Ayla of no people

"Come my dear," the man said as he opened the car door for the young girl to step out.

The girl stared at the man for a while, before jumping to the ground like it was a normal routine for her.

But she did not break her eye contact with the middle age man standing in front of her. She was never the type to trust any stranger blindly and follow like an obedient puppy, but for some reason she would choose to trust this man than her folks back home.

"Come in dear, before we catch a cold," the man said as he pulled her inside.

It was then that the girl realized that it was raining heavily. Actually this was not new to her, it used to raining heavily back home and she loved it, it made it easier for her.

"Antony is that you?" Ayla was pulled out of her train of thoughts by a soft but sharp voice.

"Yes, my love it's me. Come have a look..." the man trailed off when a beautiful woman with shoulder length blonde hair appeared. She was not that old probably same age or slightly younger than the man.

"Hello my dear, What is your name?" the woman asked excitedly that it caught Ayla of guard.

"Tell me my dear," the woman coaxed her, but the girl just stared at her as if she was alien of the sort.

"Its okay my dear, you must be cold, come with me," the woman said. Not giving the girl a chance to reply she pulled her away from the man's grasp, leaving the man with a huge smile on his face as he shook his head.

About five minutes later the duo come back to the dining area with the girl in different clothing that seemed to be much bigger for her frame, to find the man by the name Antony sitting at the head of the dining table waiting for them.

"Have a sit my dear, let me serve you," the woman made the girl sit down and started piling food on her plate.

"Monica my love, do you want to kill her with all that food?" the man asked with a smile plastered on his lips as a result of his lovely wife's behavior.

"Silly me," the woman said as she sat beside her husband and started talking with him.

"Who is she?"she asked but before the man could answer the woman's attention again drifted to the girl.

"Why aren't you eating my dear?" she asked the girl. She was expecting the girl to start eating immediately as she looked frail,and Monica could tell she had not eaten a decent meal in a long while.

Though asking her quite a lot of questions since she arrived, Monica figured that the girl could not talk, but she was surprised to receive an answer.

"Mi dear, she who, me no her. And many food for me and no hunting get no to eat day after day today?" she asked pointing at the food in front of her.

Monica and Anthony were dumfounded but for different reasons.

Monica was surprised that the girl could actually talk, even though she could not understand her language she was happy.

On the other hand Antony was surprised since that is the most the girl had spoken since he met her, and what did she mean by hunting?

"You can talk, my dear," Monica said in amazement as she stared at the bundle of joy in front of her.

"Me say many times me Ayla not mi dear,"the girl raises her voice a little to show that she is starting to get annoyed.

Somehow the woman understood what she said ,"Okay Ayla, am Monica and this is my husband Anthony," she introduced.

The girl could only stare at her as if she had grown an extra head.

"Ayla, What do you mean by hunting?" Antony asked.

" My- I mean Ayla please have your food before it gets cold," the woman spoke pointing at her still full plate.

The girl just stared at the people in front of her, even though she couldn't clearly understand what they were saying, she was really intrigued, she wanted to speak like them.

They reminded her of back home, how those people spoke, so different from her. She dropped her head to the food, it looked like the food those people ate, and she wanted to know how it tastes, if it was the same taste as hers.

So she took a small bite of the food, she could not help but widen her eyes in surprise, the food was really delicious, better than any food she ever had, and without meaning it she let out a word that the duo next to her seem to understand.

"Yummy," She had heard a girl say that word, when she ate her food next to a boy.

"You like the food?" Monica asked, happy that the girl liked her cooking.

"Me food bad not good," the girl said instead as she pointed at the food before her.

The man thought that the girl did not seem to like the food and was about to ask his wife to get something different when his wife suddenly baffled him.

"Why Ayla?Did your mother not make food for you?" she asked mimicking a woman holding a child.

"How do you know what she means?" Anthony asked shocked.

"I don't know I just understand her,"Monica said looking at the girl whose face was now sad, in contrast to a minute ago after tasting the food.

"What's wrong my dear, don't you have.... a mother?" she asked softly.

"Me nobody, me alone inside a rock, have hunting so me eat, food look different, people run me away, me just Ayla of no people," she said slowly.

"That is awful, you must have been very lonely," Monica exclaims as she rushes to her and gives her a tight, heart-warming hug.