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Kapinga POV

After scaring the life out of me, Kashala just started laughing. At first I was confused then I got angry. He thought that this was funny. I for one was not laughing at his so called prank. My heart had nearly fell out my chest when I heard him. See, I was under the impression that I am completely alone. We were given the afternoon off since the next set of students left the village to go work in the other villages for a week. The girls who were not sent out all went out. Apparently, every Thursday night there was a bonfire for the students who returned. It was planned by the students of course. So, I did not expect to have anyone come into the kitchen this early. The sun was setting still so there was no way the bonfire had ended. It would have only started warming up now.

Kashala was still laughing while I tried to kill him with my mere eyes. But then as I kept looking at him, I found myself no longer angry at him but instead admiring him. When he laughed he did this rather silly motion of hitting his palm on the wall over and over again. I felt sorry for the poor item. But the way his eyes glistened and his cheeks stretched across his face was mesmerizing. As if he could tell that I was no longer mad at him, he immediately stood straight up and looked back at me as if he could tell that I was admiring him. Wait could he actually tell that?

As soon as his gaze bore into mine, I caved and looked away. I then cleared my throat and asked, "What are you doing here?" For some reason all the anger within me was released and I was calm. I turned to look at him for brief moment only to see that his eyes were still fixed on me. And like the last time, I had that feeling again. I couldn't tell what exactly it was but I know that I always ended up feeling self-conscious. So, in hopes of getting him to stop staring at me like he was currently doing, I turned around and switched off the gas. I then went on to dish up two plates since I now had a guest.

All this while, I avoided turning around. I had no idea what Kashala was thinking and I was not in the mood to find out other. I knew it was something about how ridiculous I looked. My hair was all tangled up and messy while I was drowning in this dress. But I liked the dress still. It was extremely comfortable. I also was too lazy to have my hair brushed. And of course this would be the day that Kashala decides to come visit me.

After I dished up two bowels of the soup I made, I took a deep breathe in and finally turned around to face him. Only he was no longer standing at the kitchen entrance but right behind me. How did I not hear him move? Out of the shock I had nearly dropped the bowels I had been carrying had it not been for his strong arms grasping my unsteady ones. Of course some of the soup spilled over and landed onto his neatly ironed shirt. I was now staring at the stain I had just caused him, waiting for him to become undone with anger but Instead, he removed his right hand from holding my arm and used it to lifted my chin up.

We started at each other for a while. My brown eyes gazing to his black eyes. At first I was surprised that he had black eyes, I had never seen black eyes before. But as I kept looking at his eyes I saw a whole lot of emotion behind them. I could not stop staring at his eyes as I felt this emotion begin to overwhelm me. I just could not tell what the emotion was. I also failed to notice that as I was staring into his eyes, his right hand did not drop from my face. Instead his fingers gently stroked my cheek in what could only be described as affection.

At this thought, I immediately looked away. No, it cannot be. Why would he care about me and even so why with so much emotion? There was no way that was possible. I moved backwards in hopes of creating some distance between us as I felt my core temperature increasing dramatically in the last few seconds. However, I was bound by the stove behind me. Luckily, He seemed to get the message and moved out of my way. At the increase in space, I finally let out a breath that I did not know that I was holding in the first place.

Immersed in silence we ventured off into the confines of my room. As we walked, I silently thanked God that I had first cleaned up my room before making dinner. Because my room had been a mess just hours before this. I really ought to tell Kashala to tell me ahead of time if he wants to come see me. Wait a second, he said he had a girl he liked right? So, there was no use in me trying to look good in front of him. But I still did not like this situation.

When we got into my room we both sat down in silence. It was deafening honestly. And the longer we sat in silence the harder my heart beat in my chest as if trying to break the silence itself. I needed to say something I thought. "Here you go," I said as I handed him a bowl of soup. After we both sat down and said prayer, a question popped into my mind and I immediately asked it hoping to strike the conversation again.

"Tell me more about the girl you like," I said.I did not want to ask because it would have been very awkward if he said no.But this way he had to tell me something anything. Besides, I needed a solidreminder that this guy was taken. Because my heart was starting to get a littletoo excited in his presence

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QOC: for what in your life do you feel most grateful?
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Oh and before I forget, Happy new year to you all!