Chapter 4

"Hey, you're stupid, you might trip," Atarah stopped walking when she suddenly heard what Blake said. 'is he worried?'

 "I'm just staring at where we're going because we might suddenly get lost," this is her excuse, but she's thinking about how to make the place even more lost.

 "I thought you were from here, why would we get lost?" He suddenly asked. Atarah couldn't turn around because she was worried that Blake might suddenly read her expression.

 "Yes, we don't really live here, it's rare that anyone comes here," she said with her back turned, after she finished saying that she walked away again.

 The place where they are is far away from the place where she lives, and this place is not visited by their kinds because there are many people who are lost here and are afraid of getting lost even more.

 "Why does it seem like you've come so far?" He asked. Atarah couldn't help but be annoyed by Blake's question but tried to calm herself down.

 "Shhh," she said, also to convey that Blake should stop asking her anything because maybe something else will come out of her mouth and she will say that she is the woman he is looking for.

 "Ahh, ok let's take a break there, I'm just going to call someone." Atarah stopped with a nod.

She changed her mind because, for some inexplicable reason he didn't see the man who broke her heart but the man in front of her now was inquisitive and kinder even if you look. 'Couldn't I get it wrong? what if he just has a twin?'

 "Let's go there first," she said and walked to the side where there was a tree with big roots that they used to sit on.

 Atarah thinks about what she will do with Blake because the longer the time they spend together the more her eyes soften towards the earthling. She didn't even admit it, but her anger was disappearing and she was gradually repenting of her manipulation on the young man.

 When Blake sat down, he immediately took his cell phone from his pocket and called Trixie, worried that she might get angry because of his current situation.

 "Sorry I don't think I will come with you to watch a movie, I have something else to go," Blake excused, he couldn't tell the truth because she would just think he was just fooling her.

 Atarah was currently listening quietly to what Blake was talking about while marveling at Blake's phone.

 "Sorry," he said, but he only received a loud shout from the other line.

 "What the hell Blake! Didn't we talk last night that we were going to watch a movie?!" She said angrily, Blake couldn't help but hold his breath because Trixie was mad at him because they just made up last night.

 "We will watch the movie when I come back, I promise," he said calmly.

 "I don't care!" That was the last thing he heard and the next thing was the sound of his cellphone signaling that Trixie had hung up the call.

 "Fuckshit!" Blake threw his cellphone on the ground, wondering how Atarah looked at him differently even though she didn't understand what Blake was saying, she knew he was angry at that time.

 "What's happen?" Atarah asked and stood up from the root where she was sitting and walked closer to where Blake's cellphone was then picked it up.

 "Are you okay? Why did you suddenly throw this thing away?" Atarah asked, turning the cellphone around in her hand as if observing it. Because of what she was doing, Blake immediately looked at her, he couldn't help but to chuckled and shook his head because of the girl's appearance.

 "Because my girlfriend and I didn't get along," Blake answered, and Atarah looked at him

 "Girlfriend?" She asked wonderingly. Blake didn't know how to explain the word mentioned.

 "Ahh what....ahh it's the girl that I love," he said, then understood what he said.

 "Ahh? You have a wife?" She immediately asked. 'does she have wife? It's wrong for me to still like him' thought Atarah.

 Blake laughed involuntarily at that, but forced himself to fix his expression before answering.

 "Yes, that's it," he gave up even though he was laughing because Atarah's knowledge was far from his.

 "That girl you were with before?" She asked again, this time it was Atarah who became more inquisitive of the two of them.

 "Hmm yes it is," he said, while nodding.

 "Hmmm, this is the thing you threw away," said Atarah, when he stopped asking and gave Blake's cellphone.

 "Come on," Atarah invited again to continue. Blake couldn't do anything but follow.

 While walking, he couldn't help but look at the girl, wondering why she was wearing a knee-length formal dress but it was also black and she was also wearing shoes.

 "I just wanted to ask something," Atarah said while walking.

 "What's that?" Blake asked.

 "What's that called in your hand?" She asked, turning around and looking at Blake's cellphone in his hand.

 Blake looked where Atarah was looking.

 "That's a cellphone," Blake said and that's when he looked straight ahead.

 "What that use?" She asked again.

 "There are so many things, it's hard to tell you one by one," said Blake, because he really didn't want to explain. Atarah was easy to talk to and quickly nodded.

 "That's right, don't worry, it's still difficult for you to explain, please hurry up and walk," she said. None of them spoke and focused their attention on traveling but he also looked at her a few times.

 When they were walking together he caught a glimpse of her face, but he immediately looked away when he was reminded of the reality.

 A few hours passed but he noticed the tiredness, because at that time he and Atarah gradually got along. Atarah also started talking to him without asking and Blake did the same, they quickly got along -pick up in a very short time.

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It was now afternoon and it was almost evening, but they were both happy to rest first and continue their journey tomorrow.

 "Waaahhh how is this?" Atarah said with a problem, as she twirled the cellphone in his hand, thinking about how to use it, because of her appearance, Blake came to her, laughing.

 "What you are doing is not right," said Blake, gently taking the cellphone from Atarah's hand.

 "Just watch me and you will follow," he said, after opening the apps. Atarah slowly nodded and remained silent while observing what Blake was doing, they were both silent until Atarah couldn't stop talking because she wanted to she will try that.

 "Are you making a home?" She asked, amazed at what she saw.

 "Yes, is it nice?" Blake asked, but she still didn't look at it he just continued playing.

 "Yes nice, can I try?" Blake turned to her and watched her for a few minutes until he didn't realize that he had handed the cellphone to Atarah himself.

 The girl was very happy because she reached it, on the one hand, she looked like a child who was granted whatever she wanted.

 When Blake look because of the bridge he was staring at the girl he turned around and lay down even though the sky wasn't dark yet he really wanted to sleep at that time.

 'I just realize that I often stare at her, this is not good'

 {TOMORROW}

 "Wake up, Blake, wake up," Blake suddenly stood up in shock when he felt as if someone was shaking him.

 He immediately turned around and the brunette skin, with a sharp nose, thick eyebrows and eyelashes were like gray eyes.

 "What's that?" He said sleepily while looking in another direction.

 "Your cellphone died, I can't use it anymore," Blake yelled at him with wide eyes.

 "What?!" He asked. He calmed down when he saw the girl's face as if she was ashamed.

 "I woke you up a while ago" she said bowing. 'she didn't sleep?' Blake gasped because of this.

 "How's that, I can't call Trixie, why you use it too much," he said while looking at the cellphone.

 "I didn't know It was going to die," she said bowing down, because she was ashamed of the weight of the sin she had committed.

 "Hey let it go," said Blake, because he remembered he had an ipad with him, he immediately looked for the bag where it was. He looked around and saw it leaning against a tree, he immediately approached it.

 "What is it that activates the cellphone to come back to life?" Asked Atarah while Blake was looking around.

 Blake looked at her and stopped what he was doing.

 "Electricity," he said, wondering why Atarah suddenly smiled

 "Where is it loaded?" She asked again, showing him where to put the charger even though he didn't know why she was asking that.

 Atarah grabbed the cellphone and turned away from Blake, closing her eyes and pointing her index finger where Blake said to charge.

 A light seemed to show his index finger. Electricity started entering Blake's cell phone when he did that without any difficulty, its battery was filled immediately.

 When he saw the cellphone light up, she happily stopped what she was doing and turned to Blake who was currently stunned because he was wondering what Atarah was doing.

 "There, you can use it," Blake surprisingly took the cellphone from her while frowning and looked at his cellphone and that's when he saw that the percentage of his cellphone was suddenly full.

 Blake looked back at Atarah with wide eyes

 "How did you do that?" He asked in surprise.

 "I just touched it, why??" Ss if he didn't say anything, he just shrugged her shoulders.

 Blake immediately became alarmed and violently stood up from his seat.

 "Why did you stand up?" She asked. Atarah was about to try to step closer to Blake when she suddenly retreated away because that's when Atarah stopped stepping.

 "W-what are you really doing?" Blake stuttered as she backed away slowly.

 Atarah sighed because she knew how Blake would react to her. Repenting because it looks like she shocked Blake with what he did.

 "Are you afraid of me?" She asked weakly because of that voice. Blake suddenly stopped and it seemed that he was suddenly struck by conscience.

 Blake hesitantly stepped closer to her.

 "I'm just surprised, but what did you do?" he says.

 "I just held it," she said simply. Blake gave up and shook his head because Atarah said the same thing before and now.

 "Let it go, ohh, use it," said Blake, and handed Atarah the cellphone after all. Atarah seemed to be able to carry it so he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Let the girl use it again and she seems happy to use it.

 "Is there nothing to eat here?" Blake asked, looking around for something to eat

 "Nothing," Atarah said simply as if she didn't care because she was busy using his cellphone.

 Blake looked at her wondering if Atarah wasn't feeling any hunger because they hadn't eaten since yesterday.

 Blake observed Atarah for a long time.

A few minutes later he suddenly grabbed the cellphone from hee causing Atarah to look at him while snorting.

 "Let's find something to eat for now," Blake said, trying to pull Atarah upright.

 "But--" she wanted to complain but Blake spoke again.

 "No more but, let's go," he immediately pulled Atarah upright, the girl couldn't do anything if she didn't obey.

 "Where can I find something to eat here?" Blake asked as the two of them walked.

 "Over there, there's a fruit tree, over there," she pointed to a path.

 "Alright," both of them walked where Atarah pointed the direction. They were quiet until they reached a wide grove of trees that was like a dead end of the forest because there was no path to continue there.

 He was amazed at what he saw when he saw fruit trees, the others were already dropping them because no one was taking them.

 "There are a lot of fruits here, why don't you get them here?" Blake asked, looking around.

 "Is that edible? My sister said that it grows suddenly and then it's the poisonous fruit..." she said. Blake turned to her while frowning.

 "Huh? We eat that, what is the fruit you're talking about?" Blake asked, wanting to know what kind of fruit they were eating.

 Blake watched Atarah approach a plant near the tree, his brow furrowed because he looked like what Atarah was taking.

 "What is that?" Blake asked, as Atarah approached him.

 "Fruit. This is what we're going to eat," she said enthusiastically, glancing at Blake in a rather small circle.

 He was stunned for a few seconds as he remembered where he had seen it. When he remembered, his eyes widened and start screamed. "WHAT?!"