"Hey! I'm talking to you old fart. Give me my stuff." That thug was pushing the old man.
"I didn't know what are you talking about? I don't...have the stuff you need."
The old was panicking. He was backing up as the thug was pushing him with his words.
"Listen, dear, I didn't have anything. Please let me go."
Loki was carefully observing the fight. Thought it was a one-sided fight.
So that old man is truly a nice person. Now I'm depressed. Why did I doubt him? I have to do something for that old man.
Loki was feeling down seeing the man dominated by that thug.
"Hey! Old man! I don't have much time to waste on you. Didn't Kolien give you the stuff to deliver? He told me that here would be someone would be here to deliver i-"
As he was throwing arrogant statements on to the old weak man, his gaze moved to the truck.
"Did you see that coffin moving?"
"Huh?" The old man glanced at the coffin but it
was as it was supposed to be.
"No, it was like that from the start."
"Oh, then it might be my imagination.
So, that was I talkin-- Did you notice that the coffin moved again?"
The old man altered his sight from the thug to the truck.
"No, it was nothing like that."
"What is in that coffin?"
The thug asked nervously as his sweats were pouring from his forehead.
"oh, there was nothing in there. I brought it for myself. You see it's almost my time to die. So I just bought it." The old man said in a somehow sorrowful manner.
"Okay, ok--" without finishing his words the thug left the place hurriedly. His face was covered with fear. Perhaps he thought that old man somewhat creepy.
Although the old man was a kind-hearted person.
In the meantime, Loki couldn't hold his laughter any longer.
"That thug was afraid of a mere ghost. That's hilarious. Haha...Oh sh*t that old man is coming back. Just don't open the coffin, please. Sorry to misjudge you." Loki thought to himself.
The old man was slowly coming back to his truck and got up on the driver's seat. He was throbbing violently as he moved.
"I suppose he doesn't have many days to live," said Loki feeling sympathy towards the old man.
The engine started loudly, however, it wasn't slightly loud as earlier. Maybe the truck was also getting aged with the man. The more Loki thought about him the more his heart melt.
The wind was rising, brushing all the leaves of the trees. The forest was crawling with wild noises. It was the beauty of nature. Not only it felt really good to Loki but also it was fabulous to sights.
The roads were going deeper into the forests.
"This man lives inside the forest? Not that it surprises me. He looks like someone who tries to avoid communication. Those who are like that appear to like living with nature."