Huib also retreated, sitting in the big barn during the day as much as his work at the guest house allowed. He was glad he had gotten his administration up to date last week. He now had a good view of how his father had always kept it. He had been able to pay all the bills and process mail. The pile was gone, wonderful!
Every day he checked his business mail and post, and made sure that ongoing things were taken care of. It hardly took him any time at all, and besides, he had no repairs or other chores to do at the guest house at the moment. As a result, he had the opportunity to spend hours in the barn. Perfect timing, he thought.
He had a large stock of wood in the barn, mostly leftovers from previous carpentry work. Over the past few days, a desire had grown in him to make something beautiful for Margreet. He knew that she would like a large desk in front of her window, but that she would not want to buy it until she had a permanent contract. Officially that was still three weeks away, when her trial month would be up. But Annerieke had discussed the contract with Huib and they both agreed that Margreet belonged here, fitted in here, that she was more than worthy of this workplace and that there was no reason to send her away after this month. They both wanted nothing more for her than to stay. They had agreed not to tell her yet that she would get the permanent contract with certainty, because Huib wanted to have the desk ready first. Imagine, that Margreet in her enthusiasm for a permanent contract would go and buy a desk at the thrift store or something, while he was making a nice new one for her.
Annerieke had asked him if he knew what kind of desk Margreet would like. He had told her, that Margreet had said she wanted to use the desk for sewing, among other things. So it had to be bigger than a standard desk, so she could put large pieces of fabric on it. He had also wondered whether he would do it properly, but he knew that in his mind's eye he had seen a beautiful, large desk in front of him, and he had felt that the picture had come from his inside. When he had told that to his mother, she had nodded, given him a kiss on the forehead and advised him to start quickly.
Thinking back to that, while he was busy sawing and polishing, he chuckled. Annerieke knew him so well. She recognized his father's way of life in him, how his father had often done new things, because he had felt them bubbling up from his soul, from his heart. Annerieke had always been amazed and happy about this, had also longed for herself to learn to listen to her inner voice, and Huib had been a witness to her process towards this. He had noticed with joy that both his mother's and his own life had started to grow from within. And now she had recognized it directly in him, that he was doing the same with this desk. Therefore it had been easy for her to accept his plans without a fight and to encourage him to start working on it.
Huib had sawn the worktop to size at the lumberyard. That was the only piece of wood he had had to buy new. Among his leftovers, he had more than enough of the same light wood to cut all the other parts for the desk. He sawed five straight legs, the fifth leg to support the large work surface in the middle as well. He made his own decorations, so characteristic of him, on the outsides of the legs. He saw it in his mind and remembered how Margreet had admired his decorations of other furniture.
Under the worktop he had two cabinets in mind, cabinets that would stand separately under the desk. As he worked, he marvelled at the thoughts that bubbled up about this desk, about the solutions needed for the practical problems he encountered, about how everything should look.
Take those cabinets, for example. They would be cabinets with drawers of different depths. Margreet would probably want to keep craft supplies in different drawers. To prevent her things from getting mixed up, he decided to saw thin shelves to size and make notches in them. The notches would allow the shelves to fit together and Margreet could use them to make compartments in the drawers, compartments of sizes that were convenient for her. He would make a few of the shelves, as an example, and if she wanted, he would make more, as many as she needed!
He worked in peace. His thoughts were largely with Margreet, because of her reaction a few days ago. She was so full of love and desire, but also so incredibly anxious. He longed to discover, from within, how to approach her the best in the time ahead. She loved flowers, but he didn't feel it was important now to give her a bunch of flowers on a regular basis. She needed something else, something heart-to-heart that would increase her confidence in herself and in their relationship.
His heart went out to her, to her body, but most of all to her deepest being. Oh yes, he desperately wanted to hug her, and dance with her, and eventually have sex with her, or, as his father had always called it, make love to her. He smiled. That phrase captured what it was all about so much better than the words having sex. But beyond that, he longed most of all to win her, to give her security and confidence through what he said, through small actions. In short, he wanted to love her in everything!
He sighed and tried to focus his attention for one hundred percent on his work. It had to be beautiful, super beautiful, for Margreet! And then his thoughts about her started again....
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