MY FORTY YEAR OLD BOYFRIEND

David

As I walked towards public transportation after closing the cafe, the cold winter breeze brushed my skin. We were both fatigued and done for the day, so it was time for me and Peter to go home. Lisa accompanied Peter in his car because they live on the west side of town.

I made quick strides towards the bus stop because I didn't have a car. After my husband died unexpectedly, I didn't have enough money to pay my bills, so I had to sell my car and a tiny property my husband owned in his village.

Because there was a significant quantity of cash in my handbag, I pulled it even further to my chest. I don't want to miss the deadline for paying the school fee, which is tomorrow.

As I neared the bus terminal, I observed that it was deserted, which is unusual in such a popular location. Because the icy wind was killing my eardrums, I had to instantly cover them with my hoodie. I had my handbag clutched even securely than usual. I excitedly anticipated the bus, which was running late as usual. A young man, maybe in his twenties, ran into the bus stop after approximately two minutes, as though the bus was leaving and he needed the driver to stop it. Because he moved so near to me, I almost tripped over his shoulders.

He had a vile odour about him. I stepped back and gave him a hard gaze. He suddenly produced a sharp object from his pockets and pointed it at me.

As I looked at the object in his hands, which was glittering brighter than necessary under the street light, I opened my mouth wide. The knife has a razor-sharp edge to it.

He tightened his teeth and drew himself as close as he could to me "I'll stab you in the stomach with this knife if you don't give me your bag. I'd like you to place your luggage on the floor quietly, and I'd like you to raise your hands high in the air. This is nothing new to me as a fleeing criminal "He replied matter-of-factly.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, Jesus!!

I prayed quietly and looked around.

"Can't you see that you shouldn't be looking around? Drop the bag and be silent, because I'm a well-known thief who despises disobedience."

As I looked at the young man, instead of being enraged or terrified, I felt sympathy; I knew he was prepared to murder me if I didn't obey his instructions, so I quietly dropped the bag and raised my hands.

In a matter of minutes, all of my hard work, as well as the money I've earned over the last month, would be gone.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but they couldn't soften the heart of the young thief.

I waited for the thief's reaction like a fool for a few seconds, not daring to scream in this position and instead staring at him blankly. As he reached for the bag, I could feel my heart throbbing in its shell.

Suddenly From behind me, a husky voice said, "Drop the knife or I'll shoot you." When I looked into the thief's eyes, they were filled with horror.

"No, don't get too close, or I'll pierce her stomach with this knife," the thief warned as he yanked my wrist towards him.

I screamed aloud, convinced that help was on the way. I was dragged along by the robber, but the pressure on my wrist was too much for me, and I fell to my knees. The harsh concrete surface virtually destroyed my bones. As the two men stood immobile with their weapons in their hands, I grunted in pain.To block out the piercing pain in my joints, I attempted to close my eyes as hard as I could.

"Just drop the knife and leave the lady," the husky voice cried again, but the thief refused.

While frightening the man with the gun, the thief tugged my hair. I felt as if I was about to die in the hands of one of these men for a little minute. From head to toe, I could feel my entire body was drenched in sweat.Regardless of who had come to my help, the new man blasted his gun into the air.

As I rolled down on my face, I could feel some of the tiny stone particles grinding against my skin, piercing my cheeks and causing me to cry in pain.

I moaned in pain, "OUCH!, holy jesus!"As I slowly look up, trying to process what's going on around me, I notice the saviour leaping upon the thief.He began pounding the thief in the face until he surrendered. As I cautiously stood up, I noticed blood seeping from the thief's mouth."Oh my god!" I exclaimed since I had never seen somebody bleed like that before.

"Leave him alone!" I said. "Poor boy, please leave him alone!" I was genuinely concerned for the little thief.

The man threw a surprising look at me.

It's completely dark now, and I can't make out his features under the streetlights. The man moved closer to me after making sure the thief couldn't move.He asked, nonchalantly, "Are you all right?" I turned my gaze to him and caught a glimpse of his features. I inhaled deeply, since I hadn't seen such a handsome man since my late husband. His eyes twinkled when he smiled, and the appeal of his personality was indescribable."I am," I responded as I struggled to stand up."Thank you very much, I don't know how to thank you, genuinely sir, I would have given this bag to him if you hadn't come in time," I murmured as he helped me stand.

"Where's your car?" he finally inquired."I take the bus every day," I explained as I straightened my hair and dressed properly."Oh, I understand," he said as he showed me his fine car, which I assumed was expensive since it was enormous. "Why don't you come along with me, I can drop you off at your apartment," he said as he showed me his fancy car, which I assumed was expensive because it was large. I'm not really interested in the names of these automobiles. Unfortunately, I have a bad habit of not reading the newspaper.I said, wiping the dust from my face and clothes, "No, thank you very much." "However, I'll take a taxi because it's not that far away.""Miss, you appear to be very tired..., so let me drop you home" he paused a little as if asking for my name."Angelina," I said, extending my hand.

"How about you?" I said something, and he had an odd reaction.

"David, my name is David," he said, a little amused.

What's the source of his laughter?

"Shouldn't we contact the cops on this thief?" I stated this as I gazed at the poor man laying in a pool of blood."Yes, in a second," .He took out his most recent iPhone and dialled some number  right away."Hey Ryan, it's me, huh, I'm about CBD, yeah, there's a thief who harassed my friend Angelina here, good thanks," he continued, conversing casually with the police chief."Do you know who the cops that well?" I inquired innocently..

"Yes, I know them well and I assumed you'd be familiar with me as well," he said.

My brain made a connection.

He's most likely a well-known figure, and he was surprised that I didn't recognise him.

"I'm sorry, but I don't read newspapers," I admitted hesitantly.