (20 hours on average). Nurse' wanted to make sure he was warned about the possible endurance he'd need. Michael sent a neighbor (pre-arranged) to fetch the midwife and he'd let her know what was going on. She's on the scene within 10-15 minutes. Just as she entered the apartment, she heard Anuhea' have a contraction and concluded that this sounded like the active labor. Another hour went by that gave Nurse' necessary time to set up and finalize the birthing bath. During this time family is converging into the small apartment and ran around finding chores to accomplish—trying to be helpful. Anuhea's starting to get a little bit frantic during her contractions and had a hard time staying calm, but once they got to the birthing bath, everyone knew she felt much more relaxed. It's like a breath of fresh air, a realization that she's ok now because this is where you have a baby—not on your couch while the television is on. Anuhea' labored in various positions for the next six hours. In the birthing tub, on the birthing stool, standing up while leaning on Michael and even on the toilet. When she tried to get in the bed, it proved to be a short-lived relief.

There's no way I'm ever getting back in that bed again!!!

She never did. Every position Anuhea' attempted was unyielding. Although silence did seem to make a few of these positions a little more tolerable, they seemed to have no sympathy for her. It was Anuhea's idea to have Aloha music playing in the background, but she changed her mind now that she's in labor. She pleaded through her discomfort.

Someone, please cut that music off!!!

An aunt rushes to the radio and complies. Anuhea's eyes are closed. She's focusing on her breathing and didn't want anyone talking too loudly.

Michael! Come closer baby. Hold my hand please.

Around noon, both families could tell Anuhea' started feeling a little defeated. The contractions didn't seem to be getting any closer together. They're still 3-5 minutes apart.

The time in between contractions must feel amazing. Michael says.

He remembers the both of them reading how she would get rests in between contractions. Anuhea' figured that it would be the kind of break like when you stub your toe... First; it's a burst of pain, but then you wait and it goes away after a bit. And how the only thing that remained would be the slight throbbing of where the pain occurred—but no, the rest time in between contractions proved to be much more satisfying. In between contractions she felt totally fine. Almost too fine. Michael observed her level of relaxation between contractions and mentioned [twice] out loud.

She can't possibly be in labor, she's falling asleep right now.

At this point Anuhea' felt like she needed to have at least a ballpark guess of how much progress she was making, so she asked the midwife to check her.

Don't tell me a number! Just let me know if I'm making progress.

Anuhea' doesn't want to think, she just wants to know. A quick check confirmed that she's almost completely dilated! The pushing is by far the hardest part for Anuhea'. After the first hour (since she she's making normal progress), the midwife suggested a bit of direct pushing—which while being uncomfortable, is incredibly helpful. During her second hour of pushing Anuhea' is feeling over-whelmed and starts questioning her ability to have this baby naturally. This came out in her laboring. She pushed for about three long, hard hours. During the first couple hours there was some loud moaning happening, but by this third hour, tears and yelling & screaming is what everyone is suffering through with the young mother-to-be. Anuhea' doubts herself several times.

I don't think I can do this!

Yes, you can. You're doing it right now.

Michael's reply has been usefully consistent.

He's been tub' side this whole time watching Nunu's tears turn into concentration. Nurse' looks at Anuhea' and speaks sternly.

You need to look at me baby doll. Stop crying and focus all of this energy on pushing your baby out. Crying isn't going to help you have a baby.

Anuhea' kept pushing and the families are helpful in their silence. Pretty soon, she's close and Nurse announced she could see the baby's head. The small crowd applauded as Anuhea' was asked if she wants to see it in the mirror. This (first time mother) is just thankful her water broke when it did. Somehow, it's helping to make labor a little more comfortable. Anuhea' is now laboring on the birthing stool. At this point Nurse tells her that the baby is coming soon. Anuhea' couldn't give birth on the stool, so she needed to get back into the tub. The soon-to-be mother is freaking out and fussing hysterically.

I can't make it to the tub. Hello! ... I have a baby coming out of my vagina and you want me to lift my leg over the side of a giant tub?

The midwife wouldn't take no for an answer so she fought back:

It's either the tub or hands and knees on the floor...

Michael whispered a personal pep talk in his beloved's ear before she allowed him and a family member to help her into the tub. There was still time to go change and get into the tub with Anuhea', but the soon-to-be dad declined and it was a good thing he did. Literally moments later (at 3:32 p.m.), during Anuea's next contraction, the baby was born. She shot out like a torpedo.

[Date of birth; March 3, 2001].

As soon as the baby is delivered, an enormous flood of endorphins caused Anuhea's face to morph and change dramatically. Nurse' (calmly) picks the baby up out of the tub and handed the child to Anuhea' before delivering the placenta. Anuhea' looks at her newborn child while her sweat and tears are no longer indistinguishable.

Wow! We did it! We're bad ass! Anuhea says.

Not the most sentimental first statement after having a baby, but it's all she had in her to say. It gave this new mother the laugh she needed to rid herself of the remaining stress. Immediately following this came Polynesian themed chants and small applause. While the room filled with the chatter of women from both families. Anuhea' has never in her life felt more empowered than she did at this moment. She had just birthed a human and she did it without so much as an aspirin. Summing up the big day as an incredible experience. Anuhea' turned to the nurse to spoke.

I'd absolutely do it all over again.

Michael's 'anake (aunt) speaks first to reply.

Ho'olohe 'ohana! ...Akamai fo' da'kine hau'oli makua to ekani kamaiki ok?

[Translation:] Listen lovers! It'd be smart to parent only one infant for now ok?

Everyone in the room sensed the humor and laughed. Anuhea' understood and smile. Although she' didn't speak much of the local language she did manage to reply to Michael's aunt;

Ae 'Anake—Ko'u Akamai kumu.

[Translation:] Yes Aunty—my smartest teacher.

Anuhea's breathing finally returned to a controlled rhythm.

We're gonna' take our time enjoying our new baby.

She looks the infant in the face before she speaks.

I want to know everything about her.

In this region of the world, it's common practice to name a child a week after birth. So, it was not unusual that Anuhea's full intention was to begin observing the baby girl before she gave her a inoa (name). This practice is known among the elder (more traditional) villagers as *Pa Nana Ka.

All is well with the new family. Earlier this week, Michael requested asked manager for two weeks of leave.

Shoots!!! Go brada'. Four weeks for you brah'. Take da'kine tray of pupu's fo' relax.

Four beautiful weeks to enjoy his family uninterrupted. The popular Local'Moco (where he keeps an impressive attendance history) will be without their most committed employee, but his manager has no problem insisting that he accept one month of paid absence to tend to his new family. Michael is overwhelmed with excitement and gratitude. The faithful lad had never conceived of this kind of time away from the diner.

There's few things more gratifying than spending well-deserved time away from workplace responsibilities. The three are doing exceptionally well at home. Family visits to shareholding and catching glimpses into the baby’s content eyes. Anuhea' enjoys being all the girly she pleased while talking about baby stuff with her bedside all female entourage'. Michael's has his supporters too. A cluster of male gendered cousins have managed to hook up a gaming entertainment system to the small television. Perhaps they figure this is how they'd ever see Michael [in these first couple months]. In many respects, they're right to assume their buddy would be reluctant to leave Anuhea' alone in the apartment. Even amidst a sleuth of pink baby bags, an ocean of diapers and freshly assembled baby furniture; boys will find a reason to enjoy their toys.

It is now 8 days after the arrival of the healthy baby. Anuhea' is breast feeding her bundle of joy in bed accompanied by a horde of decorative pillows that surround her. She's still contemplating a name for her little girl. Until now she's been content calling the beautiful girl "Mini Me". A popular movie gave her the idea. In this very moment of time and space, an awareness is speaking to her heart about this being the moment she should try to clear her mind. This seemed like an ideal time to concentrate into the eyes of her daughter and ask the child to speak to her heart. The baby is quiet. Too quiet. A content child. The new energy in the home is been accredited for the excitement of this trilogy. Anuhea' looks directly into the caramel colored eyes of the baby. No baby talk this time. She's searching and hoping to tap into some sort of telepathic line of conversation.

Michelle. Anuhea' says softly.

Michelle, it is. she exclaimes a second time as if the baby is being adamant about the matter.

Honey! Anuhea' calls out for Michael.

When he arrived, she smiles at him confidently as he enters the room.

Michelle.

He'd been waiting anxiously for Anuhea's official attempt at naming their love-child. As he hears her say MICHELLE, he smiles at his lover because the name she has chosen sounds like his name.

That's a perfect name Nu'nu.

Thanks; but honestly, I think it was her idea. she replies.

A few calls later and the announcement makes it official.

LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON ch.3

It's now late in the year 2002. The apartment they're now sharing was up for its lease renewal soon. Michael had another plan.

What if I join the Army, get through basic training and sent for you when I'm stationed? It'd be a bit of a journey—being separated by land and sea, but we have to visualize the whole plan. I can definitely appreciate what our troubles would be worth. I've always wanted to join the service. What do you think babe'?

I can appreciate the whole picture. We'd be able to travel and show the mainland how local-kine' loves.

Anuhea' agreed charismatically because she's already been aware of his full intentions to join the armed forces. She'd grown used to him being close and kissable. Michael had no way of knowing how much his work shifts turned into hours of torment for Anuhea'. All she could think about now was the time away she'd have to suffer through. She loved him dearly. Everything about him. They sat and talked about every detail. They came to a conclusion. Before the end of the apartment lease, Anuhea' and Michael would get married in a simple courthouse ceremony. The both of them would (then) go live with her mother back in the Waipahu community (where Anuhea' grew up). After Michael was shipped to basic training, she'd then wait out the training portion of Michael's enlistment. Michael would be stationed somewhere in the United States, sign up to receive B.A.Q. (basic allowance for quarters) where he'd quickly lease any apartment off post and send for his family. This all sounded like a easy enough plan. It's solid and had little chance of running into stumbling blocks along the way.

Just as planned they had their small courthouse ceremony. The two are officially married and Anuhea' is satisfied. Now that they're married, neither of them notice anything spectacular about it. Nothing had really changed. The documents didn't decree them any more in love than they know they are. These two were already doing, living and feeling for each other in ways married people (often) fail to feel for each other. None-the-less the apartment lease had expired and Anuhea's mother was overjoyed that she could have this time to bond with her granddaughter (Michelle) before Anuhea' was to be stationed on the mainland. Michael went down to the Pearl Harbor M.E.P.S. (Military Entrance and Processing Station) where he signed up for the armed services. At the recruitment office Michael's A.S.V.A.B. test score is high and he's offered a military career as a signal support systems specialist (a.k.a. 31U). This caused him much joy because job is designated to be a non-combat arms M.O.S. (Military Occupational Specialty). When Anuhea' heard the details of this she would sleep even better at night. However, this came at a hefty price for the young wife. The recruiter had also told Michael to enjoy the next several days with his family because he occurred orders to be shipped off to Fort Jackson South Carolina. Eight weeks of basic training awaited him there and that after he graduated from the 8 weeks basic training, he'd be shipped to the Fort Gordon Signal Center in Augusta Georgia. There, he's scheduled for an additional four and a half months of A.I.T. (Advanced Individual Training). It was explained to him that this training was required for him to receive the schooling and government clearance to serve as the signal support specialist he signed up for. All this was good and bad news to Anuhea' but she promised herself that she'd suffer missing him only after he had shipped off. Now was not the time to cry and be discouraged.

Everything's gonna' be ok babe'_I promise.

I understand. You do what you have to do and we'll be here waiting.

Deep down, she accepted that Michael was only doing what he's been desiring to do. Anuhea' respected how her husband was now doing it for the family he loved. If he's content, so should she be.

Meanwhile, the next several days are spent at Anuhea's mother's Waipahu residence. Everyone was excited about the venture that awaited. Although everything was going as planned, Anuhea' tried not to think about the space and time that would soon separate her from her lover. Michael was shipped on schedule and his basic training was accompanied by a weekly stream of handwritten letters. He finished on schedule as an exemplary E-1 private. While his family and goals motivated him, his level of fitness was the help that got him through the morning runs and physical fitness courses. Michael graduated from the Fort Jackson basic training brigade and acquired his orders to attend the Fort Gordon Signal Center in Augusta Georgia. Anuhea' missed him greatly, but she's patient and had confidence that this would be all worth it.

It is 4.5 months later and Michael has successfully graduated from the Fort Gordon Signal Center as an official signal support systems specialist. He has proudly earned his signal corps