Chapter 11

"Help me, help me. Hope he doesn't chew me raw."

He muttered as he dragged towards Ja Lia's house. It seemed more like a ritual to have a tree in the front of all the houses in the village. Hardly would you go to a house without a tree planted probably few metres away from the huts. He would still have to make quite the researches on it to understand what give birth to it. He knew that twas more than the ordinary.

Back in China, they don't fancy things like that. The only thing they could never toss aside was were their private spiritual places. Beyond that, they would never take other things seriously. Also, their cultures did have a special place in their hearts. He did wish that the fellows living in his present place had cultures. He couldn't point at an act as their culture.

They seemed really loose. A typical person could come up with an idea. If such idea met with mercies of those who fancy such person, such would be adopted as a rule and conduct. Then in few days later or months, it would graduate into being a culture. He could never put up with such.

Most times, he would stir clear of their celebration of gods. He didn't know which ones were right or wrong. He had no idea who between the Romans and the Greeks had the most numbers of gods. He didn't want to talk about the Indians. Theirs were quite channeled to a particular source, unlike the several others. He had even heard about the celebration of the death of a lost spirit. He had no idea what the fuck that was.

He was more than sure that if the emperor of the kingdom died, many of the citizens would make a statue of him and add him to the list of their gods. He was done nursing their thoughts. Twas kinda prettily annoying.

For the first time, he took note of Ja Lia sitting on a fallen trunk under the tree. He was reading a scroll. He was super serious. He didn't know why he seemed so engrossed.

He couldn't remember when last he had seen the fellow take reading so seriously. He tarried a while trying to see if the fellow would be stirred and discover that there was someone on him. But he waited for naught.

He knew that he would have no reason to beg or plead with him anymore. He was the one who begining to be annoyed. He didn't know what he would owe that to, but he needed to do just that. He kinda felt the wave of being an elder brother. He hadn't felt that in a long while.

He had heard that being an elder brother was a plus to anyone. He could do whatever would be at his own favor. Like he could make anything fall in his own favor. And he was going to that at that moment. Though it seemed ridiculous.

He wouldn't obviously be like the guy who for the sake of being an elder brother took his younger brother's wife while he was sick, owning it to the fact that twas said by the gods that having sex with her was the only could he could ever reach for.

The gullible brother was made pawn of of course and couldn't do naught. He was more like the specimen a typical younger brother should be. He left his elder brother to his wife and left the city to figure out his life. That was why majority of the kins hated to live together. Nothing like Caste, as in India, was revered there.

He held Ja Lia in his gaze the last time. He was trying to settle the dispute between his thoughts and his sight. He would leap off one and on the other. The one would be vexed and jealous of the other. But before a mess would be made of the two, the position would be switched and sanity would be restored.

Jimin knew that he could never try what that elder tried with his younger one with Ja Lia. He would be poisoned overnight. He started to be afraid of him since he killed the monk of the cave.

"Hey! Why be so serious?"

He had truncated the pace between his metrical doubt and his blank thoughts. Ja didn't look up at him. He probably had noticed that he had been standing there and was going to do a repay or something close to that.

Jimin would never take snubbing lightly. He loathed it as though twas some sapid bile:

"I'm talking to you."

Ja Lia looked up sharply. He was wearing the innocent face. Like he didn't know that the fellow had spoken. That was some dressed guts of course:

"You're here?"

Jimin felt like punching him in the face but he knew that that was a bad idea. Of course he knew that Ja Lia had no cool. He would give it to him the way he had served him. Twasnt more than that and wouldn't be.

He shook his head in mockery. Like to say, 'no-I-am-reincarnation-of-my-fart'. What sorta a crazy question that was.

Ja Lia looked to the scroll again for the last time and moved aside aside for Jimin to sit. That was how civil he could be.

He sat and looked into the scroll he was reading. He read the heading out:

"How to satisfy a Nymph?"

He snatched the scroll from him. He wanted to hold his gaze with his but he wasn't looking at him. He couldn't possibly force him to do that but he knew what to do.

Before he could make his way around his thoughts, Ja Lia already looked up. He wasn't angry. He only seemed to be so given to what he had been writing and was probably trying to process the thoughts which were being swept into the bowl of his consciousness.

"What's is it with you and these Nymphs?"

He smiled and corrected him,

"This Nymph!"

Jimin tapped him in the chest and spat in his face:

"Whatever."

Both kept quiet for a while. He noticed that Ja Lia was still trying to read from the scroll even though he was the one holding it. Was he some psychopath or something. Like was he a dummy? He rolled the scroll up and slid it under his armpit. He was going to say if the fool would read with a spiritual eye at that moment.