I walked into his one-room apartment and I am surprised his apartment is this cosy, not that I had expected something less from him, but this beat my imagination.
For a man of his age, he possessed much more,
The present condition of living in this heaven knows what country is far low, he is far more comfortable than many working-class adults.
He is as comfortable as any billionaire's son. who is he, I forgot to ask his surname? I made a mental note to ask later
I looked around, It is a large room, it's like a mini wear house converted into a single living room with bed space and all.
In one corner he has what looks like a walk-in closet, I must say it looks rather large in this room.
It runs from one side of the room to another with a hanger that length, he has his cloth stretched out on it.
Two inches in from the wall opposite his door is his shoe rack. This stood from the callings down, with different shoes colours and shapes but the same size.
Then to my left; with almost fifteen inches in is what I call his kitchen, this side housed his fridge kitchen cabinet cutlery handed on the wall dining table and chairs.
This site also has minibar drinks and different drinking glasses are arranged to perfection, I wondered who he is trying to impress but I must say I am impressed.
One thing I noticed thou is that is the bed is very close to his door, my heart sank, he must be a ladies man, that one that is only interested in what is between the leg.
But I cannot tell my assumption of him might be so wrong, what happened to not judging a book by its cover? I scolded myself
I cleared my head and refused to dwell on the fact I need this help and I know I am going to get it if it is the last thing I am going to do.
I then looked up to my right where his tv stood on the wall I must say it is very big, covering almost a good part of the wall on my left.
I notice him coming out of his walk-in closet with his hands free of my little belongings.
"Make yourself comfortable," He said walking to his fridge which was placed on the floor, he bent down and brought water from the fridge.
"Care for water he asked" I shook my head I have gone way beyond water, I believe water at this time will only cause advoke.
He took a closer look at me, then asked "How long have you been sitting at that junction?"
All of a sudden I felt very ashamed of my behaviour for no reason I must say, only that I had been very desperate and I did not like that.
It took me a while to answer him and he waited patiently for my answer, then nodded, encouraging me to talk, like telling a child 'talk no wrong answers.'
I got to that junction twenty-five minutes to twelve, I answered truthfully, I had checked my phone for the time the instant I got to wait for him.
The sun was high and scorching, I must say and if not for the shelter provided for people waiting for the next bus to come, I would have been roasted black sitting out in the sun.
I looked up looking straight into his eyes and watched as pity crept into his brown eyes, I do not want him to feel pity for me but if I say so he might just throw me out of his house so I kept quiet.
He must have seen in my eyes that I do not cherish been pitied because he looked away and turned back to his fridge
"I do not have food in the house, I am practically a coffee and biscuit person so I will make you a cup of tea or coffee and fixed you with some biscuits then we will go out for supper."
He said all this with his back to me, then turned round to ask
"So what will it be, tea or coffee?"
"I will love tea, thank you so much," I said meaning it. He nodded then turned to his cabinet and fixed my tea.
Some minutes later, he handed it over. I took it with trembling hands. I have not had food all day and yesterday I had only lunch.
No sane person will call what I had as lunch, but then what can I say, three tiny slices of bread with water
So throw in the constant stress my body had to go through these few days; with a bad diet and whole day starvation, you will arrive at where I am now, shaking almost badly but doing all I could to hide it.
He noticed but choose not to make any comment on it, I know this because his lips go thinner like he was putting effort into not saying what's on his mind.
I ate quickly as I can, but not too quickly to show my level of starvation. when I am through, I tried to stand up to clean the plate I had just used but my sight suddenly went blank.
I sat down instantly and worried if he had seen what just happened, no words from him, so I assumed he wasn't watching me.
Just as the blankness came it left so suddenly, but left me so weak I can hardly lift my hands.
I tried to give him back the empty cup and plate; I had at the spore of the moment dumped on my laps, by lifting my hands slowly with so much effort.
I knew it is wrong not to offer to clean after myself but I am so weak all of a sudden, I do not know what had suddenly gone wrong with my system.
He must have gone to his closet just before I blanked out because, he suddenly emerged from there walked straight to me, picking the plate and cup I was trying to pick from my laps.
My weakness must have shown on my face because he suddenly wore a frown and asked.
"Are you alright? You look very tired all of a sudden. is there pain or illness I should know about?" He said looking very consigned.
I will too; if I am in his shoes, a stranger I brought home after eating suddenly takes to sickness, I can relate to that.
But then I quickly tried to debunk that notion by standing up too quickly and shaking my head. Wrong move because my leg gave way.
I was whisked quickly against a solid chest as he was quickly by my side, dropping the plate and cup he was holding to catch me,
I hadn't even heard him move, he lifts me bridal style, then he was whisking me to his door, I looked at the broken plate and cup and my heart wept.
I dragged myself quickly back to the matter at hand he was taken out of his house, probably to drop me back at the bus stop.
Panic rose from my Tommy, he was going to throw me out because he thinks I am diseased, I can blame him, but I can't let him because he is my last hope.
"Don't throw me out I do not have any diseases?" I said as we got to his door
"Who said anything about throwing you out? but we are seeing my doctor" he looks determined,
"Wait!" I said before he could whisk me out of the door, and he stopped looking down at me. I thought I see pity in his eyes but it was quickly masked off, replacing the look with determination as he yanked his door opened.
"Wait" I repeated this time stronger and with a determination of my own and once again he stopped, looking at me.
"The only sickness I have is lack of food," I said shamefully.
He smiled. "That took a lot to come out I guess?" When I did not reply, too embarrassed to answer, he said.
"I know just the right hospital for that, but I do not think you have enough strength to go with me." he walked to his bed and placed me carefully on it.
"I will be right back, he walked to his reading table exchange his credit card with another, walked to the door, stopped to wink at me and then he was gone.
I lay back in this bed wondering why he left a stranger all alone in his house. options for his reason came to my head.
One, it is the fact that he has never been burnt before or he does not value his property enough to care or he is too trusting.
All of that does not define the guy that occupies this space so I gave myself more reason.
His eyes are sharp and penetrating, he may have seen my state and know I can't even stand from this bed to save my own life.
I tried to stand up to prove myself wrong, but I was right, I can't, pain shoots throughout my body only then do I know it was more than hunger.
I was burning with fever, why he has believed me, I could not tell. all that and more runs through my mind as I blank out.