With his mouth agape, the man looked at the lady hugging him. Eventually, she loosened up and started playing the guitar.
"Wow," he said astoundingly.
Recovered from his amazement, he took advantage of the moment to get away from her.
While he was walking, there were strange looks on the faces of the people he encountered. It seemed like there were something weird going on behind him. He felt they were making fun of him. He didn't want that kind of attention from anyone else. Had it not been for the fact that he still could not believe what had just happened, he probably hit those people already.
He was on his way home when suddenly, "On anirem?" (Where are we going?) He sprang out of shock when someone spoke behind him—the woman with the gray wings.
"What the hell are you doing here? I already gave you that guitar, I don't have anything else like that," he said, trying not to reveal that he was still nervous about the girl's presence.
She just ignored him and gently caressed the guitar. "Ets molt amable, Mortal," (You are very kind, Mortal) she said and smiled at him. He knew how sincere that smile was. Perhaps she thanked him for handing the guitar?
He just kept on walking and didn't care about her following him.
'She doesn't seem dangerous.'
'Perhaps she's a cosplayer?'
'But why was she floating up there a few minutes ago? Maybe she has a harness, I didn't notice because I was too nervous?'
'WHY IS HER LANGUAGE DIFFERENT? This girl would be dead if I found out that she was just making fun of me.' He is troubled that he couldn't believe and couldn't explain what happened.
"Nice!"
"What a hot young lady, e?"
"Would you like to join me, mademoiselle? Let me make you happy."
Antecedently, he had heard the mistreatment inflicted on his companion by the idlers they passed or the drug addicts they encountered on the road. He was just restraining himself from punching those bastards in the face. His mind was too occupied which is why he wasn't in the mood to fight.
"We're going to heaven. You're already dressed like an angel, it's a shame if we don't make the most of it."
"Bona nit," (Good evening to you too) the girl responded repeatedly while strumming the guitar. What does that mean?
"Don't ward off us anymore, Miss. You'll also love what we're going to do," says the man who now walks beside the gray-winged woman.
"Are you going to stop harassing her or am I going to end your life now?" He could not help but to engage with the two people behind him. He has been irritated by the men approaching her.
She glanced at him because of his sudden halt and unexpected discourse.
"Sorry, I didn't know she's with you, M. Anyway, I'll go first. Sorry again!" the man stumbled as he bid goodbye.
"You...why are you wearing that?! Too little!" he involuntarily exclaimed to her. She stared at him and walked after him. She didn't even bother to respond, thinking perhaps they couldn't understand each other because of the different languages they both use.
"Casa teva?" (Is this your home?) she said looking at the two-story building in front of them.
"Go away. I'm already here. Go home." Even if he knew she wouldn't understand, he spoke to the woman anyway. "Alright, you better go. It's already late, I'll rest now." He tried to drive her away again.
"Keep it. Don't give it back," he says, referring to his jacket he had her wear earlier.
"You can keep that." He noticed that she did not move where she stood.
When she still didn't budge, he turned his back on her and entered their house.
He went straight to his room. He was so worn out by what happened tonight. Aside from the fact that his body was tired of fighting all day, the unbelievable things he saw a few hours ago added to that. The floating lady with gray wings and dark halos. The unfamiliar language she used. Her terrifying and fiery red eyes. The thought of the enormous possibility that the woman in a costume was just making fun of him.
He was terribly shocked when he found her sitting in his bedroom.
"What are you doing here?! How did you get in?!" he asked her in disbelief as his eyes widened and the index finger of his trembling hand was pointed at the girl's face.
"Its tan lento," (You are so slow) she said while smiling with mockery. She was sitting in his small bed. Her hands are on the guitar as if she was ready to strum it.
The moment he recovered from the shock, he tried to send her home before his sister saw her. But eventually he had to let her stay there for now. No matter how hard he tries, they don't understand each other. Every time he guided her out of the door, she refused and went back to sit on his bed.
He was forced to sleep on the floor of his room because she was on his bed.
Even though he was very tired, he couldn't get a good night's sleep. What if she's a thief? Maybe a murderer? He needs to watch over her because the fact that he is letting a stranger into their home is so dangerous.
"What if she's a rapist? Then..." he stopped in the middle of his thoughts. He hugged his own body while he looked at her with wide eyes.
After strumming the guitar for the last time, her eyes which had been fixed on the guitar turned to him briefly.
'Looks like she didn't hear me,' thought the young man. He sighed as his little nervousness went away at the thought that she did not hear what he murmured.
She looked like she was tired as well because she put the guitar on the side of the bed.