The Home - 33. Chapter 33

I had reserved the Italian Club for our wedding party. Uncle Angelo being the chef at that Club, handled the food. I had a wedding cake from the only Italian baker in town sent to the Club.

Charlie, Amalia, and I sat on the carriage as we drove through the town and the University. Arriving at the Club, Charlie took the carriage home, and Dad followed in his car to bring Charlie to the Club.

We had a small combo that played a lot of Italian songs. Uncle Angelo said the Club used them for all of their parties.

The food was served as a buffet, Uncle’s crew made sure the dishes were never empty. The bar was staffed with the Club’s personnel. I was glad that my family pulled together to make this an enjoyable event. One, of which I’ll never forget, as I looked at my lovely bride. My Mom was taking Amalia’s mother, Serena, around, introducing her to family and friends she hadn’t met.

Luis, Gene, Brad, and Tom were doing the same with Amado and his dad, Piero. I was sure by the end of the night, our guests from Italy were known to all my guests. Several Club members spoke Italian, so if our guests could not speak English, there was always an interpreter nearby for them.

It had gone past midnight when I mentioned if we were going to leave in the morning, we had better get some sleep. As you would expect, the boys made comments about going to sleep. I just smiled, winked, “It’s getting late, and you have chores to do in the morning.”

Amalia and I had booked an early flight to Hawaii for our honeymoon. Looking at my watch, we would have about seven hours before we would have to leave for the airport. I kept looking at my watch. Mom saw me and mentioned something to Dad.

About fifteen minutes later, he came over and whispered something In Amalia’s ear. She smiled and followed him. They went into a small room followed by Camilla. Twenty minutes later, Camilla came out, took me by the arm, and whispered, “Go outside.”

I did, and there was Dad in the car with Amalia in the back seat. I was going home.

That night I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I had never slept with anyone, and now I had an angel in my bed. My visitors didn’t show up that night, and I was glad. I knew all about the birds and the bees, but knowing and doing are altogether way different.

The alarm went off, and I wasn’t ready to get out of bed. I reached for Amalia, and she wasn’t there. I quickly got up with the idea of going to find her when she appeared in front of me with a cup of coffee. A kiss, a quick shower, dressed, and drinking the coffee, we headed to the kitchen for a light breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen, the boys were eating. I took a piece of toast, said good morning, see you in a week, picked up our luggage as we passed through the living room, and walked out. I could hear the boys laughing. They were okay. They had the car park in front of the door.

The drive to the airport was quicker than I had imagined, or my mind was someplace else, and I wasn’t paying attention to the time.

Checking in, we had a 30-minute wait. I went to one of the vendors, got us a coffee and a scrambled egg roll. “Eat this, and it will tide us over until they serve us on the plane.”

If you didn’t know we were just married, you could have made a good guess. We must have projected it as we waited to board. People would look at us and smile. I just puffed out my chest a little as if to say, ‘look, but don’t touch.

We had a layover in California, which gave us a little time to walk around and check out the shops. We did stop and had a coffee.

Our plane to Hawaii left on time, and soon we were landing. I hadn’t noticed the passing of time. I was occupied by a charming young lady sitting next to me.

I’m sure we must have confused the stewards as we spoke in English and Italian. If we didn’t want anyone to know what we were saying, we spoke in Italian. The advantage of being able to speak more than one language.

I sent a telegram back home saying we made it to Hawaii. A taxi took us to our hotel, which was close to a beach.

We were tired, so we decided to take a nap which turned into an eight-hour sleep. I was surprised as I didn’t think I was that tired. Amalia smiled and, looking into my eyes, “I love you” That caused us to miss dinner that night.

We took a stroll along the beach. Amalia started to pick up shells that she thought were pretty. We took off our shoes and walked in the surf. Looking at the moon shining on the water, I stopped and kissed my angel.

If I thought our wedding night was awesome, those nights I spent with Amalia in Hawaii were even more awesome. I didn’t want to go home. But we realized that we had a lifetime together to enjoy our love.

Soon it was time to return to normalcy. Our time in Hawaii had come to an end. But the memories would live forever. “I’m glad we took so many photos. We can live the time we spent here over as we look at these photos.”

“Are you going to record this in your journal?”

“Well, yes, but not everything.”

We left Hawaii knowing that we will be back someday. I was happy to have spent the time alone with Amalia. I made the right decision when I decided that Amalia was the right person for me.