The Artist And The Atheist

| 6 | A CALL TO DEATH |

بسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
In The Name Of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful

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"Could you not find a more elevated spot to sit?"

She looks up at the thick branches of the mulberry tree adorned with lush green leaves. The sunlight pours down on her figure, but the branches spread over, and the leaves join together protectively, bestowing their shade over her.

Her lazy gaze travels back to him. "I could've, but I decided to just sit on this boulder wrapped by these tree roots," Wafa says nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders in response.

Kyle playfully narrows his eyes, then settles himself on the ground, his back facing her, sitting cross-legged while munching. "I thought you went to pray." He says, looking ahead.

"I forgot my hijab. Sofia went to get to it."

(headcover)

Both sit in calm silence, etching the scenic pulchritude.

Yes. Whatever happens, even on the plane, this woman has always remained consistent. He thinks. I wonder what she finds in it and why relief embarks on her when she finishes.

The tow-color of the daffodils gleam under the sunlight. The zephyr lightly blows around them and causes the yellow-colored flowers to sway. The serene sounds of waves that thrash over each other hit their eardrums.

"You know, when you are sitting with someone, you ask them if they'd like to eat whatever you are eating," The brown-haired girl eyes the small bottle lying on his lap. "It's a basic courtesy."

Vincent side glances at her, then with a curled lip, he lazily throws the bottle at her, which she catches in mid-air. With a grateful smile, she mumbles thanks to the charcoal-haired man.

"I didn't know we'd have such a serene place near the concert venue," Wafa expresses as she opens the lid and takes out a handful of mixed dry fruits, having dried apricots, raisins, almonds, and dried coconuts, then throws the container back on his lap. "It's literally a five-minute walk away."

"It is near the countryside." The charcoal-haired man remarks. "Of course, the beauty would be prepossessing."

"I think it's the first time Seiga is renting a place in Vermont."

"It's more of an experiment," Kyle states lazily. His eyes focus on the half-cracked shell of the peanut as his fingers try to break it completely.

"Huh?" Wafa tilts her head and knits her brows together.

"Recently, Seiga took over eight to ten resorts here in Vermont-"

"Did they buy the entire state?" The vocalist deadpans, cutting her friend's talk.

The other vocalist chuckles upon hearing his bandmate. He turns to her. "With all the power and fortune, I wouldn't be surprised if they buy it. Also, taking over some resorts is no big deal for the organization. And besides," He speaks with a dismissive wave of his hand. "us doing a show here means more profit in business for Seiga."

"How so?"

"Think about it; people will come here for our shows. They might even stay for a day to explore the beauty. But where will they stay for the night?"

Wafa nods her head. "The resorts with discounted prices." Her lips curl up from the corners. "Clever, I must say."

"Our show will be in less than a month, and by then, spring will be at its peak, which means more audience for our show and more tourism in Vermont. A perfect vacation." Kyle coolly finishes with a smirk.