Page 32 of Eyes Like Angel
“I’ve wanted to talk to you for some time now,” I said finally, clutching the paper bag to appease my anxiety climbing all the way to my throat for it dry and my mind to be empty.
She said nothing, but eyeing me with her eyes—her sinful eyes!
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help with that, sir,” she answered, clutching the wooden basket she carried.
I released a soft chuckle. “Not even at least for a moment?”
Her face contorted.
“I’m busy,” she answered.
She strode and stuffed the flyers by the door and the mailboxes. I followed her still, and by the time she went over to the seventh house, she turned around and said, “How long are you going to keep following me?”
“Not until I know your name,” I said willingly, as the burger and fries gone soggy, but glad that the paper bag didn’t thin itself out.
“Maybe you should try to be respectful for once, and stop acting like you’re God,” she snapped, but her voice remained gentle.
I almost laughed at her pout.
Cute.
“I wouldn’t go until I know your name,” I explained nicely. “Please. Who knows, in case you needed help, I’m always here to assist you and your God.”
She scanned me from head to my combat shoes.
“I hate to see a divinely nun such as yourself being exhausted from doing God’s work,” I added, with my eyelashes fluttering.
She muttered something about a ‘devil’s spawn’, as I eyed on a gold“W”embroidered across her chest.
Her pout and her hisses were adorable to witness.
Nevertheless, I was amused at her attempt to avoid me or having me avoiding her. But I wouldn’t go anytime soon.
“I’ll share my name if you share yours,” I insisted nicely again, somewhat teasingly, already drowning into her emerald eyes, sinfully divine and tempted enough to lure me in, and I’m drowning in elation.
When her chapped lips parted open, a voice broke the anticipation.
“Sister Eva,” another nun called. “We will be having a short break. After that, Father Divine needed us shortly!”
My heart leapt.
“Oh. Okay, Sister Lucia,” she said in an innocent tone as the older nun walked away for another distribution. Without her knowing, I slipped my leftover food into her basket behind the stacked flyers and fled.
As she turned back around, I was nowhere to be seen, and I had a genuine smile across my lips, watching afar as she gathered herself to reunited back with a nun, to take a break, hoping she would like burger and fries. Minutes later, while hiding in the bushes with bees swarming over the red roses; she discovered the white paper bag in her basket and opened it, revealing the food content inside.
Peeking through, I watched her consumed everything in a fast chew and swallows to fill in the content. And with that, she threw the paper bag in the trash bin and reunited with the nun and strode back to the gaudy church.
I was miserable hiding myself in.
But…
Most of all, I have come to learn her name like a prayer. A secret prayer that meant to keep forever and forever buried into my grave, tasting this pure and sinless word on my tongue.
Eva.
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