Split Personality

Split Personality-133

However moody he was and however much disturbing the present situation, when they both reached the river bank, Charakka could not remain without remembering how Evalla let him have her. It was not for her pleasure, he knew, all the time she thought to keep her promise. Even it was not for pleasure, he sensed pleasure in every fibre of her being while he was doing that to her. It was not full-fledged and he could not down his thing more than half because she was not a woman yet but the experience was so much enjoyable to him and he always would remember that.

"This is the place we three read the book written by that Michivako." Showing a place there, Charakka said. "And those are the two rocks where you and your sister sat and talk hours together." Charakka showed the big rocks yonder facing each other. "And you remember dear, this is the place where you made me do that to her. It was so much delicious, so much pleasure-some, do you remember that at all?"

None of that has taken any change in her and he was so much desperate. He did not know what to do if Evalla remained like that. There was another danger also if Evalla has become all her normal self. If it hit her who did that to her parents and her sister, she would not waste a moment and charge on those three rogues like a maddening bull and he very well could guess what would happen next. A gang rape just like her sister and those three could escape from that crime also.

He was thinking furiously what to do. Both those sisters saw Pomya here and Pomya loved them as they were favourites to Amsara. Amsara loved all the people in that family as they were related to his great devotee Michivako that was why he graced Vesavaviri with his fucking while she offered herself as pregnant but her later disobedience towards him caused such a pathetic situation to that family now. How nice it would be Pomya appear to him and guide him? The two girls described about her to him and he heard about her from some other people also.

"Charakka ..." he heard a woman voice low but clear and he turned round to look at that side.

There was sixty years aged woman, with white milky hair and clad in all over white with active small eyes.

"You are Pomya, are not you?" there came a surprising expression into the face of Charakka.

"Yes, I am Pomya" the old woman nodded her head. "I know that you need guidance now. You are thinking so desperately what to do with this girl."

"You are absolutely right Pomya." Looking into the face of Evalla, Charakka said. "Evalla is so much distressed and disturbed. If she is like this there is a problem and if she gets her full senses back there is another problem."

"I can understand that." Pomya's voice was smooth and soothing. "I tell you what to do. Make her forget all about her including her name and leave her in the place where you worked. You know the art of making people forget or remember things. Come to this village then and never try to meet her again until she comes to the village and meets you. You yourself come to know whatever needs to be done then."

"But I did not use it for a long time and I don't think it works out now." With an anxious expression in his face Charakka said.

"You, your father and forefathers have been blessed with special power in their eyes. Just remember how to do that and just do it now. And then do in the way I asked."

"But if these people find me here without Evalla, they don't remain calm....." there was sudden apprehension in the voice of Charakka.

"They cannot do anything, don't worry about them." Pomya's voice was assuring. "Don't let them know about the whereabouts of this girl either. Don't delay anymore. Just do it."

Charakka wanted to talk something more but Pomya was disappeared. Then he turned his head and found Evalla. She stood there with the same blank expression in her face but mumbling something in herself. It was so much inaudible and he could not hear what she was talking.