"Now, he will take forever to have him here."
He looked. The view was plain aside for the beaten sepulchres washed by the rage of rain and insane sun. The strength was odd and if he had no idea of the fact that the tombs were carved from rocks, he probably would had said that the sepulchres would collapse the next day.
He had been waiting for Ja Lia. He had looked and tiptoed for all he cared. There was nothing to show for. He wasn't even in the spotlight. Probably he had even forgotten that they would be meeting or he might be hanging out with some ladies. He of course was so given to ladies.
The tongue of the sun was latching on him. He wished he could hide somewhere. He was afraid of entering one of the sepulchres. He could never cope with the fear of a ghost appearing to him. He believed in the concept of ghosts and he did believe strong
"Keep walking, Lia, will catch up soon." He wasn't sure if he heard him. Ja Lia seemed to be really in a haste. He didn't know why though but twas kinda a plus to him. He loved to have it that way. He changed his route and edged towards the lady he had seen earlier. She was standing under a tree after he had called at her. He didn't know why she had chosen to be there. He walked briskly. He looked at his front occasionally to be sure that Lia was not looking at the back. He saw him look back and halted. He didn't seem to had looked at him but twas better for him to be sure. Ja Lia kept on walking till he was lost to the height of the hay. He couldn't see him any more and that was the best time for him to have his way with the lady. He arrived before her and was met by
"You're better than the first." She dropped away. Like climbed off from him. She rolled on the berth beside him and heaved a super long sigh. He didn't know what that meant. Probably twas that of relief or nothing even close to that. He was staring blankly at the roof of the hut. Several things were running through his mind. He had been kicking them aside for a while but knew that he could never keep to that. He would have to keep letting some things slide. That was the best option at the moment. "The first?" That seemed to make sense to him suddenly. What did she mean by that? "Yes! The first man is so skilled but has no long stock as yours." He wanted to laugh at that. Not at the fact that she was acknowledging that his p
"Help me, help me. Hope he doesn't chew me raw." He muttered as he dragged towards Ja Lia's house. It seemed more like a ritual to have a tree in the front of all the houses in the village. Hardly would you go to a house without a tree planted probably few metres away from the huts. He would still have to make quite the researches on it to understand what give birth to it. He knew that twas more than the ordinary. Back in China, they don't fancy things like that. The only thing they could never toss aside was were their private spiritual places. Beyond that, they would never take other things seriously. Also, their cultures did have a special place in their hearts. He did wish that the fellows living in his present place had cultures. He couldn't point at an act as their culture. They seemed really loose. A typical person could come up with an idea. If such idea
"That crazy lady must pay." He kept on walking as though he was going to make the earth split. That was nothing close to what he did have in his mind. He was raging and boiling. He felt like some Voluptuous volcano which had been made to mar the rocks which by birth had been pompous to it. He didn't know how long twould take him to get to her place but he would get there. His eyes were hurting, his heart aching. He would fiddle with almost everything but his siblings. That would be more than crazy for him: to be the eldest and have no relevance. How belittling that would be. The day was bright. Super bright. The apt azure was clean and few clouds were hanging about the business of the hay for the day. The sun was stealing a lusty look from the heights. She seems to be basked in mood that lackluster but had no one to tell her that.
"What in the wide world." She smiled at him again. It seemed as though she had smiled at him in the first place and he had ignored, but that time he didn't know if he would be courageous enough to ignore again. He wished he would be. He tried to concentrate and looked away from her. She seemed too hot to be ignored. He could feel her heat over his body even without moving closer to see. She was some real Psychopath to had done that at that time. Hell! He kept muttering to himself to be sane. He needed to be. He kept telling him to ignore and concentrate on what he had come there for. He didn't think that would be way easy for him to do. But he would try it. The more he tried the weaker he seemed. He didn't want to give up trying. He should be able to fight the feelings as the eldest of the family
"What the fuck was he thinking?" He kept on walking. It seemed as though he was going to go insane. That was what seemed to be happening to him. He saw nothing odd about it. No! Twas odd of course. He shouldn't feel that way. No! He should. That was how confused he was. He didn't know why he felt that sad, bitter and violated. He was feeling like he owned the lady and should be the only one who should have an access to her. That should be some truth though but he wasn't sure if he was making real sense. His heart ache heavily and it seemed as though he was hurting himself more than he was helping. Was he even helping. Yup! He tried to help. By leaving there. If he hadn't left that place, he probably would had done what he wasn't supposed to do and that probably would had led to what would be suicidal or he might regret at the latter days. He didn't
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!" He could make that into series of songs but that wasn't the best time for it. He was more than confused. He was trying not to be vexed. Even if he was vexed there was nothing he could had done about it. He was skeptical. Didn't they seem him. Alright, let's assume that they had been or were blinded by the rage of smoke, didn't they feel like they were trampling on something? How crazy and dimwitted they were. If he hadn't been conscious of his position on the floor, they would probably had crushed his testicles. He should probably be dead from the pain which did complement the horror of the aforementioned. He was more than vexed but there was simply nothing he could do about. He tried standing. He wasn't himself anymore. He was hoping that all would be well again
"You thought I'll be gone away from you for life like for real?" He didn't know what to say. She seemed glad and like she was enjoying the best of the moment. He was raged but knew that he could never do anything. He was more like a specimen and should begin to admit to that fact. He looked at her. She was smiling. He needed no soothsayer to tell him what and how to go about what he was feeling. Her eyes were lit and the smile was so rich. She hadn't just done it from a snare. She had thought of it before doing it. That was some witchery. He tried not to remember the effect of what she had done to him. The hand she had placed on his forehead. He was trying to pretend that twas no real thought he knew quite well that twas more than real. He looked away from her and tried to sort his thoughts and make them into s