Half Human

When Nala unlocked her bedroom door she found a lot of blackbird feathers strewn across the white-tiled floor. Nala stayed in her room with the windows tightly closed and the day was still bright. She took the feathers that were in front of her feet, it was very softer than the feathers of birds that Nala once held, and again her size was not small birds breed.

Nala sniffs the air, her room is filled with a sweet fragrant melted chocolate and a faint smell of rain that just fell to meet Nala's smell. The fur that Nala holds also smells the smell of her favorite chocolate.

Crack!

The sound of friction makes Nala's head jerk towards her mattress with her eyes flickering. There was a large mound moving around in a thick blanket that lay in disarray. Nala's heart suddenly races, pumping blood quickly.

Nala's eyes are looking around, something to defend herself and find her badminton racket hanging from the wall. She slowly picked it up. Taking a slow breath and praying deeply for her safety later, Nala prepares to catch a blanket and know who or whatever is in it. Nala grasps the end of the blanket and begins to count in the heart.

One, two, Thr-

Nala has not even had time to count to three, the figure first surprises Nala who unknowingly retreats and closes to the wall. The figure stood towering over his bed while still wearing a blanket covering his entire body.

Nala can feel her own breath hunting until it is heard to the ears. Nala closes her lips as her brown eyes catch a tan-skinned hand out from behind a blanket, trying to pull away painstakingly.

Nala's breath is choked, when the figure manages to show who he really is, after the fragrant chocolate and the combination of the intense aroma of rain increasingly fill Nala's room.

Nala's eyes widen as the heart accelerates. There stood a man in black leather pants with no shirt.

The first thing that makes Nala proud is what is painted on the man's chest. Her name is written in large, clear black ink on his tan skin. Nala.

Nala doesn't know who this foreign man is, and why it could be in her tightly locked room and without a balcony. It was only suddenly in her room after Nala had just celebrated her birthday with her family downstairs.

Nala's eyes go up and instantly intersect with a clear grey iris on the right and a golden color on the left staring right into Nala's bead with sparkling. Nala shakes as if the air is strong around her, the eyes are like sucking her up in space-time.

His wild black hair sticking out here and there was perfectly ruffled but felt right on his head. Until a few strands of hair cover part of her thick eyebrows.

When the man pulls every corner of his lips upwards with the adam's apple up and down in such away. The squeak of the mattress sounded as he came down on the floor. Nala pointed her racket right at the man's chest. "Who are you?"

"Raymond, Nala." Nala's eyebrows were intertwined when she heard a loud hoarse voice from the man, who is known as Raymond, who said he looked right into his eyes.

"How do you know my name?" Nala desperately refrains from breathing too often or the smell of chocolate blending rain and freshly cut grass will affect her.

"It's a natural thing to happen, Ray's destined to be here, Nala," she says lightly with a curved lip. Nala sings with Raymond's use of the name.

"Nala asked Ray to come, then Ray's here." Nala sees the earnestness inside Raymond's different eyeballs that start to water. But Nala doesn't understand when she asks Raymond to come, she doesn't even know Raymond. "It hurts, Nala."

Knowing Raymond won't hurt herself, Nala releases her pressure and retreats a few steps. Nala why her heart and mind are so sure that Raymond is not a bad person.

Nala's brown eyes drop as she watches Raymond's hands rub his tattooed chest. "Why is there my name there?" pointed out Nala.

Raymond raises his head and smiles very broadly when he stares back at Nala. Raymond's hand stroked where the tattoo was. "This is a sign of ownership, Nala. Ray, Nala's and will take care of Nala."

Nala squinted, "You don't belong to anyone. I don't even know who you are," he says stressed.

Raymond cries afterward, staring at Nala in disbelief with his wide eyes. "Don't say that Nala. Ray doesn't have anyone, here even Ray is unwanted." Raymond crouched down hugging his knees while sobbing.

Nala cringes, this man is suddenly in her room, but it is Nala who feels guilty. Nala breathes deeply, where the scent is not as close as before. "No, it's not like that. You're a stranger, go into a girl's room without clothes on. And I don't know what your purpose is, you could have done evil, right?"

Raymond looked up at Nala, he rubbed his wet cheeks with the back of his hand and Raymond shook his head. "Ray came to look after Nala, Ray swore. Want Ray to show you something, Nala?"

Nala put her racket back on Raymond. "Please do. Make me believe."

Raymond rose to his feet wiping his watery nose with the back of his hand. "Ray won't hurt Nala. Promise."

Then Raymond bows his back, Nala staring alertly. She is like losing her breath as Nala looks clearly in front of her eyes, Raymond's back as it splits rapidly and pulls out two small black hairy protrusions that are getting bigger and bigger.

Nala unknowingly edged against the wall, the racket in her grasp fell off. Raymond stares at Nala with a curious look waiting for Nala to say something, even his eyes brighter beforehand.

Nala's eyes switch and are glued to the back of Raymond as his big wings appear and flap slowly. Yes, a pair of wings. Large, black and seems very soft and smooth. Nala just realized the feather she met just now wasn't a bird, but a human?

"Oh, My God." Nala closes her eyes tightly and opens quickly. New problem, reappearing. Her brother Daniel came at an incorrectly timed time. "Who are you?" hissed Daniel staring intently at Raymond.

Not knowing when Daniel suddenly sped in front of Nala and hit Raymond on the cheek hard, until Raymond fell to the floor.

As if her brother had one hundred percent courage and indifference to what kind of man Raymond was, Daniel held Raymond, who was crying with a murmur of pain, to his knees. "I don't know what kind of creature you are. But why is it in my sister's room?"

Nala must be dreaming now. Dreaming with the scent of thick chocolate, rain, and freshly cut grass. He's going to wake up. Definitely.

And it's all dark.

Thanks for reading.