Must Read: THE THORN ON MY FLESH - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Must Read: THE THORN ON MY FLESH - Season 1 - Episode 9

She is one of those girls that were looking at me… a teenage girl. I guess she is less than eighteen. But she seems to have a big stature.

She is gorgeously and decently dressed.

Reluctantly I receive the white handkerchief.

“That you so much, Miss.” I flash a smile at her.

“Don’t mention, sir.” She smiles timidly, “ I wonder why you are sitting here alone.”

“You mean me?” I reveal my face from the cleaning with a welcoming smile.

“Yes,” she affirms shyly, “why not sit close to the more lively area over there.” She points towards the set of seats next to their gathering.

“Oh, nothing. Never mind,” I smile, “this very spot is my favourite; Perhaps it’s because of the palm tree behind here. The air feels more refreshing here too… by the way, what’s the name of this young princess?”
“I’m Shewa.”

“That name really befits you, you know…” I say simply with a questioning look.

“Thanks … Anyway, my sister actually asked me to give you the handkerchief.”

“Really? Who is your sister?”

“She is the fair lady on a purple top and a pink bandanna.”

I look straight to confirm the person. I am stunned to realize that it’s the lady that just caught my heart. She diverts her face somewhere else the moment I look towards her.

“Please, can you help me tell your sister I would like to thank her personally?”

“Yeah, why not,” says the girl, enthusiastically. She immediately waves into the air when the least I expect from her is to go whisper to her ears.

The lady sees the gesture, and she pats the girl that is seated beside her on the shoulder. The lady springs to her feet and adjusts her wears.

Shewa ascertains that she is really calling her; not the other lady.

Then she takes to her feet elegantly and the other lady sits back slowly. I guess she is really embarrassed, for she supports her cheeks with her two hands while she stares gloomily at her friend.

As the lady walks closer, my heart drums loudly and my eyelids seem to dance to the rhythms. I mean my eyes are really fluttering. She appears more beautiful than what I was seeing from afar.

At that moment her sibling begin to walk away.

I quickly call her back and thank her once more. When my heart-throb reaches me I tell her I appreciate her good gesture.

She wears that killing smile again and says: “Don’t mention. I just felt obliged to do that.”

Wow! Her voice sounds very pleasant. And funny enough the voice might not be thrilling for singing; maybe I should try her. I also like a girl that has a nice singing voice. My late Jumoke was the only girlfriend that is endowed with that so far.

“Are you into music?” I am forced to ask her.

“Why did you ask?” She beams.

“I think I’m just curious.”

She seems to be pulsing her lips invitingly while turning her catchy eyeballs. It’s like she is searching for the right way to answer me.
“I wonder if you can sit here for a moment,”
I show her the chair across my seat, “that is … if you wouldn’t mind.”