Chapter-XIV.

                             We were sitting in silent worry if the ground control would give us a permission to take off. It was still snowing heavily and was already dark. Then we got it, and took off in an instant. We didn't know the pilot, nor the plane, Jonathan fixed it for us, I was hoping he found a dead professional one, to fly in a weather like this was calling out for trouble. Usually, I enjoy flying, not this time though.  We were flying high, were watching the world passed by. Then we were too high to see anything at all.

The plane was shaking in the heavy gusts of wind. I was scared and I saw on Dave's face he was, too. We clinged to each other.

                               Maybe this decision made in a hurry wasn't the best idea, he moaned. We struggled through the first half hour. The steward came to us and said, that due to an emergency case we should find a place to land soon. It was the tank, it was leaking, the pilot had to act quickly. He lowered the hight and was looking for a suitable place to land. There were islands, but small ones around and he didn't see enough place to put the plane down. Then Rekohu appeared on the radar screen, which was a bit bigger than the others around and was plain enough to attempt a landing.

                          We landed safely. The pilot immidiatly tried to make  a radio contact, but wasn't able to. We received radio signals but could send none. As it was an area unknown for us we decided to stay in the plane and wait until the weather'd be cleared.

Suddenly the pilot give out a loud cry. We went to see what happened and he pointed to the radio. A lietunant of the New Zealandean army repeated an announcment again and again.

 David Gahan Presumed Dead In Private Plane Crash

     Reported by New Zealandian Regional Airport traffic control moments ago, a small

private aircraft in distress ceased radio contact with the control tower and

fell below radar frequency after reporting engine trouble and smoke in the

cockpit.

Musician, David Gahan was believed to have been a passenger on the flight.

Additional information and details will be reported here as this story develops.

                                   We were standing riveted to the spot. It was us, but we were alright, only had lost connection and had a leaking engine device. We have to find a way to contact. The pilot tried it again and again without a stop. There wasn't any technical staff on board, so repairing of the damaged part was unlikely.

 We have to be patient, we should wait. Dave got up from his seat again, for the fourth time in four minutes. How restless! I could see the anxiety on his face. He was worrying because his family. I was worrying because of mine. What could they think now? They all head great expectations and it is collapsed again, maybe they are sitting there weeping, anticipating the worst. This message if it'd been sent to NyC, too ,scares the shit out of them.

We were between the devil and the deep blue sea.

Of course the cells were useless, no receiving signals.

Before desperation like walls would have been closed on me I started to collect inner strength and hopped into the state of deep meditation. It was astonishing what two weeks continous practise can do to you and to your brain. In the wilderness in the relative solitude with plenty of time on my hands I could practise hours at length.

I even taught Dave a visualisation technic to help him relax. We did it with the violator rose. The task was to build up the mental picture of the rose in your mind from scratch and dissolve it again. While you were doing it your mind was preoccupied with the project and was spared from the marathon running of your thoughts. It was a clear, bright feeling, helped to cease restlesness.

He noticed what I was doing and sat by me. He started the visualisation himself. His body touched mine, I was feeling him and it was a good sensation. I let a big sigh out and went into hippie mode, feeling love, piece and understanding.

 We could have been in this state for about an hour when the pilot approached us and said, the weather cleared and there wasn't snowing now. He  has been able to communicate with the ground control and they'd send a small plane for us in less then two hours. Also he left a message for our families at the control tower.

We leaped back into meditation and the plane was  already there  when we came out of it. By now Dave was controlled, calm and....... Well, charming as always.

                                  The flight took eleven hours to New York, but I don't remember a thing, I was sleeping like a baby in my seat. Dave awoke me when we were above the city. His city, his world. Anxiety creeped back into my mind. My husband and the kids  were waiting for me. And his wife was waiting for him.

Oh, Lord Buddha, show me a ray of light that leads me out of the darkness of ignorance and enable me to find the right path, the right one for all of us, thus I prayed silently.

The plane descended and we were in the arrivals. He looked into my eyes to encourage me and kept holding my hand. I tried to get out of his grip but he didn't let me. Trust me Mauka, I know what I'm doing , he whispered to my ears. I had no other choice.

And there were they, Jennifer standing alone looking to our direction. She was smiling relieved and happily, she didn't looked pissed of. I was shaking in anxiety and was blushing in shame. We reached her, she gave her husband a hug.

And then one for me. We were face to face, she held my hands in hers and thanked me for taking care of Dave. I couldn't pressed a single word through my lips. I went deaf and dumb, standing there in utter disbelief. Then I noticed my husband who was standing right next to Jen, he was smiling, too. I was thinking about the bitter talk of ours the day before. He closed me to his arms and greeted me with a welcome kiss.

He whispered he loved me and that he accepted what should   be accepted.

I was just happy. These two magnificient guys, both wanting me.

Dave was all smiles and held her wife hands.

 I told you so, he said to me with his sweet, arrogant smile.

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