Chapter 5 Neighbor

CHAPTER 05

Mokira gets to know his new neighbor a little better, who disturbs him by her resemblance to a person who is dear to him.

I walk quietly in the street to reach my home. I am so irritated that I could punch the first guy who would push me if I did not keep my cool. I still feel the bitter taste of my dirty deed from last time. I've got the rage. And to think it's not over yet and I have to keep going if I want to see her again. Fix our problems and leave. Go far away and start a new life... I was deep in thought when something hit my back. I stopped instantly.

"Oh. Damn it! Excuse me. I wasn't looking where I was going."

At the same time I recognize the voice of the other bitch.

"Really? I say to her without turning to face her."

"Seriously."

That kid! That one, what does she still want from me? I can't believe it. I spent all week avoiding her and here I am again with her today. Yes, I did everything to avoid her.

After our last meeting, I preferred to put some distance between us. It's better this way. I wonder what she must think of my attitude towards her. I admit that it was rude not to have returned her greeting but, I didn't really feel like talking... And above all, I don't want her to interfere in my life, to know who I am and what I do. She has to stay away from me.

I couldn't help but turn around and look at her incredulously. I bet she bumped into me on purpose. I guess I shouldn't have...

She has this way of looking at me with sparks in her eyes, like a thousand stars are shining in them.

That girl...

I quickly look away, and hurry home, leaving her on the sidewalk. Arrived at home, I put my things in my room and leave to take a good shower... I have to calm down. It was nothing. Finally, I believe.

"Shit. What is happening in my head there?" I blown. "This kid..."

I stay a good moment under the shower in order to cool down and to clear my thoughts. I finally get out of the shower. As soon as I finish getting dressed, my phone vibrates; a sign that it is a message received.

"You really think you can do this? Give me a break." Unknown number.

I clench my jaw and clutch my phone in my palm. If he thinks he can intimidate me, he's wrong. Nothing and no one can stop me. I'm going to continue this race. And when I come face to face with this bast*rd, I'm going to take care of him. He doesn't know me and he doesn't know what I'm capable of. I'm completely mad and I...

Knock, knock, knock.

I hear a knock at my door. Well... Let's see. Who is this jerk knocking on my door? I'm pissed off and I might hit someone, so for his own good, he'd better get out of here fast.

Knock, knock, knock...

The person knocks harder.

I don't answer. I have to keep my cool. He will leave soon.

I hear this time knocks on the door. And shit. I lost my patience... I walk furiously to the door and open it with rage...

Seeing the person in the doorway, my anger suddenly drops.

"Tell me I'm dreaming. Damn it! She's a pain in the ass, this girl."

"Have you decided to torture me today or what?"

I wonder what she wants to be in my shoes all the time.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Nothing. What are you doing on my doorstep, banging away like I owe you money?"

"Well... That's just it. You owe me something."

I'm frowning. What is she talking about? That one.

"Explain."

She looks at me with a stern tone that sounds rather comical, and without my realizing it, a smile stretches my lips.

"You owe me an apology. You've been rude to me lately..."

And blah blah blah... She lists all my faults, all the times I've disrespected her. This girl is so resentful that she has a good memory.

"So I decided that to make it up to you, you would invite me to your place to eat..."

"In short, you're really lazy in the kitchen and you're using the fact that I wasn't very cool with you and that I owe you an apology in order to be your cook."

"Who cares? The important thing is the belly," she says to me while sweeping away my comment with a wave of the hand.

Amused, I lean a little and bring my face closer to hers.

She is so small. They should have found her a role in Game of Thrones. Being the Gnome's wife would suit her, I think...

"Do you know, little one? If you go on like this, you'll stay stuck to me and no man will want you... I say to her face with a smile on my lips."

She looks at me with an evil eye.

I feel that I have irritated her a little. But well... She'll get over it. She pushes me and goes back to my place.

"No. But. What a cheeky girl!"

She turns to face me and sticks out her tongue. I laugh. No, but... She thinks she's still in elementary school, it seems...

"So?"

"So what? Go do the cooking, right?"

She raises her eyes to the sky and sighs.

"I'm a little tired. And when I'm tired, I can get into mischief. So... I might inadvertently start a fire, she tells me with an innocent look."

I feel like this girl is the archetypal little devil. Only a devil could torment you like that, with an innocent face and a petty mind. "Maybe I'm overreacting," I think. I grumble but don't admonish her. I'd rather have a quiet evening with her or hear her reproach me than argue... I walk towards the kitchen scratching the back of my head.

I turn to her:

"What would you like?"

She stares at me for a moment. Interdict. Incredulous:

"Are you serious or is this a joke?" She asks me. "Sorry but, it just seems too good to be true."

"Pff."

Who does she think I am? It's true that I wasn't nice to her, but that's no reason to doubt my good faith...