The darkness is making me sleepy. I stand up and walk to Oliver and Theresa. Telling them "Good night", I smile and walk off to our sleeping place. Stepping up to the cave, I find a piece of animal fur prepared for us. On one side, I lay down, staring to the entrance of the cave. Seeing the stars and the moon, wandering over the heaven, I wonder, what's up. Why did I think of Oliver as the father of our future children? My inner me is knowing, what I didn't acknowledge. Should I ask him, if we could start dating, because I want to and maybe, he does, too. Know me better. Then start a relationship. Living together. Planning our marriage. It should be a private wedding, without the distant relatives. I don't have a lot of relatives, so it would be a problem, if the wedding is too big. I would feel lonely at my own party. After the wedding, we start a family, consisting of three kids in the end. A dream. But a realistic dream, I would do anything to fulfil it. My eyes are in a heart-shaped form now, the idea makes me love the image of him and me.
Sometime in the middle of the night, my eyes shut down. Dreamland took me in, giving me the most delicious dreams about Oliver. He's making me compliments, bakes a cake and telling me, how he's in love with me. Wonderful. I must be smiling in reality.
My eyes open once, seeing Oliver lay down besides me. Taking me in his arms, to hold the warmth, we are creating with our bodies. Even if the jungle is quite warm, in the night there is a great coldness, I'm not really convenient with. "Good night, Wanda. I like you a lot", he whispers to me, as I fall back to sleep. His arms in a protecting manner around my waist. I like this feeling.
A hand is waking me up. Rolling me from side to side. I can't identify this kind of waking somebody up, but I open my eyes. There's the face of Oliver, above me, smiling at me with his freshest look. It's truly unfair, how he looks good, as I for myself looks like a bag of one-week-open-chips. Baggy. Worn out. Big shadows under my eyes. Not good to look at, I can persuade you.
"Good morning, Wanda. I hope you slept well. I prepared the furs for us, yesterday. They didn't have something other to lay on. Everybody, expect the children, hunts for their own furs, to have it as convenient as possible. But I didn't have time to do so, and I have no skills in hunting down something great. I hope you can understand this."
"It's good, really. Don't make yourself crazy with such a low thematic. Something else, should we pack our things? We did speak yesterday about this, didn't we? Or what do you plan to do? I want to make sure; we think both of going back to our country."
"Yes, you are right, Wanda", he seems to tell the truth. But there is a big 'But' in his speaking. "What else", I question him. "I like to see my sister. I've missed her so much. I was a little kid, when I've seen her at last. Can you understand me? I like the time with her, she's making me curious about what she did to survive in the jungle. The question, if our parents ever missed her, bothered her really. We are brother and sister, born from the same parents, both the same blood flowing through our veins. In head we seem not to be relatives, but our subconscious is bringing us together. One day, I'm begging you Wanda. Without you, I'm only half of the man, I was before you. I hope, you can understand my feelings for you, too. But now, my sister is at the front. Speaking with her, remembers me of our wonderful childhood, like the big sister she was for me." He smiles at the thought of the past.
"Oliver, I can understand. Truly. But frankly, I'm not convenient to be in the jungle with a lot of alien persons, you know? But for you, I stand it for one more day. You know the meaning of it? It's really hard to hold on." I look right into his bright eyes. I know, he is happy about my statement. I like to see him happy. But I don't know, if it's the best thing to do in our situation. I don't trust Theresa, but I don't know why. Maybe I see it, when I should see the fault. Karma is always leading the way.
"Come on, stand up. Today they are going hunting and I should come with them, Theresa told me at the fire yesterday night. I'm really curious about that. Maybe I can learn something from them. The natural way of surviving in the jungle, I guess", he seems to make a joke. I laugh for him, but I don't like the idea of him in the wildness. Yes, we both were wandering through the jungle for a few days, but the "hunting" is a different meaning for me. It's kind of dangerous.
I push the thoughts to the butterflies in my belly. Love is a good feeling, when it comes to expressing this feeling to somebody, you truly like. But now it's a failure. In such a situation it the best to remain rational. Brain in front of heart. That's the right way!
"Yes, but mind the danger. You are running after a wild animal. This situation can change quickly. Then the wild animal turns around and you run away. You never know, what's nature is holding back for you."
"Wanda, sometimes you are crazy", he laughs. "But that's the way, how I like you the best." He gives me a peck on the lips. Yes, that's the way I love you, too. In the best and worst ways.