Abbysca Transmigration

Magic Grandma Who Plays Role to Become Fairy Godmother

Sweats flooded Abby's slender face and body as she practiced fencing with a man she knew named Erik. If not wrong, the person is the son of a butler at the Anggara residence who works as an athlete. It looks like Juna does provide a lot of leeway for his employees who are always loyal and hard working. Just look, the son of a servant is allowed to use the large training room of this residence.

Fencing is the science of martial arts using weapons that evolved into the cultural art of agility sports with weapons that emphasize on skill techniques such as cutting, stabbing or fending off an opponent's weapon by using skill in utilizing hand agility. (1)

Sports originating from mainland Europe is indeed very popular by the people in his era first. It is not wrong if now he feels happy because he found this type of sport growing rapidly in mainland Asia in this century. Abby's longing for her homeland is a little treatable now.

Abby chuckles from behind her mask as she feels the tip of the man's sword squeezing through her shoe, deliberately making it difficult for Abby to move. But quickly and nimbly, the woman immediately stepped aside and returned to attack after attack until the tip of her sword pointed towards the middle of Erik's chest which was now silent stiff. The man lost.

"You are better than me, Miss." said Erik as Abby pulled her sword back and slowly undressed the mask she had been wearing. Showing her beautiful face that is sweaty with a child's hair that is attached to the forehead and face. The girl's expression was still calm despite the rays of pleasure seen in her clear net.

"I'm just in luck. Thank you for accompanying me to practice, brother." Abby gave a small smile.

Erik lowered his head politely and gave the same smile, "it's not a big thing, Miss. Then excuse me first." The man resigned with a uniform that was still attached. But Abby said nothing and gave only a small nod.

In the last two weeks since leaving the hospital, Abby has not gone anywhere. He did not even leave for the campus where the girl was supposed to study as a student.

Not because she didn't want to, Abby just felt her body was so weak. It was like it would fall down at any moment if there was a strong wind that struck. Not to mention the doctor said that he was in recovery. So, the most correct thing for him was to train his physique and mentality to be stronger. He doesn't know what he's going to meet out there. So, the days he spent practicing, eating healthy food also read some books in the library owned by Juna.

Not bad. Everything he did was quite fruitful and beneficial. He felt fitter, his mind was also a little more open than the last time. After all, this large house with all its complete facilities was too dear to ignore. Although at first Abby feels foreign, but slowly she can do it.

"This is your drink, Miss." Lina comes with a tray of fresh juice and also local fruits that have been peeled and cut to make it easier to eat.

"Thank you." Abby accepted it with pleasure. Right now, he was sitting on a leisurely chair beside the clear swimming pool. Enjoy the refreshing morning breeze while removing the sweat that flooded his body after training earlier.

If I could, Abby would just want to live like this. Relax and do not have to interact with outsiders which will only cause unnecessary problems. Just thinking about it made Abby dizzy. After all, the problems this woman made were so many. He was confused where to start.

Abby frowned confused when she found Mira who was walking in a hurry towards her. The girl's face looked quite panicked.

"What's wrong?"

After taking a few breaths, Mira finally made a sound, "outside the gate is Miss Lilyana. The front guard said that your friend looked angry because he wasn't allowed in."

Lilyana's?

Abby did urge the clerk in this house not to accept guests, whoever it is. Besides not wanting to bother, Abby also did not know what to behave like if someone she knew came and visited her. And the last one to come was Gara, his fiancee. After that, there was no one.

"In addition, Miss Lilyana also yelled angrily calling you not to receive a call and read a message from her after you woke up." Mira explained in detail without being asked.

Abby pensively looked at her thinking face. In the next instant, those thin lips smiled cynically considering who Lilyana was currently talking about. The figure of a caring friend who actually wants to ruin Abby's life.

"Ah, that crazy woman.." sizzled Abby softly with an unsightly facial expression.

Since knowing the function of the object named 'phone' and also began to know how to use it, Abby chose to ignore some numbers that she thought were not too important. He didn't delete it, didn't block it, he just sorted and chose which ones were important and which weren't. Lilyana is on the second list.

Lilyana is a girl her age. He comes from a simple family but dreams of becoming a phoenix by instigating and exploiting Abby's stupidity.

On campus, that person will act like a real rich person. Show off here and there wearing the things Abby gave her voluntarily. In addition, Lilyana will also talk and behave like an only child of the owner of a large company. Lying to everyone about her parents who are busy working abroad. That way, Lilyana will get popularity and attention from them easily.

Stupid abby. So stupid. Want to be used like that.

"He wants to come in, right? then I'll let him step on this house one last time." Abby muttered softly as she downed her juice to the toilet. Then, he turned to Mira who was still standing waiting for the decision, "let her come in!"

Mira looks quite surprised but she does not speak anymore and goes straight from there to do the order.

Before long, a woman with light brown hair came up to Abby. Oddity rang out from those thin lips when he heard the footstroke from Lilyana, it seemed like his 'friend' was being annoyed right now. Abby was still staring quietly at the pool with her hands busy peeling oranges. He seemed to be unconcerned about Lilyana's arrival.

"Abby!"

"Why are you ignoring my calls and messages? I miss you so much." Lilyana grumbled with a look of hatred trying to be covered up.

Missed money?

"Ah, I think you've forgotten me because you said you never visited me in the hospital during my coma." Abby turned her head and looked at Lilyana right in her eyes making the one being stared at slightly flinched. Feeling unfamiliar with the flat, bored gaze that was there.

Lilyana replied, "I-that's because I've been busy this past month. But that doesn't mean I don't care, Abby. I always pray for your recovery."

Of course, I'm your walking money. If I die, you won't be able to live well anymore.

Abby snorted inwardly, refraining from grabbing the short hair of the woman beside her. Hold Abby, hold.

"What are you carrying?" choosing to look for another topic instead of chiming in on Lilyana's sweet speech that sounds more like a sycophant in her ear. If indeed Lilyana was his friend, then the woman would definitely ask him the news first rather than acting this annoyingly.

"Oh, here. I brought you something. I felt guilty for not being able to see you back then, so I brought this as a gift." Lilyana handed him one medium-sized box and opened it directly in front of Abby. Proudly the woman showed off her contents with a smile full of deception.

"Look! I bought this with my own savings. You can wear it at Gara's corporate birthday party next month. You'll definitely be the most beautiful woman there." Lilyana.

Abby refrained from having her face cut her throat at that time when she found the dress that Lilyana meant more to look like the dress that the ****** at the night entertainment venue. Then, that 'his friend' wanted Abby to put on it and embarrass herself later? oh, please dream because Abby won't do it.

"Thank you, but Gara sent me a dress. So, it looks like I'll be wearing a gift from you next time." Lies. That's a hundred percent lie. The man might even bother to buy her a dress. But what Lilyana can do, the woman also will not have the opportunity to meet directly with Gara and ask the truth. After all, Abby is not interested in attending boring events like parties. That would be very troublesome.

A ray of surprise appeared on Lilyana's makeup-filled face. It seemed that the woman did not believe what she had just heard. "really?" there was a hint of ridicule from Lilyana's tone of voice.

"It's up to you not to believe." Choose indifferently and look back ahead. Ignoring Lilyana's presence completely.

While the ignored is trying to quell his anger which is now almost in the crown. How could his idiot friend act this shitty? where Abby's courage comes from to be able to silence Lilyana only with her indifferent attitude.

Lilyana's cat's eyes narrowed even more to hold the envy in the heart when she saw Abby's natural face that was so beautiful and clean. The skin is smooth and shiny because of the morning light. Not to mention the slim but fit body shape, why does Abby look more attractive now? cannot be allowed. Abby can't be prettier than him.

"What's wrong?" staring at his two servants who came with several pretty boxes of considerable size in each of their hands.

"All these parcels came from Mr. Gara. The secretary delivered this right away, miss." Answer Mira.

Lina nodded and continued, "but that person immediately left because he had a lot of business. He's conveying an apology to you, Miss."

Two, four, five, six, seven. Abby counted all the parcels they held. Incredibly, what happened to that guy? is Gara not in his right mind to give him gifts in large quantities?

But the next second she fell silent and turned to the side only to find Lilyana's shocked face. The woman seemed to be unable to hide the envy in her heart. It was evident with his two clenched hands, grasping the ends of his own clothes tightly. It was as if he was channeling a feeling of anger that struck.

Abby grinned softly.

Ah, she likes to see it.

(1) source; Wikipedia*

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TB

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