Iman knew, Zee was coming closer towards her but still she shut her eyes with a cheeky grin on her face. “Bahhhhhh!!!!” exclaimed Iman when suddenly, she just jumps out from the bed and stands on her feet with both hands clawing like a cat.
“Huhhhh!!!” yelp Ezekiel in startle as he makes a sudden few step and fall flat backwards upon the wooden laminated floor.
“Oh! My God….I’m so sorry. Please forgive me gal. I swear, I will not do that kind of stupid thing again.” cried Iman apologetically as she came closer towards ‘her’ and rubbed the small bump which had form behind Zee’s head as gently as she could. Ezekiel was in grimace, but as he set his eyes on her angelic face, he felt kind of wondrous transient. Her mesmerizing set of eyes, were just like the beaming of the rising moon, reflecting such serenading tune, upon the surface of his heart. "Kindling emotions of infinite bloom, not wanting to let go but to carry on to be swoon. Drift me off to the carousel of your beam, or flowing streams I shall remain, continuing drinking from your rays." utters Ezekiel in his subconscious mode.
"Excuse me!" said Iman as she wave her hands upon his face.
"Ohh! Sorry!" snapped Ezekiel away from his daze. "Must be due to my dreams yesterday." lied Ezekiel,as he tries hard to hide his secret notion on her.
"It's okay. But I like it. The short poem which you have just said to me. It's beautiful, haunting but beautiful." murmurs Iman as she place her hands upon Zee's fingers.
Ezekiel, begins to get nervous but soon, he stood up as he headed towards the door and said," Maybe we can have breakfast somewhere around this town, before I sent you back to your motel?"
"That's sounds great. I freshen myself up. And where is the bathroom?" asked Iman.
"Ohhh! It's over there." replied Ezekiel as he points towards the door which was situated just few feet away from his room.
"Zee, you are...I don't know, there's just something about you...." trails Iman however she stall halfway with a grinned, making Ezekiel feels more anxious as his mouth half gap opening. "Zee, you are amazing. I know, this sounds silly because, I've only known you, let say less than twenty-four hours, but you remind me so much about her." continue Iman but with a tinge of solemness inside her heart.
"Her?" asked Ezekiel curiously but with a sunken gut, just seeing Iman his new secret love feeling kind of mellow.
"Yasmeen. My elder sister." answered Iman shortly."Just never mind about that."
"Was that tears in her eyes?" thought Ezekiel as he looks at her before she enters the bathroom. "Yasmeen?" frown Ezekiel hard.
"This place is awesome. You are right Zee, they do served fantastic fish and chips here." exclaimed Iman as she took another big bite of the crunchy dory fish.
"Well, I found this place somewhere in my journal." explained Ezekiel soberly.
"I'm so sorry about your amnesia thing." utters Iman however, she was still unknown about Zee being Ezekiel, as Ezekiel conceal his real 'him' identity close in his heart.
"Yeah, I shall get over with this thing soon." grinned Ezekiel. "Yeah right, but how? I don't have anyone, no family, no friend, nothing but with my journal and my writing and this moon." thought Ezekiel to himself.
"I can help." snapped Iman profoundly. "Well, I will be stinking around you due to our work commitment remember?"
"I don't know." replied Ezekiel, feeling kind of uncertain about her offer. And one thing for sure, if she knew the truth about him being a 'him', she might not want to be close with him anymore.
"I shall come over this evening, to show you some of my previous works. I guess." said Ezekiel as he sent her to the front kerb of the door. Ezekiel was not too keen of leaving her here all alone in the motel, as the place looks kind of dingy.
"Zee, I will be fine. Okay see you later sweetie." says Iman cheerfully and in an instant, she embrace 'her' with a small kiss upon 'her' right cheek. Ezekiel was stunned and awestruck on that very moment as he begins to blushes. Iman giggles as Zee smiles sheepishly, before he took the cab and left.
Evening breeze surrounding the sphere, simplicity scripture off entrancing heat. With his bag pack that was full with his old notes an writings, which he had managed to rampage from his old drawers, Ezekiel walk calmly towards the motel gate as he headed towards, Iman's lodgings. Wearing tight jeans that's goes well with his figure hugging white t-shirt and a huge shades upon his eyes. As he came closer, he felt something was just not right, something was amiss.
A meek shrieking voice, a crashing mirror and a horrific slap. Ezekiel rushed to the scene, and there he saw Iman was struggling herself away from a dreary drunkard boar. "Son of a bitch." yelled Ezekiel as he took a stride and plant his fist upon the boar's flat nose, breaking it, as it begins to bleed.
"You foolish lady!!! Once she's done, you are next." screamed the boar as he amble forward to attack Zee. However, Zee was quick enough to avoid his blow, as 'she' moves to the opposite side and with all 'her' might 'she' gave him a kick, that send him sprawling unconscious on the floor.
"Iman. Packed your things. You are moving out from here, young lady." ordered Ezekiel with intensity in his voice.
"But, where? Where could I be possibilities be moving off too?" asked Iman frantically.
"My home." replied Ezekiel. "If you trust me?" he asked next.
"With my life." utters Iman but with tears in her eyes, as she slowly came closer towards Zee and gave her an ample hug. Iman was sobbing uncontrollably in 'her' arms.
Ezekiel, was bewilder with Iman's sudden outburst and this some kind or rather breaking his heart. Ezekiel, slowly raised his arms and held her close to him."Iman, we've got to go, before that thing wakes up. Pack your stuff okay." usher Ezekiel. Iman moves away from 'her' arms as she nods her head.
“All right, I shall take that as a compliment.” said Zee with a smile.
“Zee, I don’t feel good about this, imposing onto you.” utters Iman soberly as she held on to her luggage close to her side.
“Oh! Come on Iman. You are my boss, so take this as I’m sucking you up.” cried Zee with a cheeky grin as ‘she’ helped Iman with her luggage and carries it back into ‘her’ room.
“Yeah right! Whatever next then hmmm?” replied Iman with a laughed. “Zee, I own you my life. Thank you.” she continues with tears forming in her eyes. Ezekiel, came closer towards her and wipe the pearly tears off from her eyes.
‘What light would the candle beam, without a fire burning on it ?
What tune would a flute play, without a wind serenading it ?
What hope would this soul gain, without virtue faith illumining it ?
Was it enough just for a superficial view of pleasure...?
But not giving benefits towards it's own self and the others ?
Secrets of soul...in searching for the infinite answer...
Entwine with this world...be lost with the midst...
Entwine with the faith....be found among the dew...
Dew brings calmness to the chosen being....
Quenching portion for the heedless souls....!!’ this writing is beautiful.” noun Ezekiel as he looks piece after piece of notes which Iman has presented for him to edit.
Iman, took the note and begins to read. “This used to be my sister’s favorite poetry.” said Iman shortly as she place back the note onto the coffee table and busy herself with the editing short stories from other writers which she has been working on.
“Any idea, who wrote this?” asked Ezekiel curiously.
“Ezekiel Bukhari.” she replied.
Like an arrow that had piece right through inside his soul, that significant name which had cause an enormous stir inside his motion. Ezekiel, his past, his key that could unlocked many undiscovered gems. “Iman, what do you know about Ezekiel?” he asked.
“Well, I know he’s a very young writer but he’s more on the underground side. He posted several of his works to Burbur’s few years ago and at that point of time, I’m still a trainer. Yeah, I’ve seen few of his writings, there were good actually. My sister, she’s his die hard fan. Each time Ezekiel’s works been publish, she seems to be the first to get the morning news paper.” narrates Iman while she’s clicking her mouse copy and pasting her works.
“Have you met this Ezekiel?” asked Ezekiel again.
“No. Like I said, he’s very low profile, even though my senior tries to locate him. Riley, he’s seems to be the one that had been sending Ezekiel works to us. That what’s my senior had claimed.” said Iman as she rest her back upon the couch. From that statement, Ezekiel begins to wonder, probably he and Riley, used to be close, or else why would Riley be so supportive with Ezekiel’s talent as a writer.
“Any idea where are they now?” asked Ezekiel curiously, he really needs to know, this might lead to something, an answered of his empty charts.
“I’ve no idea at all, but about Riley, it’s a suicide. Real tragic.” utters Iman solemnly.
Ezekiel was taken aback when those words were spoken, those bloody stains, the wedding ring which seems to belongs to Riley, that was found in the study room and his mum who was either missing or probably she might have run off to some other places. But the big million dollar question, what exactly happens to himself, until he had to make such a drastic decision, turning his form into another being.
Iman was about to speak out when suddenly, her mobile phone rang. "Please excuse me." utters Iman as Ezekiel's acknowledge. "Yas, hie!" cried Iman cheerfully as she begins to get deeply immersed conversation with Yasmeen, her elder sister. "Yeah, you have got to meet my new friend here Yasmeen, she's awesome. All right dear sister, you too. Please take care all right. We shall meet up soon, God's willing." said Iman before she ends her short conversation with her and went back to the couch, placing the mobile onto the coffee table, however her eyes projected a tinge of solemness.
"Your sis?" asked Ezekiel feeling kind of concerned.
"Yup." replies Iman shortly.
"Both of you must have been very close?" asked Ezekiel again.
"From childhood yeap for temp. Been separated, and then fate let us meet again, well the hole has been mended, but things just happens and...." noun Iman but Ezekiel, she was not ready to tell it all. Ezekiel remains silent in a while. "Enough about me Zee. All right, once I'm ready we shall talk about more about me and Yas topic." cried Iman, choking on her words as she tries to cover up her inner pain much to Ezekiel's dismay.
“Well, you wanted to know about Ezekiel right? Sadly, he just vanished with all this mess.” replied Iman. “After, I have been made full time editor at Burbur’s, I did try to locate him but to no avail. I almost give up because, we were not able to find a real gem beneath the sea however, few months later, another gem surface back upon the ocean, Zee Ruth.” express Iman again with a dreamy look ascending from her eyes.
Zee, giggles and blushes much to Iman’s amusement. “I can’t be better than Ezekiel though.” said Zee.
“Hmmmmm, but that’s not what I think. That’s why I came all over from State to Rome and then, after knowing she has move back to State, so here I am.” grinned Iman from ear to ear.
“Thank you so much Iman, I really appreciate all your trouble.” state Ezekiel, but with a obscure guilt in his mind. “But, Iman I’m just curious, why did you bring all of Ezekiel’s works too over here, for me to do the edit, since you know that, Ezekiel’s is still the best?”
“Well, my answer is simple, so you can figure out the missing puzzle.” replied Iman with a sheepish smile.
“A missing puzzle?” asked Ezekiel with interest.
“Well, maybe from his writings, you can get some clues therefore we could simplify this matter, who knows we might be able to find Ezekiel, the missing puzzle.” noun Iman nodding her head as her angelic eyes beams with so much spirit in them.
"Should I just be truthful about this whole deal, or should I just keep it conceal?" thought Ezekiel to himself. "No, Iman must not know about my true identity. I need to figure out why, what have I done for this drastic changes, which I've cursed upon myself."
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