Island Fire

"Kiri what about me, huh!. Did you ever consider me and our child in your decision?" Jane's voice was getting louder as the smell of the smoke from firewood filled their bedroom. "Jane, calm down. You know how hard the decisions are for me. Especially when the villagers and the chiefs still think you are unfit to be my wife." "Isn't that your job? To fight for me, to fight for us. Especially for Lani?" tears were now strolling down Jane's fair cheeks. She was red with anger but she was still so beautiful. No Samoan girl would ever make Kiri's heart like this Canadian girl does. "Jane, please. I'm begging you." Kiri said as convincing as he could, but Jane just carried their luggage out as well as her 8 year old Lolani. "Its either you stay here or come with me Kiri." Jane said in a low voice. She paused a while and realized that the man she loves was not getting in that car with her. "I thought so. Goodbye Kiri," Jane said as she slammed the door and drove away as Kiri stood there, his fine jawline contracted in anger and sadness, his fit muscular body body grew smaller and smaller on Jane's rear mirror. *** Eleven Years Later "Lani, get your ass out of bed." Jane's voice echoed early in the morning. Lani rolled out of bed and pulled up her long black hair into a messy bun and walked to the bathroom. The tan face that was beautifully made looked amazingly breathtaking even when her hair was in a bun, her eyes had bogies she was still beautiful, she was Lolani. The daughter of Kiri and Jane the wanderer.