The angle with the blue wings( part 2)

The next morning was rainy. It is good news because he can make a good fire inside his hut without being discovered. But the bad news is that he had forgotten to gather big pile of dried wood inside the hut. Nevertheless what he had now is enough to keep them warm till midday. He returned to the hut quickly after he had washed for the morning pray (al fajr).inside the hut there was hardly enough space for him to pray. To push her aside a little is out of his mind. He hurled himself beside her extended body and began to pray. When he was prostrating, she moved a little and was waking up to find his head near her face but his face was toward the earth. She looked at him and smiled. When he finished praying, and sat down beside her, he found her still smiling to him and he returned her smile.
“So you are a strict Muslim” She asked with a wide smile and open eyes.
“Yes I am” he answered .and with a short laugh he added “disappointed?”
“No, of course not,” was her obvious answer then she exclaimed “why should I?”
She became aware that he was teasing her. “What do mean?” she asked in an artificial anger to mute a laugh when she figured out the hidden meaning of his question.
“My intentions were innocent; I did not mean bad ideas as you have been thinking?” he said
“No, I didn’t think of any bad ideas. Your question suggested such bad ideas. You asked it on purpose. Do not deny that.” While she was excitedly speaking, she was threatening him by her finger. She expected to receive a rival response and prepared herself to react back, but he had just turned his head taking a quick look to her and smiled.

How old is she? He wondered. She can’t be more than twenty. But to be a pilot in the USA air force needs to be older than that age, he guessed. Some people you cannot easily judge their ages. She may be a little more than that but the certain thing that her behavior suggests that she is younger than her true age.
His contemplations had taken him to their first meeting. “Her behavior was more of a young playful girl than a soldier” he told himself. He wondered whether she was aware of her difficult situation then. He gave a sigh and felt that he might misjudge her. To avoid giving a hasty opinion, he started to recall in details the events of the day before. At first moments she was frightened but when she noticed the rifle was appointed down, she became on her ease. He smiled when he recalled these moments which became vivid in his memory. She was teasing, mischievous and sweet!!

When she noticed that he was absorbed by his thoughts, she preferred to be silent as well and busied herself with the Parachute bag. In one of its pockets she found a box of chocolates and she drew it happily. She opened the box of chocolates while she was looking at him, and throw two pieces of chocolate in her mouth to provoke him. Then she took another tow and began to count the pieces.
“Nobody is going to take them from you!” he said “I advise you to keep them as long as you can. You cannot afford such a delicate breakfast as this every morning. What we are going to consume her is what we can catch or hunt.” he then said “I don’t know how many days we are going to stay here till we have the opportunity to leave these moors to the city. ““And what kind of (preys!) you are going to catch or hunt?”
“Anything, can be cached; birds, fishes, rats, rabbits, or even snakes. A food of any forlorn soldier can afford. You are a soldier aren’t you?”
“Well. When my super delicate breakfast finished in a day or two, I‘ll find a way to leave the moor. And..
“Do not think of that” he interrupted her
“Why not, “she said seriously. “Do you consider me your war prisoner?”
“Did you feel that I treated you like that?”He said smoothly.
“Then I will go whenever I want” she insisted
“But I cannot let you leave. The moor is surrounded by the filthiest people on earth; the pro-Iranian militia. If they catch you, and certainly they will do, only God knows what you are going to suffer. And I cannot help you. I cannot encounter them with this rile and the only thirty shots.
“You don’t have to defend me or encounter them for my sake, do you?”
She said carelessly. She was looking to him from the sides of her eyes. She thought she had caught him in a corner.
Her question stunned him; to avoid embarrassment it occurred to him just to say softly “I feel a kind of responsibility towards you”
Few minutes had been passed in quite silence. She was looking to him all the time with a faint smile on her rosy lips. Her golden hair was revolting violently over her forehead and shoulders. He was struggling to avoid her looks, when his try failed she caught him gazing at her tenderly. She looked at him with a wide brighten enquiring smile. He blushed when he recognized that his countenance had betrayed his feelings.
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To be continued