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Untamed Librarian – Season 1 – [Episode 1 – 12]

EPISODE 10🥀*

*AMELIA’S POV 🥀*

Sitting down here, an hour has passed already.

“Alex, is that his car?” Was the question I keep asking each time I saw a car go into the office.

But the answer is always NO!.

While sitting, I saw a very beautiful different coloured butterfly pass by.

The image of a young boy holding a beautiful young girl and running after a butterfly that looks just as same as this flashed in my memory.

“Aaaaaash!” I groaned when I felt a sudden banging in my head.

What’s happening to me??

” Lia!…what’s wrong?” I heard Alex ask concerned.

“I don’t know…I just felt a sudden headache” I told him while touching my head maybe it would ease the pain.

“Aaaaaash” I groaned again when the headache was getting intense.

“Lia, let’s just go for now and maybe come back here tommorow?” Alex suggested staring at me.

Since the pain is not subduing but getting more and more intense I decided to go with Alex suggestion.

He helped me got up and holding my hands to support my walking, we walked heading home together.

I think seeing sir Dwayne would be for another day.

“Lia…how is it now?” Alex asked worriedly after a while and I nodded letting go of his hand.

“Am okay now” I replied when I felt the headache fading away.

What was that memory all about?

A memory that’s caused me to have the headache I haven’t had In years.

Is that a sign of falling sick?

“Oh no! I don’t want to” I cried inwardly.

*LUCY POV 🌹*

I arrived at the restaurant very early in the morning. I parked my car beside the roadside but very far away from the main road to avoid being the reason for the clashing of cars in the neighborhood I don’t even know anyone in nor do I usually visit if not because of the blind date that made me come once.

I made my way to the roadside food stall not very far from the restaurant and settled down on one small plastic chair I found there.

I ordered for four rolled up pie so as to use that as an excuse for sitting there.

And trust me, the thing is damn delicious.

Its been more than four hours of me sitting with agitation, stretching and checking to get a glimpse of those two beggars but to no avail.

Have eaten almost all the woman’s pie just so she won’t notice the reason why am there.

Am willing to wait till night because I knew one of those two would definitely come out here unless they want to starve themselves to death.

As if the heaven are in support of my thought, I saw them both from afar coming from God knows where.

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Beggars are meant to wander around without having a destination right?

At least it seems this two do visit here everyday.

But who cares?

I paid the woman and quickly stood up from where I was sitting to go meet them.

“H…hi…hii…” I stuttered when I got closer to them.

At first, they were both staring at me confusingly not saying a thing.

Hun? They didn’t recognize me. do they?

I started breathing in more than I should but when i didn’t smell anything disgusting, I breathe a sign of relief.

Thank God this one’s ain’t as stinking as others poor beggars are.

Just that they were putting on tattered clothes.

“You!” I heard the guy surprised voice

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As if it was planned, they both shriek away from me at the same time with a face covered with fear.

That is it!

They should be afraid of me!.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you guys the other day.” I apologized swallowing my pride.

I glare at them and they were still stuck up with the fearful look.

“What to do!?”

“What to do!?”

“I’m seriously sorry for what I did believe me!” I said faking a sad face.

I looked at them and I saw their expression softened a bit.

“I’m Lucy. You?” I asked stretching my hand for an handshake.

They both look at themselves before they took their eyes back at me.

“Alex” the guy said extending his hand and I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

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I guess they still have my brutal deed in mind.

After I let go of his hand, I took my hand to the lady and she eyed it suspiciously.

“Amelia” she said slowly ignoring my stretched hand.

Hmm Egoistic beggar.

“I’m truly sorry Alex and Amelia. Hope you guys has forgiven me?” I asked smiling up at them both.

” Ye…yes…”they both stuttered.

So easy?

“Okay if you know you have really forgiven me, then would you care for a lunch?” I asked and I saw their eyes widened.

” You want to buy us a lunch?” The guy asked and I wanted to reply when I heard my phone ringing and vibrating inside the small purse I was holding.

“Excuse me” I directed at them before moving a little bit away from them.

Oh it’s my mom calling!.

“Hi Mom” I greeted while placing the phone on my ear.

“Lucy where are you?” She asked impatiently.

” Mrs Moore called me that the supposed dinner would come up this evening in the Moor’s mansion” she added.

Oh Christ!

This is too sudden. i mean she should have informed us since yesterday right?.

“Oh, okay Mom…but you just go ahead of me”I informed her.

” And you?

” I would go from here” I answered not disclosing where or what am doing to her.

” Okay just be snappy with whatever you are doing and don’t be late”

” Okay Mom. thanks Mom” I said before I disconnected the call.

“A dinner with Mrs Moor. Dwayne would also be coming”I thought.

And then an idea Pop in my head.

YES!

That’s what am gonna do.

Am gonna make sure Dwayne get to see the good side of me Tonight.

” Sorry about that” I pleaded when I got back to where the two beggars were standing.

“As I was saying. Would you care for a lunch?” I asked again.

I stared at them waiting for their reply.

“Please?” I added when I saw how reluctant they were.

” O… okay!” The beggar boy said and I giggled happily.

The guy has been the one answering all my questions and request. Though the lady was just staring and scrutinizing me with her eyes.

“Really?!” I asked and the guy nodded his head again.

” Okay then!, Let’s go to my car…it’s over there!” I excitedly told them gesturing to my car.

I went ahead and they followed behind.

I opened the seat door and when they both climbed in, I closed it back.

Going to the drivers seat, I fastened my seat belt and ignited the engine.

“Dwayne just wait and see how generous I can be for you!” I said inwardly.

TO BE CONTINUED

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