Charmed by direct eye contact, slowly, Kevin lifted up his hand and gently pulled out the hair pin which held Pinky's hair. In a wavelike motion, the long natural dark hair fell behind her back.
"My name is Kevin Moore."
"I just wanted to tell you _ you're just as beautiful as my mother when she was still a young mermaid," he spoke his first words to the captivater of his heart.
These words weren't only truly from the deepest part of his heart, he meant them.
However, grandaunt took the words as the biggest insult to her granddaughter. They sparked her anger towards Kevin.
She took a few steps forward and snatched the hair pin out of Kevin's hand. "You think you can manipulate my daughter you thick beard witch!"
Angrily grandaunt yelled.
However, Kevin's calmness could win over the battle. Neither did he react nor feel bad when grandaunt provoked him.
At this moment, Kevin's musculine voice and the words that came along with it had already caught Pinky's attention and dug deep into her heart. She was feeling butterflies for Kevin too.
"it's alright grandaunt, we need to be nice to visitors, he is sick remember."
Pinky turned eyes to her and spoke against her grandaunt's anger towards Kevin, with a very romantic voice tone.
"Seriously!" Grandaunt exclaimed.
On an open-mouthed gaze at her granddaughter, she couldn't believe her ears.
Pinky lifted her eyes at Kevin and said to him, "call me Pinky", while she smiled.
Like a disturbed desert python, grandaunt raged beyond control. She grabbed Pinky's hand and pulled her to the side, just a few steps away from Kevin to give her some lectures.
"It's obvious that witch over there has succeeded in using his charms on you..."
"My object!"
As grandaunt was still lecturing Pinky, a sudden exclamation was made by Kevin. Curiously both turned and looked at him.
"Where's my object? Give it back...!"
Aggressively, Kevin began to turn the households upside down. From one room to another, like a mad man, Kevin loitered around looking for the object. To him, a scrap old version computer monitor was huge hope to bond with his father incase they meet.
"What is wrong with him?" In a small voice, Pinky wondered.
However, seeing Kevin behaving madly brought a smile on grandaunt's cheeks. She knew it was the only chance she had to prove her point to Pinky.
"See what I've been telling you, don't you think an evil spirit has captured him?" At tension, grandaunt insinuated.
Pinky and her grandaunt began to pull ropes. Persistently, grandaunt started to pester Pinky to align with her decision, to send Kevin away from their home, which Pinky stood against.
All over a sudden, in the family room, Kevin saw the house television. He grabbed and lifted it up on a downcast face. Although the television was an old model, same shape and colour like his object, but it was bigger and too heavy in his hands.
"How dare you tamper with my object....! What have you done to it?"
When Pinky saw Kevin's reaction while holding a television in hands, her memory recalled, at the shores was an old model scrap computer right next to Kevin by the time he was rescued.
Pitifully, she walked closer and politely promised him, "if you put this object back down, I can take you to where yours is."
Kevin: "Really!"
Pinky: "Uh hmm!"
"Thats our television he is about to break!" Grandaunt whispered to Pinky anxiously.
"I know!"
Obediently, Kevin put the television back down, perfectly well in its previous position, then after he turned his eyes to Pinky. Calmly, she asked him to come with her.
Horror-struck, grandaunt stood at the house entrance and watched Pinky and Kevin leave in a distance. She sighed a relief.
At the foreshore when they arrived, luckily, the computer was still there. "Look!" Pinky pointed to show him.
When Kevin saw the object, he got at the peak of his excitement. So fast he ran and picked it. Surely happy for him, a smile quirked corners of Pinky's mouth when she noticed how happy Kevin was.
Silently, Pinky wondered how possible such a computer of ages, moreover in a scrap condition, excited Kevin like he had won a lottery, if he really was a normal person.
"He can't even shave his beard!" She said, "he might be truly out of his senses."
"But I think I like him...," Pinky smiled butterflies.
Later, after darkness had sealed off day light, stars filled the skies. Inside the ramshackled house, four members of a household, grandaunt, Pinky's grandmother, Jonathan and Pinky herself weirdly stared at barbaric Kevin Moore.
At this moment, the tilapia grandaunt had prepared for dinner in the saucepan was confiscated. On a very serious note, Kevin had stood his grounds, protecting the cooked fish not to be eaten.
"I can't allow you to eat her because she's innocent!"
As a merman, fish in the sea was among his best friends and to him, defending its rights was very normal. He began to cry and calling humans heartless.
"I think we leave the fish alone for today and accompany our rice with vegetables," Pinky suggested.
"Bringing a savage to our home! All in the name of... helping! "Hm," Angrily, grandaunt condemned, casting a blame. "It's all Jonathan's fault!"
Pinky couldn't stand her grandaunt's pride and arrogance. Right infront of everyone she exclaimed, mentioning her tittle. "Grandaunt!"
"Instead of calling him all sorts of weird names, why don't we try to ask him how he ended up on foreshore... naked. Don't you think it makes more sense?"
Jonathan couldn't just sit down and watch the peace in his humble family get lost when Pinky and her grandaunt began to crash over a solvable matter.
"Pinky is right," he spoke.
Grandaunt felt some sort of embarrassment. She uttered a lonely laughter as she clapped hands shamefully. Everyone else quietly looked at her sudden behavior.
"Now am the one to blame here uh..., OK! I get it... zip, my mouth is shut," she talked with guilt.