Thirty Two

Chapter 32

🎶 You're the light, you're the night

You're the color of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, 🎶

by Ellie Goulding

Chapter 32

"Shut up," she said in a small voice, leaving him to the bus as he followed her cue.

Nathaniel grinned cheekily, shook his head amusingly - his Angel has different skin-like onions and he couldn't wait to peel all and explore.

The bus was long and blue, the black two-axis wheels were firm to hold the balance of the bus when moving. Nathaniel hadn't gotten close to a bus like this before this was his first time seeing a bus close and touching it. He had been sheltered all his life, he had his driver since he was a kid before he was gifted his first car on his sixteenth birthday by his father.

Angelina entered the bus with ease: well for all her life she'd been transporting on the bus and the journey ride was always interesting when she was at home (Nigeria). Just a comment about the Nigerian government, the bus would turn to chatter mess till arrived at the destination. It was fun and she did enjoy it, musing gently with a small smile on her face and, her mouth latched on her ice tea as the passengers argued with one another while she listened attentively to the discussions. That was where she got mostly the important and current news in the country.

Angelina greeted the driver, "good afternoon" she chirped, smiling while the driver smiled back at her. The driver putting on the assigned uniform with his potbelly shooting out as his long and bushy mustache looked like those released apes men. His hands were on the staring, tapping it gently as he waited for passengers to get down or come in.

Rows and rows of the blue seats, two thin black aisles down the middle of the bus for those who choose to stand, the transparent windows were opened for fresh air to enter as Angelina greeted an old couple at the front row before going down to the fifth rows beside the window.

She liked the fifth seat because it wasn't close to the back seat where passengers could feel every bump the bus met and strain their back. She preferred the middle where her eyes could see every scene and her ears could hear everything. She pushed Nathaniel beside her, making him unexpectedly, crashing to the old lady at their front who had a permanent scowl on her face before turning her head to Nathaniel's uncared expression. If looks could kill then the old lady meant him.

"Sorry ma'am, it was a mistake," Angelina said softly while the woman's face changed momentarily to adoration.

"You are beautiful dear" The woman smiled and turned back to the front. The bus roared to life when every seat was completely occupied as the bus moved slowly through the narrow road.

Angelina stifled her laughter as she stared at her husband's shocked expression. Nathaniel knew his Angel did affect people but the woman was glaring at him for a second then to the voice of Angelina, she became a softy, smiling at her.

"How did you do that?" he whispered, still looking at the lady who was occasionally smiling at Angelina.

"It's my charm hun'' she winked, giggling as she collected the polythene bag from him bringing out the fresh red apples. She stared at it happily then took a bite, humming at the taste, at how the juicy met her taste bud.

Nathaniel cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking at her plump lips who were inviting him closer, making his pant tighten as the apple juicy stained her lips, he didn't give her a head up before latching on to her lips not wanting the juice to waste. He pulled her close to him, his arm snaked around her waist, exploring her mouth, using his tongue to take some of the unchewed apple's particles to his mouth. He groaned, couldn't get enough of her as their tongue clashed with each other, pulling her more close before he felt a pain at the side. He stopped abruptly, touching his side as he raised his head to look at the old lady who held her walking stick with a glare on her.

What's the fuck is her problem, he thought.

*Do you want to kill the poor girl!" the woman chided, pointing his stick accusingly to a very angry Nathaniel...

"Uh?" he was short of words.

" The poor lady was already turning purple as you continue to tongue-fuck her innocence".

Angelina, who was still trying to catch her breath after their kissing, choked on her saliva at the woman's obscene words.

"Pardon?".

"Even you want to…" The woman started but Angelina interrupted her.

"Ma'am" She called softly, turning the woman's attention to her, "I would be very delighted for you to take pity on my husband," she said loudly then laughed softly to ease the tension. She hoped the woman would pick the annoyance in her voice or interpret it to another mean.

"Oh, sorry... I thought…" the woman trailed off while her eyes were on her and embarrassingly sat down on her seat.

"I'm sorry" Angelina whispered while Nathaniel squeezed her hand softly, "It's okay dear" pecking her side and she snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest while Nathaniel played with her hair as they watched the passing greeny sceneries. The breeze passed through the opened window, Angelina inhaled, the scent of nature - earth, sand as the smell of the sand was calling her. She wetted her lips while remembering whenever she was only, she did like the sand once in a while if the urge couldn't be bearable.

"Awwww, aren't they cute," someone at the back seat said but they were too tired to turn.

"Yeah, they are perfect" A man answered, "Make me remember when I was courting you" the woman giggled.

When they got to their destination about half an hour, Angelina informed the driver and the driver waited for them to get them, Angelina turned to the old lady, smiled at her, and gave her some fruits they had bought earlier. She saw the lady when staring at the apple hungrily thinking Angelina didn't know. The woman rejected it at first but when she coaxed the woman she later collected it as tears glistened in her eyes. Angelina waved at the driver, wishing him and the remaining passengers a safe journey.

Nathaniel was already waiting for her outside, stretching his muscles. It was a new experience for him but his muscles have been cooped for his 6'1 ft body, he couldn't stretch his legs. Angelina came out laughing, "It was amazing" she screamed, running off the pedestrian road, Nathaniel shook his head and jogged after her. When he got to her side, "Why did you do that?" he asked, holding her hands.

"Do what?" she feigned innocent, releasing their holding hands.

He tsked, shaking his head, "Gave the woman…".

"Oh," she widened her eyes comically, "I understand" she pouted her lips, fiddling with her fingers as her legs twisted in akimbo.

"Well… the woman was practically drooling when I was eating earlier and I heard a comment about the woman... So I thought… '' she rambled out, continuously fiddling with her fingers before Nathaniel dashed her his signature smile and separated her fingers.

" I understand" he responded, "But the woman was annoying" he scowled, scrunching his nose.

"Shut up" Angelina mumbled playfully, dismissing him with a wave of the hand while he chuckled. It was the second time someone would tell him to shut up though the person was his Angelina and he didn't care.

"Oh see that!" Angelina pointed to the plain, three pairs of white wings. It was beautiful, she brought out her camera and clicked a photo before running off to touch it and told Nathaniel to click a picture of her. She rested her right hand on the white brick and her left hand on her waist, looking up to the skin with a smile on her lips.

"Done," Nathaniel said, coming forward but Angelina stopped him, coming to him, pushing him back.

"No no…" She rushed out, "I'm not through yet," she said.

"Okay".

Angelina sat in between the wings with her head rested on her hands. After twenty poses, she allowed Nathaniel to come nearer and saw a man walking by and called him to snap both of them.

"So beautiful" she grinned, touching it. It made her remember the bird in Nigeria's coat of arms.

"Ah... Miss" the man called, returning her camera.

"Mrs not miss" she gushed out, showing her middle finger quickly before swiping to check what the man had captured.

"Oh," the man paused, "sorry…" he apologized.

Nathaniel glared at the man, what did he think they - him and Angelina came to do here, calling her miss!.

He had wanted to lash out at the man but the moment Angelina corrected him and showed him her wedding ring - his family heirloom, possessiveness washed over him. He didn't know he was capable of the rush of it, and grabbed her unexpectedly, turning her face to me then eloped her mouth in his.

"Mmmm" Angelina moaned out, she was surprised, one moment she was checking her pictures then a second later, she was being rough-kissed by Nathaniel and she didn't have a problem with it because she too returned the kiss with the same fervor.

The poor man nearly died of embarrassment, they didn't care if someone was watching their wrestling tongue battle. He fake coughs, reluctantly pulling them from each other as Angelina's chest rose and fell heavily as if she ran a marathon. Nathaniel looked composed and stared at Angelina's swollen red lips hungrily before licking her lips once, twice then pecking her.

"What!" he growled at the man while the man shrunk, this was the second time he would be interrupted from kissing his Angel to his heart's content.

"Sorry" The man's ears and neck were red, "I thought you'd like to know more about these wings" the man stuttered, squirming under Nathaniel's hard gaze.

"No.."

"Yes." and Angelina turned to Nathaniel, stared at him with widened eyes until he nodded his head dejectedly.

"The wings are called Bicentennial Monument and are referred to in Creole as the Moniman trwa level (three–winged monument)" he said.

"Woah" Angelina exclaimed adoringly, looking at the wings in awe.

"It was erected in 1978 to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the town of Victoria, which was founded as L’Établissement du Roi in 1778 by the Frenchman Charles Routier de Romainville. The monument was created by the late Italian artist Lorenzo Appiani, who lived in Seychelles. The three wings represent the origins of the Seychellois people, who can best be described as a happy blend of the ethnic groups of three continents: Africa, Europe, and Asia. The wings may also symbolize the first discoverers of the islands. Birds, of course " he explained.

" Oh my God!, it's amazing" she chimed.

"And there are some good things here also, you can check the amusement park... It's open tomorrow" the man informed them, looking at Angelina. Whenever his eyes wandered to the man behind the kind lady, the man looked made him flinch.

"That would be awesome" Angelina beamed happily, not noticing the volcano behind her.

"I'm Eric" the man stretched his hand for handshakes.

Angelina stared at his hand and smiled politely before she could accept his stretched hand, Nathaniel gripped the hand firmly, smirking at the man's distress as he tightened his grip, squeezing his bone.

"Nice to mee to you Mr. Eric" he responded venomously. How dare he stare at his wife.

Eric bent using his left hand to hold the right hand that was held, he couldn't cry out, when Nathaniel noticed the tears glistened in the man's eyes. He was satisfied and released Eric's hand then smiled at him while Angelina wasn't aware of the man's distress.

"Angel" he called softly, "Let's go, love".

Godbless third wheeler, he chuckled darkly while Angelina shivered in his arm and her heart was beating highway in red blaring in danger and her stomach was flipping dangerously to the red zone at Nathaniel's word.

Love!.

🎶 I loved you dangerously

More than the air that I breathe

Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

Didn't care if the explosion ruined me

Baby, I loved you dangerously

Mmmm, mmmm

I loved you dangerously

Usually, I hold the power with both my hands

Tied behind my back

Look at how things change, 'cause now you're the train

And I'm tied to the track 🎶