"He is a witch don't get close to him!"
Pinky gave a confused look. Curiously she asked:
"What are you talking about?"
Traumatized, grandaunt said:
"I caught him red-handed practicing witch craft... he must leave our house immediately before he hurt us!"
Pinky, having found her grandaunt screaming down on a wet floor with scattered pieces of a broken bowl all over the place, obviously had to serve it hot to a stranger who got lucky to be saved by kind arms on his crash arrival in Capricon city.
She yelled angrily:
"How could you be so heartless to hurt a weak grown-up woman?"
From carressing her grandaunt down on the floor, Pinky stood up and instantly pushed Kevin Moore so hard with double hands on his open chest, an impact which diverted his attention from the households he had all his attention on, and turned his thick bearded face, wondering who dared it.
When his eyes met with Pinky's unpreparedly in such a chaotic moment, instantly Kevin felt butterflies all over. His mind stuck in crashing thoughts, heart racing, Kevin held his blink as his eyes grew wide, so amazed.
In an open-mouthed gaze he had his breathe taken away.
Charmed by direct eye contact, slowly, Kevin lifted his hand and gently pulled a hair pin out of Pinky's hair, making the pour loose, horse tail style on her back. Pure black, long with a natural glow, Pinky's hair displayed how extremely beautiful she was.
"You're just as beautiful as my mother when she was still a young mermaid."
In the world of humans, heart under captivity, Kevin Moore sighed his first words, breathing passionately. The sound of his voice and the faint look in his blue eyes was the unwavering desire for a deeper connection with the girl of his age who was standing infront of him.
Hence love at first sight.
However, grandaunt took it personal. To her, the young man's words were the heaviest insult ever given to her granddaughter in her presence. Not the words themselves, but judging him by his shabby appearance which displayed a very poor financial status.
Pulling Pinky by the hand aside to distance her away from him, angrily grandaunt barked:
"Get away from my granddaughter!"
She took steps forward and snatched the hair pin out of Kevin's hand.
"Give it back you bustard!"
Curled Pinky's hair again, twisting it back in its tight former position and fixed the pin back in to hold it. Angry insults kept flowing out of grandaunt's mouth direct to Kevin.
"My granddaughter is not those sluts you're used to playing with! She's decently prepared to marry a billionaire CEO!"
But Kevin was now a prisoner, behind bars of Pinky's heart. Physically, all his attention was drowned to her.
Speechless at the moment, Pinky too had her mind all eaten up by the charming voice and words which a stranger sighed, during a strong eye contact a minute a go.
In the midst of grandaunt's insanity, Pinky kept an affectionate gaze at Kevin Moore. In both their gesture, the world around seemed to be theirs alone, unbothered by the any words of chaos grandaunt was spitting angry towards Kevin.
And as their hearts fluttered,making silent promises and unspoken desires;
"My name is Kevin Moore." Calmly he said.
"Call me Pinky," she replied immediately with a beam.
Their gesture was a blow grandaunt couldn't tolerate when she noticed how both of them kept a deaf ear. In an open-mouthed gaze, abruptly she grabbed Pinky's hand, awaking her from the heart felt dungeons of affection where her mind was held for a meantime.
"It's alright grandaunt, we need to be nice to visitors, he is sick remember!"
An open-mouthed gaze at Pinky, grandaunt couldn't believe her ears. Like a disturbed desert python, raging beyond control, she grabbed Pinky's hand and pulled her more to the side, just a few more steps away to talk to her more privately.
"Sick? Do you see any sickness in him? All I see is a thick bearded witch disgusting to be a nice person here!"
Pinky sighed a deep exhale, grunting, seeing her grandaunt as a confused fella who is just mad beyond limits for nothing.
"We just need to help him like father said."
But grandaunt had another perspective on Kevin after the incident in the room.
"Him! He is not what you think he is! I know what I've seen!"
"Then show me where he hurt you."
"Obviously that witch has succeeded in using his spell on you my daughter! We need to see a native doctor..."
Amidst a disagreement, Pinky on defensive and her grandaunt on the attack, Kevin recalled as shouted.
"My object!"
With curiosity, both turned and looked at him.
"Where's my object at? Can I get it back?"
Aggressively, Kevin Moore began to turn the households upside down. From one room to another, like a mad man, he loitered around looking for an old version scrap computer.
A huge hope to bond with his father incase they meet.
"What is wrong with him?" In a small voice, Pinky wondered.
Seeing Kevin behaving madly, a smile lit on grandaunt's cheeks.
"See what I've been telling you, don't you think an evil spirit has captured him."
Pinky and her grandaunt began to pull ropes. Persistently, grandaunt started to pester Pinky to align with her decision, to send Kevin away from their home, which Pinky stood against.
In the room next door, Kevin saw a television. Growling, he looked at it closely all around. Different color and size and model, he lifted it in his two hands. On a downcast face as he looked at the television:
"What have you done?"
Pinky stood in the door way. She watched the misery in Kevin's eyes while holding a their television in hands. She recalled seeing an old version computer monitor down next to Kevin at the shores when they came for his rescue. Pitifully, she walked slowly, closer to him with a calm voice tone.
"I know where your object is. If you put this back down, I can take you there."
With just looking in Pinky's eyes, Kevin's face softened.Obediently, Pinky assisted him with placing the television down, perfectly well in its previous position. Then after he turned his sorrowful eyes to her. With a kind smile, she held him by the hand.
"Come with me."
In the sign of silence, Kevin and Pinky found their way out of the house while grandaunt stood static at the house entrance, watching both of them leave in a distance. She sighed a relief.
At the foreshore, Pinky and barefooted Kevin arrived. His mind got caught up in thoughts as soon as he saw the water. Beautiful memories of joyful moments shared with his mother filled in.
"Home!"
"Look Kevin!"
Pinky pointed ahead to show him. Luckily, the old computer monitor scrap was where they had left it. And when Kevin saw it, he got at the peak of his excitement. So fast he ran and with two hands, he picked it. Like a new born, he caressed it.
"Won't leave you alone."
Surely happy for him, a smile quirked corners of Pinky's mouth when she noticed how happy Kevin was. Silently, she wondered how possible such a useless computer in its scrap condition, a condition that couldn't fit modern day technology, brought too much joy to such a young man like he had won a multi-million lottery, if he really was in his normal senses.
"Could he be retarded just like grandaunt said?" He can't even shave his thick beard!"
Kevin shouted excitedly from a distance:
"Thank you, Pinky!"
Mentally, as she smiled back at him, Pinky had lingering thoughts, some proposing and others opposing at the sametime. Hence a disturbed mind.
She slapped herself in the face to come back to her senses.
"Could this be love I am feeling?!"
Amid slapping herself on the cheeks twice in a row, Kevin, while he was walking towards her, he saw it and his mind got perturbed in a bit, questioning mentally:
"Might she be sick? Why did she do that?"
At Night:
Later, after darkness had sealed off day light, stars filled the skies, shining so bright. Inside the ramshackled house, four members of a household; grandaunt, Pinky's grandmother, Jonathan and Pinky herself weirdly stared at barbaric Kevin Moore.
Grandaunt had prepared tilapia for dinner in the saucepan was confiscated. On a very serious note, Kevin had stood his grounds, protecting the cooked fish not to be eaten.
"I can't allow you to eat this much innocent!"
Fish in the sea was his best friends and to him, protecting it, defending its rights even though it wasn't alive, was his duty and very normal because in the sea, fish was family. However, here in the human world, what he called family was a good source of protein in the human bodies.
He began to cry loudly, calling humans heartless.