Last Ride

NOTE: This is the last part of my ‘Ride’ short story series. For best the reading experience, please read Ride and Second Ride. ❤

I am ashamed of myself while he’s laughing his heart out.

This is always the scenario when our friends, our families and even our little kids recalled that fateful second ride.

The tale of that beautiful woman on his shoulder, apparently a complete stranger to him, has been a laughing matter for him, a shameful scene for me and a hit plot twist for our friends and family.

He never saw me on that day, and even the next Monday and even the next month.

Our second ride has been our last ride together.

As days became weeks and weeks became months, I have lost all hopes for a part three for our bus-inspired-love-story. I erased my fantasies. I made myself believe that he’s no way my soul mate. I tried to forget him and that girl on his shoulder.

It was a bright Saturday morning when fate surprised me in no way I have imagined.

I saw him…

in front of my house…

talking to my Dad! My Dad! Like my scary-looking Dad!

My heart jumped out, my eyes went wide when I realized that he is indeed in front of my house…

with a bouquet of flowers.

I have no idea, until now, how he knew my address. He said its a beautiful secret he will kept until his last breath.

But his courage to ask my Dad for permission to court me on their first meeting surely sealed his seat in my heart.

It took him a year for me to said yes.

It took him another three years for me to be his fiancee.

It took us a year to prepare for our weeding.

It took us two kids to give our lives’ new meaning.

And it took us a bumpy yet full-of-love

two-decade ride on marriage

to somehow prove…

that our story has

no ending.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Favim

Whew! 😀

So that was it! 😀

I hope I didn’t fail you guys, Belinda, Mandi, Pancake Bunnykins, Christopher, Dajena, Judy, Mel, Annie, Jacq, Maria and of course Fun! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 🙂



45 thoughts on “Last Ride”

      1. Oh! Why WordPress like to do funny stuff to our comments. At least this time round, they didn’t mark me as spam! They marked me twice 😅
        I should thank you for continuing the story for us! 😄 You did a wonderful job! Don’t worry, my dearest Rosema! ☺️

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  1. Cute ending. I like how the story didn’t just end. I like how you showed their future. It makes it more real and more hopeful. The bus ride was only the beginning. Great series!

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    1. Haha! Thank you, Mel! I believe a ride on a bus is worth giving a chance! 😀 (You’ll never know!)
      And your description of your dad made me chuckle! 😀 I bet he’s so loveable! 😀 But maybe he’s not when he’s in front of your suitor! 😀

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  2. A delightful bus-ride story for us all. Enough highs and lows to keep it real. Enough lows to make the ending-beginning more satisfying (though it would be satisfying, anyway). Yay for her. Yay for you! Thanks for making the series!

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  3. Awwee… Now I really, really, really, really want to ride a bus despite my road-sickness! It’s a lovely story, Rosema. And like what I’ve asked the first time, are you sure this isn’t a real love story? It’s so sweet, I’m so jealous! 😀 ❤

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