Abbysca Transmigration

Will Feel More Grateful When Realizing the Unmeasurable

Silence enveloped two grown men who were still silent after Abby's departure a few minutes ago. If there was no evidence of fragments of figura glass scattered near Gara's table, perhaps they would just assume that the incident had never happened.

How could Abby possibly be so rude to her loved ones? is it true that the taste for Gara has changed with mere hatred?

Juna sighed softly then glanced at his friend who was still petrified, "well, it looks like you two really need to talk from heart to heart." It was the only way they could get a bright spot. Because everything that happened this long after Abby woke up from a coma, it was pretty gray.

"I have no right to interfere. So, you'd better meet Abby if the atmosphere between you guys has improved enough." Juna patted his friend's broad shoulder with a little meaningless squeeze, "i go first."

Without waiting for an answer from Gara, Juna waltzed away exactly like what his sister had done earlier. But just as his hand was about to reach the doorknob, his steps came to a halt. "I know about what happened to you all this time. So, just follow your heart Gara." He said without looking back, then continued his steps. Leaving Gara in endless silence.

The abandoned can do nothing. The man simply clenched his hands together until the tip of his fingernail almost penetrated the surface of the skin. Channeling the pain, anger and confusion that flocked to him.

The tip of his eye glanced at the little mess that Abby made. Things that have been damaged like that, how to fix it?

His long legs stepped up, approaching the scattered figura. Just like Abby did, Gara did the same. Slowly crouch down and pick up the pieces of photo paper that are already shapeless. After that, the man went back to silence. Looking at the picture of him and Abby who are now separated and difficult to put back together.

Is it all starting to end now? slowly crack like this photo?

"Are you okay, sir?"

Mahen's voice made the man aware of his daydream. He stood up while enduring the uncomfortable turmoil that enveloped his heart, then slowly looked at his subordinates with a slightly sad look on his face.

"Can you fix this?" showing the thing he held tightly to Mahen. But before the secretary replied, Gara again made a sound when she saw the shiny object that Mahen was holding carefully. "What.that?"

Mahen was silent for a moment, gathering the courage he had suddenly lost. "Emm, here..Miss Abby told me to give this to you." The man lowered his head, unwilling to look at his superior who was somehow his expression now.

"Well, does he want to split up?" whisper to no matter who.

. . .

Abby sat in the seat of a stop not far from the Aditama company. After escaping from there earlier, she had absolutely no desire to wait for her brother to come down. He doesn't want to talk. Especially if later Juna demands all the explanations about what he just did. Abby doesn't even know why she can be so emotional.

The morning wind that is not too tight wiggles the end of the dress and also the wavy hair as waist. The highway seemed deserted at the time because the worker's entry hours had mostly started two hours ago.

Being alone in a public place like this can actually make Abby feel a little comfortable. If in the past what he saw was the view of the crowded market in the royal capital. So now, towering tall buildings as well as sophisticated iron vehicles were things that he would always see in the future. It was a little foreign, but not bad either.

The woman sighed while gazing towards the glowing blue sky. Perhaps the only thing that has not changed in Abby's past and present life is that she is still under the same sky. That fact was enough to make his heart feel a little relieved, he was not really alone.

Abby's daydream stops when she finds someone who just came. It was an old geezer with tattered clothes and an aged body. An old cart filled with piles of cardboard parked right next to the grandfather. But what makes him frown confused is, why did the grandfather instead sit on the sidewalk rather than beside him?

"Why are you sitting there?" ask Abby slowly.

Grandpa looked shocked and a little scared. Quickly, he stood up despite having to slightly lose his balance due to his tired and weak body. Staring at Abby, the man said, "sorry Miss, I just want a little rest. I didn't mean to bother you." Looks like Grandpa misunderstood Abby's question. His rough fingers were clinging to each other in front of the body, occasionally one hand would rise just to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

The sight was enough to make Abby slice a mouthful.

In a bit of a hurry Abby shook her head slowly and began to stand up to approach the grandfather. "No, it's not that. I mean, you can sit in a shady stop chair. Why are you sitting there?" he repeated the question with a little caution.

The grandfather looked dazed at the unexpected question Abby asked, "i'm used to it, Miss. Besides, it'll get dirty if I sit there." His tone was still heard with a bold look towards Abby.

Abby squeezed the side of her clothes, feeling familiar with this kind of pitiful sight. A look of fear and disdain, a weak and frail body, as well as a way of talking that is too self-deprecating. Those were all common sights that Abby often saw in the market of the royal capital first. Weak castes were always made slaves by the nobility.

There will always be dirty things hidden among clean things. There will always be people who are less fortunate among the frenetic market that is often filled with human money. And it turns out, in the midst of the beauty of an advanced city like this too, the group of 'do not have' can still be witnessed by the naked eye.

"Let's sit next to me. It's too hot in there to shelter." Abby led her grandfather to sit with her in the bus stop. A disdainful and confused look was clearly on the old man's face, but his strength was too weak to give a fight.

"You'll feel uncomfortable if I sit next to you like this. My body is dirty, Miss." The grandfather slightly moved away from Abby, afraid that the unpleasant smell from her body would be smelled by the young woman next to him.

Abby shook her head again, "I don't have a problem with that." He turned his gaze in the other direction, a little powerless to see the appearance of the grandfather inversely proportional to his condition. "Where are you going and where are you going?"

"I'm working Miss. Looking for cardboard and scrap to sell to junk."

With a slight chuckle, the grandfather replied, "I woke up at four in the morning. If not, then the cardboard will not be this much. Someone else must have taken it first."

"Oh? every day?"

Grandpa nodded, "yes, every day."

"And you do that all day? keep touring?"

"I will only go home if the ransom from the cardboard I get is enough to eat one day." The answer was honest with a smile that did not fade.

Abby was stunned in place, "how much would such a used cardboard be appreciated?"

"Thousand rupiahs for a kilo, Miss."

Thousand rupiahs? for a kilo?

Grandpa's hard work from morning to evening is only worth a thousand dollars? and that little money should be enough to eat a day. But grandfather's face seemed to not mind in the middle of the burden he was borne. I can still smile like it's nothing.

Abby felt slapped.

Then, what about her self that did not lack in the least? live comfortably in a palace-clad house with complete facilities, sleep soundly without having to think about how tomorrow, delicious food that is always there without having to be sought. Despite not having parents, Abby still has a sister who is quite considerate.

Shouldn't that be enough? then why is he so weak just because of a man? shouldn't he be ashamed of people like grandfather who struggled for a mouthful of rice even hard but could still smile sincerely?

For a moment, Abby felt like slapping herself for bothering to waste energy and tears in order to vent her anger at Gara earlier. After all, it won't change anything.

Abby regrets.

After being silent for so long, Abby again said, "You're so great, Grandpa." And the grandfather just smiled while wiping the sweat on his face and forehead with a small towel that had been hanging from his skinny neck. Maybe because of constantly walking and pushing a cart that is quite heavy since the morning, grandfather sweat more out. The weather is not too hot.

A red luxury car with a type of SUV stopped in front of the stop, making Abby and the compact grandfather turn in the same direction. Abby, who had been waiting for the man to arrive earlier, stood up and approached. Before long, Erik appeared from there and went straight to Abby.

"Sorry, Miss. I'm five minutes late." Erik said, politely.

"Can Brother Erik bring in a vehicle that can carry that thing?" point Abby at the old granddad's wagon. He is more interested in discussing other things than accepting Erik's apology which he thinks is unnecessary.

He was asked, momentarily silent. Staring at the object Abby pointed at with a frown but making no comment. "Can, Miss. I'll call someone later."

A happy expression was painted on that beautiful face. Then, he turned to the grandfather who was now standing some distance away from them.

"Sorry, Miss. But where do I take my cart?" Grandpa was afraid that his livelihood was taken and thrown away. So, what way does he work later?

"We'll take Grandpa home. Come aboard!"

"What?"

"Miss!"

. . .

TB

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