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Chapter 2-- Rescue II

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Rescue II

Bintu pov:

   The sound of someone moving alerted me that I had to stop in my tracks.
  
     "Father" I called as I glanced side by side to sure and wary of my surroundings.
  
     "Yes" he answered me as he reajusted the position of the man on shoulder.
  
      "Someone is coming , we should run" I advice just when the steps sounded closer.
    
    A small squirrel came into view just as I was about to be on my heels.
 
      "Women , women" my dad said as he walked ahead of me.
    
     I do not understand the logical meaning behind his words , I was simply just doing my work .
   
    How am I supposed to know it is not a human approaching I wondered in my head as I looked at my father who was walking for ahead of me .
   
    I ran to catch up with him and stopped directly beside him while painting loud to catch my breath.
 
      "Did I not tell you that girls are not suppose to  running like mad people"My father said as he looked at me .
 
       "Nobody will marry you like this" he added again .
  
       "I  was just trying to catch up" I defended myself as I glanced at the man on my father's shoulder.
    
      He ignored me and continued walking as I strolled beside him trying to keep up with the fast pace.
  
       I looked over at the man again and it got me wondering what on earth will bring someone like him here.
   
      Where he is from? because he doesn't dress like us also hair is black  which resembled that of his eyes , his hair is platted which is also weird as most if the men and boys in Zoma village like to go bald or low cut.
   
       "Why are you stopping, you want yo sleep here I can see" my father said as I noticed that I stopped in my tracks lost in thoughts.
   
       We quitely walk together in the quiet surrounding of Zoma , nobody is outside as evening has start to approach, there is this tale all over Zoma that parent tell their children from an infant age.
     
     I can clearly still remember when my mother told me that " when ever you go cut in the evening , Zoma masquerade will eat you alife".
     
    This makes all the children scared and as evening start to approach no one is seen outside.
    
     I still do not know how true that tale is as I have never experimented it.
   
    The view of a mud houses came into view as we passed by to our house.
    
    The ground is muddy as it has been raining more than frequently these past months.
    
     The mud house with a bamboo door and bamboo roofing came into view allocated in a corner alone.
   
      I sigh in relieve as I made my way through the door.
    
     My father extended his long legs and used it to open the door before entering.
   
      He went forward into the small compound and dropped the man on the mat made of bamboo right at the center of the small compound.
 
       "Ahh my whole neck feels sore"My father said as he extended his calloused hands  and massaged his neck.
    
     Anyone witnessing my father will barely recognized he is of old age.
    
     Even at such age , he still wrestles and wins which makes him feared and respected in the village.
  
       "You are back" A short woman in her mid-fortys exited from a mud room with a bamboo door.
   
       "We just returned mother" I answered her as I sat down on the floor to rest.
  
        "And who is that"she asked as she approached the man laying motionless on the bamboo mat.
    
      "We  found him in the forest and decided to help" I said

        "You bought a stranger for help!" My mother started panicking .

        "My house,my choice" My father said as he sits on a wooden chair near me.
   
     My husband , what am trying to say is that we could get in trouble" my mother said as she approached my father.
  
      "And what do you think people will say when they saw us entering the forest , if anyone  see him , we will be the first suspect" My  father  explained reasonably to my worried mother.
  
      "Father is right" I susponed my father.
  
     "Did I not tell you not to talk when your elders are speaking,all you do is  eat food while people your age are already married,you are 23 while Raliya just entered 21 and got married yesterday" My mom started bantering at me.
  
      "Is my marriage, my choice" I lowly mumbled under my breath copying his earlier words.
    
   "You've  been sending away all the suitors coming for you" my father said.

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