SHAPESHIFTERS
Part 8's
The arrival of Bella at this time, became a bit of a solace that Marco felt.
While enjoying the meal together, occasionally they both laughed at the silliness, which they did in the past.
"Do you remember when I kissed you on the cheek in front of Jack?" ask Bella.
Marco clearly remembered the events of that time.
The embarrassment and joy that were mixed together, made little Marco blush.
But tonight, Marco pretended that he had to think hard, in order to remember.
"Hmmm... Where were we when you kissed me on the cheek?" ask Marco.
"You forgot? In fact, at that time I gave you the loli candy, so you pretended to be happy in front of Jack," said Bella, shaking her head.
"Oh... Ja. I remember it now," said Marco, sticking with his pretense.
Bella put her hands together in a refutation of her chin, with her elbows resting on the table.
"Daradly so...! You're acting really well, but Jack still doesn't care about me" Bella said, with a disappointed look.
"You're still interested in him?" marco asked curiously.
"Yes" replied Bella.
"Actually, I saw him a few times, when I was in college. But it's still like before. Jack seemed to assume I never existed" continued Bella, after taking a deep, deep breath.
"How's Jack looking now?" ask Marco.
"Great! Getting great!" replied Bella, who seemed excited again.
"Sightiness multiplies. Many of my college friends fell in love with him, even though Jack was more often seen with a cold face" Bella continued.
Bella then lowered her hand, then held the edge of the table with both palms.
"I have to go home now!" bella said, then stood up from her seat.
"Oh, yes! Your pie is delicious. As I recall, it feels similar to your Mommy-made. Once in a while, do you want to make it for me again?" ask Bella.
"Can. When I'm not doing a lot of work, I'll make that pie for you" Marco replied.
"But, don't pay for it with just candy! It hurt me!" marco joked.
"Just calm. I'll pay you a fair price" Bella said.
They laugh together, then accompanied by Marco, Bella walks towards the exit of Marco's house.
They hugged for a while, before Bella passed the door, and waved her hand at Marco, while walking down the stairs.
Bella suddenly stopped her steps, then turned to look at Marco, who was still waiting near the door.
"When can I come here again?" ask Bella.
"Yes!" marco replied hurriedly.
"okay! Huh...!" said Bella.
Marco was still looking at Bella who entered his car, and passed away from Marco's yard, until the sound and light of Bella's vehicle, disappeared in the dark of night.
Marco closed the door, and locked it with a pretty happy heart.
Bella who still considers Marco as her friend, makes Marco excited.
Marco changed his clothes in his room, took his mattress, to sleep by the fireplace.
Marco had to sleep well tonight, so as not to look pale when visiting Sister Martha.
***
Still as usual, Marco still does not know the word 'pulse'.
As if not enough with one strange dream, which disrupted his sleep every night, added another dream that was increasingly confusing for Marco.
Running non-stop chasing something, and I don't know what he's after.
That morning, Marco woke up exhausted.
The blanket he was wearing, had already been thrown away from his bed.
Marco shook his head.
Just by wagging as much as possible, Marco started again with a morning routine, taking care of the animals in cages.
Everything's sorted out.
The livestock has also been delivered to fresh food traders.
The rest of the food Bella brought last night, will be her meal before leaving for the forest.
With the food from the fridge cold, and heated briefly in the oven, Marco filled his stomach at that moment.
Coffee without sugar a big cup, will not be missed in the menu.
Marco enjoyed his meal, looking out the window.
Sparrows playing in his cornfield, a sight that Marco can watch.
After finishing his meal, Marco drives his old car into the woods.
Protected forests, which are guarded by the city government, are the lungs of the city that produce oxygen.
The trees in the forest will survive, as long as the city rules still stipulate, if the place is protected.
Last night it seemed that the foggy forest area was thick enough, so that the remaining dew could still make Marco's trouser legs wet, as he passed through the thick, thigh-high bush.
The usual spot where Marco changes his body shape, looks the same as usual, although the leaves on the forest floor, feel wetter with a little mixed with mud.
Naked round, his clothes he had stored in his backpack, Marco concentrated on being able to quickly become an eagle.
Flapping his wide wings, Marco flew up past the forest umbrella, and moved freely in the air.
This time, whatever he is, Marco has to be extra careful.
It is possible, because it is holiday season, so like yesterday, there are people who suddenly want to spend their time, by taking a walk in the forest.
Marco flapped his wings even tighter, and flew until it pierced through the clouds.
Up there, no one could notice his movements.
Thick clouds, like a soft, wet cotton floor.
It's really fun, when you feel that it's just for yourself.
With the height of Marco now, there was no wind blowing, and Marco had to keep flapping his wings in order to keep flying.
Finally Marco felt tired, and slowly went down and looked for an open area that produced heat, which pushed the air up.
That way, Marco only needed to spread his wings wide, and he would still float, without having to worry about falling on the ground all of a sudden.
If only all the people on earth were like Marco, then the earth would be a pleasant world.
Marco will not be undermined with fear, just in case he may be captured, and can freely transform his form into any animal, without being said to be a 'strange man'.
Marco returned to the forest, watching all the movements on the forest floor.
Waterfall with clear river, seen some people there.
About ten people, seemed fun to gather near the river, although there were some people who were seen swimming.
Apparently, they don't just want to take a shower and walk around.
There were several tents set up near the river, with smoke billowing high from between the tents.
Those people are camping.
Marco flew low, and kept his flying distance with the people below.
A little envy was raised in Marco's heart.
Young ladies down there, looking happy to be with their friends.
When can Marco feel, get along with others so freely?