♠ Ira. ♠
The next morning, I woke up with a light head ache and temperature, but I might have over exaggerated it's severity to mum just because I was trying to avoid going to the market.
Mum agreed, seeing as we had no meds or the money to buy some, she just decided I should stay back home and rest. Gladly.
She dressed up and left, leaving me all alone at home.
Finally! Some time to myself lol.
Seeing as there was nothing to do, I brainstormed ideas on how to make money.
Should I go get a job? But where would I find one? And who was willing to hire a 16 year old? Oh God.
I rolled and rolled, lost in thoughts until eventually hunger and tiredness engulfed me in a deep slumber.
~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~I woke up hours later to the sound of someone knocking on the door.
Groggily, I got up and peeped through the curtain to see who was there.
I wouldn't lie, I was quite startled to see Evan. He was dressed in a plain white t shirt, black shorts and clean Nike palm looking handsome as ever.
Hurriedly, I washed my face into a bowl and cleaned the corners of my eye looking at what I had on; I was putting on a black singlet and bum short. Not bad right?
Another knock sounded, seeing as I had no time to wear something more better I rushed to the door and opened it.
His handsome face came into view.
"Evan hi, good afternoon" I said, smiling.
He gave me a once over, his eyes lingering at my chest a little longer as he looked back up at me smiling.
"Hi pretty Ira, I noticed your slippers by the door meaning you are around and I know you always help your mum out at the market so I came to check if everything is okay" he said, looking concerned.
I melted inside.
Aww how kind of him. I blushed shyly.
"Oh, everything is fine; it's just that I'm feeling a little down and I just have a lot on my mind these days so I decided to stay at home and rest" I said.
"Hmm, sorry about that. Do you wanna talk about it? I'm always here to listen yunno?" He smiled.
"Uhm thank you, I appreciate that" I said
"Sure, so should I come in or..?"
"Oh! Uhm about that, I would have invited you in but like we don't really have any chairs, just our mat, and I don't want you to sit on the floor" I said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"That's okay, you can come to my place and we can sit and talk, I'f you'd like"
"Umm.. sure, lemme just lock the door" I said, turning to hook the door with the bolt.
I wore my slippers and walked closer to him, smiling as he took my hand in his as we began the short stroll to his side.
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Safely inside his house, I couldn't believe how beautiful it looked. Wow!
His house was a self con, and looked really beautiful. Although it was still the same environment, the houses were divided into 'batcha' and 'self con' and he lived in the self con area but often visited his friend who stayed in one of the batchas near our house, explaining how we usually saw each other.
It was decorated with fancy neon lights, and he had cool music playing through the speakers and also had a lot of fancy things and paintings. And also a fan.
It was just so beautiful and nice.
We sat side by side on his cool comfy bed and he urged me to open up to him and confide in him.
"So, what's been bothering you?" He asked, playing with my fingers a bit.
"Well, it's just that.. I dunno, life's just really really hard I guess. And I just wanna make it out of here and help myself and my mum as well, but I don't even know how" I muttered cracking up a bit..
He nodded, urging me to go on whilst giving me a small encouraging smile.
"I.. I really wanna change my story, I don't know, is it to look for a job? Or to start something? Even if I wanted to start something where would I even get the money from? And who would employ me? Oh Evan, life's so so hard" I whispered, breaking down in tears.
"Hey, it's okay don't cry shhh" he said, hugging me.
Being in his arms felt so good that I just gave in and let him hold me. Plus he smelled so nice.
The tears I had been holding in for too long poured out, and I cried in loud choking sobs.
"I'm just so tired, I've really suffered Evan, some days we even go to bed without any food, and I don't even know who my dad is, not like I want to even know because the monster abandoned me! Abandoned us" I whispered, feeling the tears roll down, prolly soaking up his shirt.
"It's okay, it's okay, he didn't deserve you, you're so special Ira, you're beautiful and hardworking and kind. You deserve the world yunno?" He said, stroking my back and kissing the top of my head.
We stayed like that for a little while longer, until eventually he pulled away to look at me.
"Cute Ira, don't cry again hmm? You ruin your pretty face" he said teasingly, wiping my tears away. I smiled, blushing a bit as he stared at me intensely.
Feeling nervous I asked, "what?"
He smiled and shook his head.
"You know you don't really have to suffer like this right?" He asked, looking so serious.
I furrowed my brows, not understanding what he meant.
"What do you mean?"
"You know you can use what you have to get what you want right?"
"How so? Please stop speaking in riddles and just explain" I said, exasperatedly.
He laughed a little and shook his head.
"Don't worry, we'll talk about that later, come and eat and rest first" he said.
I stared at him hard eventually giving in. I felt so hungry and was sure whatever he had to say could wait a little longer although I felt so curious.
I smiled and nodded, he smiled back and got up.
He dished fried rice with chicken for me and also a bottle of mirinda, which I devoured within minutes. I had another helping afterwards I felt satisfied and thanked him profusely for the food. He casually waved it away and told me to relax so we could watch a film.
I agreed, wondering how this day could get any better. Lol.
He settled next to me on the bed after playing a movie on his laptop and we relaxed in silence enjoying the film.
But little did I know, what was about to happen next.
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