It was nearly a month after Angela had visited Joke’s place; the school had just closed and students were going home.
“Hi,” said Joe.
“Hi”, Angela responded to Joe, “Hi, Michael.”
“Hi, beauty”, Michael glorified seductively, “Your beauty isn’t just in the eye of the beholder, Angela. Everyone can see yours.”
“Mic,” Angela called and smiled.
“Oh, just call me Mic, the angel, princess,” said Michael warmly.
Joe immediately prodded at Michael with a pen while he was asking whether Angela was about to going home.
“Nope, I am going to the library,” replied Angela.
“OK”, said Joe, “I will be there soon.”
“OK”, said Angela and called, “Mic.”
“See you later, Angel”, Michael said and then whispered to Joe as Angela walked away, “Big-shoe told me that he would like to have a taste of her pile. I told him she is yours already. But he said, “it is never over until the fat lady sings.”
“I will kill him,” said Joe grimly.
“They say, “Make hay while the sun shines, for he who hesitates is lost”“, Michael quoted, “this is the right time to make the move.”
“Hum! Angela,” Joe called, “Angela!”
“You are the man!” hailed Michael.
As Joe walked towards her she asked, “Yes! What is it again?
“Do you dream dreams,” asked Joe.
“I do,” replied Angela.
“Do you believe that dreams come true,” asked Joe.
“Hum! I do,” replied Angela, “Some dreams do come true. But why do you ask..?
“I have seen you many times in my dreams. But in my last dream it was different,” replied Joe with a seductive look and a smile on his face.
Angela asked curiously, “Tell me about it.”
“I sailed the sea of sand. I wandered in the land of lack
It was so sunny; the sun scorched my skin. Oh! Boiled my blood.
Thirst set foot on my path and stood quietly behind with a string in her hands
Oh! She hooked my neck with her string to make me a prey;
But I held on against the knot and hung on to life.
Oh, I struggled against thirst across the trap of death
And while I was struggling with thirst and death, and death was about to mock my strength and shackle my soul as a symbol of power
You appeared suddenly, and filled me with abundance of life while thirst and death drifted away. I was so happy.
And I said to you, ‘As an iron ore in the hands of a smith, I am in your hands; you can refine me to your taste,’” Joe recited one of his poems to her as a dream, “I thought I had found my comforter until I opened my eye and realized it was just a dream. Oh, please tell me, it isn’t just a dream.”
“Hum! You must be a comedian. You are definitely joking,” said Angela confidently, “Wow! You are lying. Now, I remember. It isn’t a dream. I read that poem the day I visited your place.”
“Oh! The most intelligent of angels,” said Joe while looking into her eyes and they both smiled, “Yes, I am serious. Angela, tell me you love me.”
“I will think about it,” she said warmly.
“You don’t need to think about it anymore. Give me an answer now; that I may know whether I should continue to live or to go home and die,” said Joe with a look of grim determination on his face.
“Oh, I don’t know what to say,” said Angela.
“Angela, do you love me or you don’t love me?” asked Joe.
“Huh! I don’t love you,” she knocked the stuffing out of him.
“Why?” Joe whispered solemnly.
“I don’t know why, Joe,” she replied warmly and walked slowly away from Joe. When she had taking about ten steps away from Joe, she called, “Joe, come here. I was joking.”
“You mean you love me?” Joe asked inquisitively.
“Do you want me to tell you that before you know I do?” she said rhetorically.
“You love me. I already know you love me,” Joe said confidently.
“Who told you I love you. Have I said that I love anyone?” Angela asked with a frown.
“OK, I don’t need love anymore,” said Joe jokingly and held her by hand.
“Leave my hand, Joe. The chemistry teacher is watching,” she whispered.
The chemistry teacher called, “Joe!”
Tell us: What do you think of Joe’s and Angela’s romance?