I sit on a plastic stool sipping on a glass of juice as I look around at the crowds flocking around the shops on Commercial Street hoping to see Michael who had gone to find a shop selling Kolapuries. The scorching heat had drained me out. So here I am under a tarpaulin sitting out at a small shop, drinking some sathukudi juice to hydrate.
I sense someone's presence and look up. I see a man wearing coolers, cargo shorts and a polo standing next to me. Ignoring the stranger I look back at my juice. I feel a hand brush against me. This time the guy is standing closer to me. At first, he stares into the shop, but then turns his attention to me. Consciously I place my hand in front of my top pressing the neck to my skin. He asks me something in Kanada. I only comprehend the word "Name" from it. Getting a bad vibe from him, I turn my back to him. He calls me pretty lady making me roll my eyes. Then I hear footsteps, and I get ready to stand. A hand is placed on my shoulder. I swing around on my heel ready to throw a punch only to startle the intruder.
"Wow wow! Layschips are you okay?" Michael asks holding his right hand out. I look behind him to see the man still staring at me. I look back at Michael and nod. "Yes," I lie not wanting to cause trouble. Michael looks behind and sees the man. Scared he might say something, I grab his shoulder. He looks back at me, and simply sits on the stool beside mine. Ironically my heart tightens in disappointment. I look back at the man who grins at me. Why didn't Michael say anything?
Oh, stop being dramatic."Lalama sit." I silently nod and sit. I don't know what I was thinking. Michael doesn't really fight. He isn't one for drama. Neither am I but Ughh.
Michael then does something surprising. He throws his hand behind me and wraps it around my shoulders. I look at him. He tells me something in Kanada and he says it a little loud. Emphasising the word "darling" which is all I understand from that sentence because I barely remember the language. I can't help but blush. I look back at the stranger and I see him walking away. Michael doesn't remove his hand, however. He doesn't even look at that guy. Instead, he pulls me closer making me embarrassed. "Michael people are watching," I whisper sipping on my juice to avoid eye contact.
"I know," he casually says. Is he jealous?
Don't have fat hopes will ya?
Despite liking this sudden closeness, I pull back considering we are in public and not in Australia. I quickly start gulping on my juice so we can leave this crowded place. The last thing I need right now is to have a wheezing attack. But soon I regret drinking so fast because I end up swallowing a seed which makes me choke and start coughing. Michael pats my head and starts laughing, "Slow down, what's the hurry uh?"
I pout and pull away from him. I drink the juice slowly this time and finish it. Michael takes the glass and hands it back to the shopkeeper. I stand up ready to leave. "Can we go back to the villa?" He shakes his head. "But it's soooooooo hot and my shoes hurt," I whine refusing to leave the shade. Michael simply smiles and digs through the plastic bag he has been holding. He pulls out a turtle hat and places it on my head. "I thought you went for Kolapuries?"
"Sit."
"What?"
"Sit down Layla," he orders making me frown. I nod and sit. He takes out a new white pair of slippers from the bag. I look at him in disbelief. Awww. He holds my ankle and removes my shoe before sliding the slipper on my feet. "This solves the shoe issue... Oh and-" he slips his hand in his pocket and pulls out a plaster. My heart melts and I stare at him with tears in my eyes. He places a bandaid on my shoebite and says, "All good now." Standing up, he dusts himself and holds out his hand. "Come di, we have many more streets to explore. I still need to find those Kolapuries!"
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Don't Let Me Go <A Paranormal love story>(Wattpad Only)
ParanormalWhat Layla thinks is a research visit for her Fiance's book turns out to be a secret search for his lover. Layla is shattered by this news with only two weeks away from their wedding. But they say if you love something you need to set it free right...