Abbysca Transmigration

Being lonely Will Only Make You Feel Alone

Sepi has actually been a part of Gara's life after a long time, almost equivalent to the age that now reaches a quarter of a century. In addition to his heart and feelings that were long untouched, the house where he grew up did not have more meaning than to sleep and relieve fatigue in the body.

Sometimes, he wanted to blame 'them' for making him an only child. Because in fact, living without having siblings is quite sad. Because it feels like he wants to have someone he can talk to in this house in addition to the servants and servants.

"Good morning, Young Master." The one greeting her at the end of the stairs was Mada, an old man who had accompanied Gara since childhood. From a servant, then became the chief servant, and now Mada's position is even more than that for Gara.

"Morning, Uncle." Give a thin smile before taking a seat on the front seat of the dining table. And the pull on the corner of his lips faded when he realized that there was no one else there but him.

"Have you left again?" the man asked in a flat tone.

Mada nodded politely, "yes, Young Master. Madam left at five in the morning and told me to come back after things got better."

Melly and work cannot be separated. Moreover, since the big incident at that time, Melly seemed not to feel at home. The woman's insanity towards money exceeded that of Gara who was in fact a chief director at a large company.

Although Gara knew that there was another reason behind Melly's indifferent attitude, but she did not want to be too dizzy thinking about it. If it wasn't for him having responsibility for this Aditama residence, it might have been a long time since he lived in an apartment. Why live in a place that always makes it crowded? but given the dozens of employees who depend on their lives from working in this house, Gara is unlikely to do that.

"Why does the menu feel a little weird?" She doesn't want to talk about her mother's business anymore. Therefore, he asked another thing that caught his attention this morning.

Because people are choosy about food. He will only eat hygienically processed healthy foods and should be served warmly. If it is not boiled or steamed, then the food will be made by baking. There is no frying at all. So, seeing spiced meat with shiny oil in the outside area makes Gara frown in wonder.

Mada cleared his throat awkwardly, "that was actually the advice of Miss Abbysca, Young Master."

As fast as lightning, I turned, "what did you say?"

Mada showed a complicated face, like he was thinking. Recalling his conversation with Abby while in the hospital.

"Uncle, I think Uncle should give Gara a little fatty food to make his life more slippery. Not too stiff."

"Then tell him not to get too tight. Acting crazy is no problem."

Abby said it with a flat face but looked at Mada with shady eyes. After that, Abby left. Let Mada take care of Gara's return from the hospital.

"Miss Abbysca seems to be worried about you." Mada said something honest about it. Although it has been quite a while since Abby visited this residence, as well as the attitude of the woman who somewhat keeps a distance from the life of Gara, the, but the attentive gaze that emanated on Abby's net when talking about Gara made Mada convinced that the woman was not completely changed.

Chewing the fatty meat in silence, feeling a soft texture and a new taste that greets his tongue. His lips smiled again with a warm heart when he knew that Abby's position was not that far for him to reach.

Although the dish in front of him is not very suitable with his breakfast menu which is usually healthy, but it is not too bad. Yeah, maybe he should have listened to Abby's advice.

. . .

"Five of them were mid-forty men. Work as hawkers who will try out their wares on riders when the red light comes on. They have families and live as the backbone of the economy.."

"..then, two of them are elderly people who live a piece of kara and depend on the life of selling children's toys that the results are not much.."

"..then there were three women almost fifty years old. They had to work because they lost their husbands as support for their livelihoods.."

"..and the rest are orphans who are supposed to get an education, but have to struggle to find money because of economic difficulties by busking, hope there will be good people who give them money after hearing their mediocre voices."

Abby gnawed her dizzy forehead when she heard Erik's explanation about the disadvantaged people whose data she had at that time.

Abby quickly raised her hand, asking Erik to stop. "I don't want to be made more dizzy, brother. That's enough." The woman straightened her body which had been leaning on the head of the sofa in the living room.

"After all, I'm not that good at helping all those who have the same fate in this city. Shouldn't that be government business?" Abby said bluntly. If it wasn't for the presence of those who caught his sense of sight back then, maybe Abby wouldn't have done this well.

Erik pursed his lips while confirming Abby's words in his heart.

Abby sighed, then got up from her seat. "I'll talk about it first with Brother later." After that, the woman turned to Erik who was still loyal to stand firmly in front of her. "Sister Erik wasn't busy today?" ask Abby curiously.

Erik paused for a moment, "no, Miss." When was he busy? all this time his job was to do what Abby told him to do without denying or asking. In essence, he dedicated his life to serving Abby wholeheartedly.

The woman's eyebrows rose, "I heard Brother Erik has been to Kak Juna's office lately."

Erik replied after blinking twice, "oh, that's.." he was confused as to what to tell Abby.

There was nothing Abby did but snort and turn her face the other way, "alright, I won't ask you again. I'll go first, brother. No need to drive because my friend is already ahead." Abby hastily prevents Erik from following her, possibly wanting to drop her off when she says he's leaving.

"Oh, maybe I'll call Brother Erik later." Giving a sweet smile before actually leaving left the bewildered Erik.

"Good, Miss. I understand."

. . .

"So you're now the owner of this restaurant?" The eagle could not help but gape, surprised by the explanation Abby gave as the two entered the local restaurant they were visiting at the time.

"It's amazing." The man now will not doubt the power of a conglomerate. They were even more than able to afford something so impossible for an ordinary person's size, as easy as turning a palm.

Abby shook her head in disapproval, "you're overreacting ."

The eagle stood rigidly behind Abby as all the employees at the restaurant greeted their arrival in a compact manner. The polite, disinclined manner and wide smile that he thought was a bit excessive was imprinted on their faces. He also looked at Lilyana who was standing at the very back, looking at them curiously.

Seeing from the atmosphere of the restaurant that is so quiet from visitors when it is already nine in the morning, it seems they will deliberately open more noon.

"Good morning, Miss Abbysca."

Abby smiled slightly, "good morning everyone. Let's start the meeting."

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