DOZ Issue 49 November 2019 | Page 7

grazed unperturbed. Hannah felt completely safe in the company of this man. He maintained his businesslike, respectful ways. He also told her that his wife had left him many years ago, and he had to bring up his son all by himself. Tane promised to see her off at the airport, and as they said their good-byes he asked her to come back. And so started their romance. Hannah visited Tane a few more times, and a year later they were married in a tropical garden. Hannah wearing a beautiful flower crown. She had given up her home and her job in Australia to be with Tane and be a mother to his teenage son, Paulo, who had the same deep brown eyes and wavy black hair as his father. Hannah felt happy to have a husband again after many years on her own; and also a young son to care for. Her own children had flown the nest a few years ago. So good to be needed again. She looked after Tane’s accounts while he did tour guiding. Not long after the wedding, there arrived in the mail a number of long-outstanding invoices. “Don’t worry about that,” Tane replied laughingly when she asked him about it, “it’s only money. They can wait.” Hannah didn’t like having debts and quietly paid the bills out of her own savings. Tane never said a word of thanks. Often, he came home late, saying,” how lovely to have wife at home now,” but when she asked where he had been he replied harshly that was none of her business. ‘Business? That late in the evening?’ she mused but didn’t dare to press the matter any further. She spent most of her evenings alone, sitting on the veranda, sipping a rum and coke, and watching the waves chasing each other along the reef. One day Tane told her he had to fly to an outer island to visit some relatives. “Can I come?” she asked. “No, you must stay here. I don’t want you to come.” “Ok, but I’ll drive you to the airport, no need to pay money for a taxi,” Hannah offered, but Tane firmly refused. Paulo had listened to the conversation and looked very confused. “Ok,” Tane relented, “you two can drop me off.” As they got to the airport Paulo and Hannah came with him to the counter, but Tane got very angry and sent them home immediately. Hannah did not understand why Tane had become so aggressive and harsh to her. Lately he had verbally abused her,” you white people only come here to take our land,” he had said at one time. Totally ignoring the fact that Hannah had poured all her savings into his business while Tane would spend big and then make debts. Paulo went to spend time with his 7 friends, and Hannah settled down at a coffee table, still smarting from Tane’s odd behaviour at the airport. She picked up a newspaper from the shelf under the table, and a white envelope fell out. Hannah opened it. Inside were several handwritten pages. ‘My dearest Tane,’ the letter began, ‘I cannot wait to be together with you again and am so looking forward to our time together in the outer islands’ Hannah felt the bottom of her life dropping out as she sank to the floor. When she investigated the next day, her suspicions were confirmed, and when she confronted Tane with the truth about this relationship with another woman after his return he became ragingly angry and beat her viciously — pulling her hair, slapping her face and kicking her in the stomach. Hannah ran for her life. Now she was saying goodbye to her only friend, Natia. Soon she would fly back to Australia to start a new life. Hannah’s island dream was shattered. Elisabeth Puruto lives on the East Coast of Australia. She is a born- again Christian of mature age and has taken part in a number of part-time mission outreaches. At age 67 she obtained her Ph.D. in Linguistics and is currently studying for a Master in Divinity. Copyright E. Puruto 2013. DOZ Magazine | November 2019