The grass that stays silent,
But it hides the sounds of new love,
It hides and protects
Unsaid thoughts and coveted beliefs
The grass stays silent, has no perch to see
its everlasting greenery shades the hidden secrets
But it converses with the universe
Far beyond the limits of earth
Jerua clipped the wrist of that girl firmly. He was not able to see her face, there were too many hairs hurled over her face, he wanted to remove them aside to have a clear view of this privacy invader, this unnamed intruder but before doing that, the girl fell. She fell; her back was facing the ground. The girl sighed and started weeping, something hard got stabbed into her bones. Jerua helped her rise up. The girl recovered the flute shaped something. She did not understand. She was pretty embarrassed. She wanted to run away but her wrist was still in hands of jerua.
Jerua asked, "who are you and what are you doing here?"
The girl was too afraid to talk to the man who has this spacious chest, sonorous sound when spoke and was tall as a tree. She managed to say a few words. " I, I,I, ammm...Chika" her voice was drenched in embarrassment.
"I asked who are you? Why were you spying on me and why would you hide in the grass and why would you fall?"
He asked too many questions. Chika was still in shock, she did not know what to say, maybe Jerua thought of him as a spy from the enemy's land but the truth was Jerua was unfamiliar with that mighty enemy. He never pictured his mighty enemy as a little, child-looking girl, but still, he was alarmed.
The girl said in a dry tone "Don't worry, I'm not the enemy, we don't even know who the enemy is?"