Love Above Boundaries

CHAPTER 3: HE IS A WHITE MAN

“What?!” Elvira exclaimed, rushing to Liza’s side, her eyes fixed on the motionless body.

For a brief second, both sisters stood frozen, fear and shock rooting them to the ground.

Liza was the first to move.

“We have to get him out of here,” she said urgently, kneeling beside the man. “I can smell fuel—the helicopter could explode at any moment.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for his wrist.

“…He has a pulse,” she added, relief flashing across her face. “He’s alive—but badly injured.”

“Alive?” Elvira repeated, her voice shaking. “Oh God…”

“Help me,” Liza said quickly. “We need to move him now.”

Together, they struggled to lift him. His body was heavy, and his injuries made it difficult to handle him carefully.

Step by step, they dragged him away from the wreckage.

Ten steps.

Fifteen.

Twenty—

BOOM!!!

The explosion ripped through the air with terrifying force.

The impact threw them forward, sending all three crashing onto the ground.

“Ahh!” both sisters screamed.

For a moment, everything spun.

The sound echoed through the forest, followed by thick smoke rising into the sky.

Liza groaned as she pushed herself up, her ears ringing.

“Elvi… are you okay?” she asked breathlessly.

“I—I think so…” Elvira replied, still shaken. “You?”

“I’m fine.”

Immediately, Liza turned to the man.

He was still unconscious.

But alive.

She let out a shaky breath.

“Thank God we moved him in time,” Elvira said, glancing nervously at the burning wreckage behind them.

“Yes… let’s not waste any more time,” Liza replied. “We need to get him home."

The forest had grown darker now, and the path back felt longer than before.

With great effort, the two sisters carried the injured stranger between them, stopping occasionally to catch their breath.

“He’s… really heavy,” Elvira muttered, struggling.

“Don’t complain,” Liza said, though she was just as exhausted. “We can’t leave him here.”

Finally, after what felt like hours, they reached their small home.

“Mother! Mother, please come quickly!” Liza called out as they entered.

Mrs. Rebecca Anderson rushed into the room and froze at the sight before her.

“Oh my God… what is this?” she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“Who is he? Where did you find him?”

Liza quickly explained everything—the sound, the smoke, the crash.

Mrs. Rebecca listened in shock before immediately taking control of the situation.

“He’s severely injured,” she said, placing a hand on his forehead. “And he has a fever.”

She turned sharply to her daughters.

“Bring me a bowl of water and a clean cloth—quickly!”

“Yes, Mother!”

Within moments, they returned with what she needed.

Working quickly and carefully, Mrs. Rebecca began cleaning his wounds using traditional remedies. She removed his torn shirt and shoes, revealing more injuries across his body.

The man didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t even react.

After some time, his breathing became more stable.

His fever slowly began to reduce.

“We’ll need to keep treating him,” Mrs. Rebecca said, her voice calmer now. “But for now… he’ll survive.”

Relief washed over the sisters.

Together, they carried him into the small guest room and laid him gently on the bed.

The Anderson family lived a simple life in a small village in the eastern part of Africa. Despite their modest means, they were known for their kindness and strong faith.

Mrs. Rebecca raised her daughters alone after their father passed away years ago while working far from home.

Liza, the eldest, had studied fashion design but had yet to find stable work. Together, they managed a small shop in the market to survive.

“Will he be okay, Mum?” Liza asked quietly, standing beside the bed.

“We’ll do our best,” Mrs. Rebecca replied. “Now let him rest. Tomorrow, we continue his treatment.”

They left the room and gathered in the living area, where Elvira had prepared a simple meal.

They ate together, though their thoughts kept drifting back to the stranger in the next room.

Later that night, as they lay in bed, Liza spoke softly.

“He’s a white man,” she said thoughtfully. “I wonder what he was doing here… and why he was alone in a helicopter.”

Elvira yawned. “You’re thinking too much…”

Her voice faded as sleep quickly took over.

Liza smiled faintly in the darkness.

But her thoughts didn’t stop.

Something about him felt… important.

With that lingering thought, she finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.