After roundabout fifteen minutes we reach our destination. It's a good located hideout, many tree tops and branches are in front of that, so for the unschooled eye, there's only jungle to see. Going into the hiding, there's a cooking place and a wind protected cave to sleep in. A sum of fifty people is gathered around us, speaking in their own language, not English, so much I can hear out. Maybe it's a dialect from the origin of the human population? Maybe, only his sister Theresa can tell us the story behind this scene.
"Let's have dinner together, you are hungry, for sure! Hiking through the forest for days, without proper drinking and eating makes you look unhealthy, I see. Why aren't you caring about yourself and your girlfriend?", she asks her brother reproachfully. Yes, it seems his sister is, even if I don't trust her, quite nice towards me and a little like a big sister towards Oliver.
His ears get redder with each minute. "I'm sorry, Theresa. I didn't thought about it properly. I only wanted to see you, if you are truly dead or not. But now we are standing in front of you and I can't be happier about that. I missed you so much, like only a little brother can miss his older sister!" He hugs her with tears in his eyes. Oh, my man, he's feeling so much in this moment.
"Yeah, I believe you. Man!", she directs to me. I only nod. Sometime men can be really uncareful. Change of thought, I'm hungry. She's right about that. In that way, I take a step forward to break the actual situation. Of course, she got my intention and leads the way to the cooking place.
"Naturally, you want something to eat, so you can help our two main cooks in preparing the food. Help yourself", she tells us, then goes to her place to stay until dinner is ready. I look at Oliver, knowing that he's not happy about cooking now, but unless he wants to starve, he must do something for his food.
I go for the woman and the man in natural looking kitchen – mostly earth and an open fire - and offer my ability to work with my hands gesturing. At first, they don't understand the meaning, but with time they smile and wave me to them. They show me something green to tear. Oliver helps to skins a dear looking animal. It's not good, we only understand his sister speaking. While we are working, they speak in their mother tongue, making no effort to show us something. It's a little bit to calm, even if Oliver comments something from time to time. But he only blabs about something irrelevant, nothing interesting, nothing stimulates my brain.
After tearing the green something looking like a salad, I should give a little bit of the animal fat, Oliver skinned and parted, into the big oven pan. As I do, the two natives give a few leaves to the hot fat. It seems, the leaves are spices. They do must have taste in this way. Otherwise, they wouldn't be the cooks here, I think his sister Theresa would rather eat bloody meat than cook it with delicious smelling spices. But looks can be deceiving, I'm the one to tell, I smile lightly to myself. Before I reduced my weight, everybody would only comment about that, not about my brain and friendly character. As a woman it's different to live correctly as it is for a man, I think. Men do not have so much expectations from around him, because often it seems, all he does is overly correct. But it could be a fooling suggestion, I did create in my brain.
Frying the meat in the oven pan, turning it around as it must be done after a time, we look at the salads and the meat. Dinner is finished in no time, the natives are gathering around us, each one them, holding a wooden plate in their hands. Even if they are natives, they seem to be very developed. Maybe Theresa has showed them, after she was healed and couldn't get back to her parents. Yeah, that could be, that's likely the case.
As we eat the meat with the salad lookalike, they talk and laugh with each other. Kids are running between the people, catching the runner, then the game turns around. It never gets boring to watch. Nobody talks to us, it's very suspecting. My instinct as an experienced business woman tells me that we should make our way back to where we come from. It would be the best, to do it now. But Oliver wants to wait, he wants to learn about his sister, his longing is clear in his eyes as he looks every minute to Theresa, while I'm forgotten.
To tell the truth, I like him a little bit more than friends, told him my fresh love for him. But now, Theresa is new, she's more interesting than me. It stinks me a little bit, but I'm a grownup woman, I can understand the need to see a long-lost member. He wants to hug for hours, happy to be near her again. I don't stand between his feeling towards her, I would never be this egoistical, for sure. I'm Wanda and I don't do such below actions.
As I said, he stands up and wanders to Theresa. She looks up and smiles at him. He sees that as offer to sit down beside her. They start to talk; it seems that it was long overdue. As I sit by myself, I think about my past. Until now, I didn't have time to think about it, as I worked hard anytime. Training, working at the office, that are the main aspects of my life, otherwise helping Oliver in his private life. Is it enough? Want I reach more in my life? Actually, I want start a family, see kids playing in the house of my man an me and enjoy life. But can I think of Oliver as the father of my kids?