Wild Children

In absence of words she prays. Her heart lightening, her soul strengthening. She ends in the name of the Son.

Neva unveils her eyes. Gazing sideways she finds his deep gaze secure, attempting to burrow his curious mind into her heart.

"Let's leave. Shall we?" She reveals a small smile, having his lips curve up sweetly.

He nods in response to her, "Okay."

She grabs the bags placed on the ground, consequently he follows, picking up the ones he previously had.

As they approach the entrance, through the door Rhett sees some shadows, peeking their heads out the yew-trees. He raises his brows as faint giggles echoes round the silent atmosphere.

Sensing no harm he keeps walking ahead.

Just then a tight grip on his arm catches his heed on the woman by his side.

Neva starts breathing heavily, her heart beats rapid. Her being overcoming with fear of noises out of nowhere. The sudden tiny shadows which she assumes to be pretty creepy at this hour after twilight. She had even discovered a graveyard not afar from the Church facing west.

"It's fine. Just some mischievous kids." He assures caressing her hand. Neva nods knowingly, but swallows anxiously. Triggered as the night before flashed in her eyes.

As they get as far as the entrance of the compound. Five children, all boys, in aims of startling the couple jumbs out with a thump before them.

"Boo!!!" Altogether they shout aloud.

Neva flinches very badly, really sensitive at the moment she drops the bags on the ground. Her hands clasping her heart. Dizzy because of the sudden andrenaline rush.

Rhett on the contrary did not flinch a muscle, instead he gets furious.

Neva had already been troubled enough the whole day, yet these brats amuses themselves by playing pranks on her.

"Get the Hell out!" He growls at the children, frustrated. Worriedly he then rubs Neva's stiffened back, in aims of calming her down.

"I-I'm fine." Reading the scene, embarassed she gathers herself. She starts to collect the bags carelessly thrown away on the ground.

"Let me." Rhett says, having her hands free, picking the tossed bags. He geta the ones left in Neva's hands. Offering to carry them all himself.

Just then a loud cry of a boy cuts through the sober air.

Neva astonished glances at the child. Then follows loud, deafening cries one after another. Neva terrified of their sudden behaviour panics. At this point, couple of them seems to be crying for fun.

"God they are loud." With busy hands Rhett covers his ears, irritated eyes conveying bitterness at the gaggle.

"Why are you still here? Scram!" His yells only accompanies the cries to get deafeningly loud.

"Rhett you are scaring them." Neva lours at him, she bends a little to match the shorter bunch.

"Please don't cry. We are sorry." She softly cooes, hoping for the children to quiet down.

Rhett unbothered stands there, his arms crossed, his face cold.

The wild unruly children obeys no words of Neva's as they continue crying aloud. The people around might truly misread the scene. Perhaps even mistake them as kidnappers.

Boy would that be bad. She can't leave them, crying by themselves. An idea strikes in her head, she snatches the jute bags from Rhett's hands taking the man aback.

"Please don't cry. See I have gifts. If you stop crying I will present each of you one." She anticipates their reaction, as if on cue all of them ceases their weeps.

"Do you like toys?" She asks holding out a unicorn stuff toy. She smiles as they very eagerly nod. They sniff and harshly wipe off their face stained with tears.

Neva fishes out different stuff animals for them. She gives one a unicorn, the other one a tiger.

Rhett could not take it in anymore.

"I won them for you!" Displeased, seemingly heartbroken he asserts himself.

The two kids with their gifts holds the toys protectively close to the chest. While the remaining one's gets anxious for they want one as well.

"We have plenty." She glances at him.

"No we don't! They are all gone." He persists irritated at the kids. They probably planned it, unruly brats.

Neva purses her lips, holding back a smile.

"You said they are mine and I could do whatever I wish." She counters back having his mouth fold close.

He did not like it at all. Nonetheless he does not dare say a thing. Not wanting to come off as a man who goes back to his words.

She hands them one after another of the toys. A cat, a racoon and the last one a teddy bear.

Neva's heart warms up, giddy smiles and happy eyes replacing their bawling features.

"Thank you sister!" The little boys, gleaming for the start of the year presented them such favour exclaims, thankful of the good stranger. Pleased now they run away to home.

She glances at her sulking man. Smiling she holds out her hand, gladly he accepts intertwining their fingers.

The scenery hushed and unlighted. They saunter accross the grim fields towards their homestay cottage.