Chapter 141 - The First Meeting with Bolu

He had to rely on that to see if she could see him. Only when she could see him would he be confident that he could effectively carry out this his duty.

"Please work. Please, tell me you can see me." Sunday pleaded desperately, looking at her with a gritted teeth.

Just then, the girl's form shuddered and she turned, partially. She tilted her head from the left in such a way that her jaws were now implanted into the mattress , the very act of it as she she had heard something but was not sure what it was.

Sunday gasped, excitement spreading through his frame. If she reacted that way, then, it meant she could hear him. He saw her return her head back to the same position it was in, before. And thus time, she was not sobbing.

In fact, if he was to make a guess, he would arrive at the conclusion that she was waiting, straining to confirm if she actually heard anything. Or if her mind was playing tricks on her.

Then, it dawned on him. If she was trying to be attentive, then, he could not let it pass.

"Greetings, Miss!" Sunday called out with a loud voice.

He waited but there was no reaction. Sunday shook his head then, exhaling as he realized that what happened was merely a coincidence.

"No... It couldn't have been a mere coincidence." Sunday whispered to himself, disagreeing with the thought process he had earlier on.

There had to be something he could do. Initially, she had stirred in reaction to his voice back then so, that had proven that she could react to things pertaining to him. He just had to believe that.

Only that and nothing more.

However, that was just on his part. Now the human girl, Bolu, must have taken what she heard as a mere coincidence or as something which was playing tricks on her. Most likely in the stance that was trying to penetrate his resolve.

Instead, at this time, Bolu returned to place her head back the way she was, staring to the wall again. Sunday frowned just about then, sighing as he tried to reason out something.

He had to make sure he could convince her to believe he was here. But how do you make someone believe what they hear or see is nothing like a game of the mind?

For all he could think of, even if Bolu could see him, there was every possibilty of her freaking out, or her thinking it was just the game of the mind.

Worse, she could even think he was some burglar or something along that line.

Sunday sighed as he clenched his fists, again. If only there was something he could use, something to attract her. It was so easy for him to walk up to her to tap her and all that but like he reasoned earlier, she could dismiss it as a game of her mind. 

After all, she had yet to eat, according to the briefing about her. And humans did not function so well when they missed eating.

To gain her attention, what he had in mind was something she would not be able to pass off as nothing.

But it was only a speculation. Still, he was willing to bank on it.

On her part, Bolu grimaced. 

Earlier, she had heard some sounds but when she tried to listen closely, she heard nothing. Now, she was not sure if she actually did hear anything or her mind was tricking.

In the same vein, she was not sure if God heard her pleas to end her life's affinity for trouble.

But she was determined to continue fasting and fasting and fasting. Even until the next week.

'If I perish, I perish' Bolu had steeled up her mind when she began the fast three days back.

This was the 3rd day of her fast already. 

Her room was scattered and the yellowy gown she had on were tattered, signs of forceful tears all over it. Hair disheveled and she hadn't been out of her room since then. Now on the 3rd day, Bolu hadn't received any conviction in her spirit that her prayers for speedy recovery for Iyanu had been answered.

Overcome with anger, she pulled fantically at her hair, ripped her clothing here and there like a mad woman. 

She raised herself, weakly with a shaky body, from the bed only to crash down on all fours, slipping down to the ground.

Her body wouldn't yield. 

"???????????????????? ????????!" Sunday chanted quietly, summoning the blades of light.

Bolu looked over to the spot now or appeared to mover her head his direction only to stop, her gaze pinned to the wall adjacent to the window. He was standing in front of the window.

But seeing her reaction set his lips into a curve. She could react to his technique, mostly because it was a light technique and so light had sparked about. Nevertheless, He was going to take advantage of it.

"I am Sunday. And I was sent to bring you the answer to your prayers, Bolu" The voice sounded and Bolu turned her head, slowly to towards the window, her eyes widening just abit as she saw a man in the shimmer of white light.

He had clear, almost transparent eyes that seemed to glitter with sturdy, thick nose and lips. He had a seemingly bald head, although one could not categorically say he was bald.

His c.h.e.s.t was b.a.r.e and round about his arms with bands of light that spiraled round and round. Like a snake slithering around a tree branch.

Bolu trailed her watery eyes down to the mystery man lower torso,. He had a blue black trouser with brown leather trappings. Standing aloft, he towered above her kneeling frame at a height of 6ft.

Despite that he was the definition of beauty. Any woman would kill to have him.

And she was no exception!

She closed her eyes or rather, her eyes appeared to be closing. 

When a flash of brilliant light blinded her eyes!

Sunday had slammed the Imole Mo blades against the other, the resulting force being a blast of light and miniature shock wave that traversed the length of the room in an instant.

It seemed to Sunday that she was going to sleep just about now being that her body was extremely exhausted. And so, he had done that desperate move.

The curtain fluttered wildly as an eerie yet comforting chill filled the atmosphere. Loose papers tossed about. The door that had been shut for 3 days straight suddenly opened and banged shut violently. 

Bolu gasped at this, her eyes widening immediately. She wanted to get up and run away. Things did not just happen like that and we're considered as normal. 

But still, she made no effort to do so. Not that she was not scared.

She was!

But her body didn't just react in anyway.

"Ar…are you an Angel?"She mumbled inaudibly, waiving her weak fingers in the air.

The figure blinked at her as if trying make up his mind. Then after what seemed like an eternity, it advanced towards her with stretched right hand.

On his part, Sunday had blinked because he was taken aback by her question.

What was an angel? He had asked himself, unable to come to grasp with what she said. 

Had he not already told her his name? So why did she ask if he was an Angel?

Eventually, he shoved the thoughts aside. He would ponder over that for later. And then, he had moved on towards her as she sat on the ground.

"Rise,daughter of man. Your answers are here. Iyanu has recovered and the perpetrators have been taken into custody." Sunday said but it was a lie. However, he had to say that because of the pain that racked his heart at the sight of the lady.

She'd suffered so much already that he felt she would have condition improved if she knew Iyanu was indeed feeling well.

Which meant, he had to get out of here, faster than he could to make good of his words. And as he considered it briefly, it was going to be a problem now that there was a demon waiting to have a pound of flesh from her, downstairs.

And if that did happen, there was no need for all of this in the first place. It meant, simply, that he failed his mission. And that's as something he could not b.a.r.e to see.

"Young woman, arise." The figure said now. He was standing over her now. As he did, a strange rejuvenating energy began to flow through Bolu. It was warming her entire body, soothing the various places on her body where she'd self inflicted on herself.

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