My Beloved Arana's
Chapter 1: Arana's Life in Melbourne
Melbourne, Australia
"Good morning Amber, how are you?"
The girl appeared from behind the door that separated the kitchen with caffe. Caffe themed retro-modern it has a round table and bench height in many spots to fill the room caffe. The high glass windows make Moonlight Caffe lighting very comfortable and feel warm.
The girl had an oriental Asian face with a pair of black beads as clear as water, and a langsat yellow skin. Not as white as Europeans or Americans, but considered white for Asians. Her hair was jet black, knee-length and tied low using a blue ribbon. Her beautiful face was slightly blocked by the black-framed round glasses she was using.
The so-called——blond girl turned her head and smiled broadly at the arrival of the Asian girl.
"Oh! Arana, good morning to you too. And I feel so good today!" Answer Amber——blonde, with a carefree tone.
His age had already stepped on the number nineteen. But his sweet appearance made him look only fifteen years old. Especially with the style of clothing that impressed childish, making it look perfect to return to being a fifteen-year-old teenager.
"I brought you your order, as always, low-sugar cheesecake." Arana lightly held up a plate of cheescakes in her right hand, while she used her left hand to carry a basket of fragrant daisies.
Amber accepted. "Thank you, Rana. Want to sit down and relax for a moment?"
Arana stared at the flowers in her bed before looking back at Amber. "Em, I don't think so. I have to go deliver flowers today. Maybe next time we can talk over tea."
He lightly tapped the table twice with his fingertips and raised a smile. "Enjoy your cake, Amber."
Amber blinked one eye. "I'm replacing. Careful dijalan~"
"certain." Arana nods her head and steps out of the caffe, leaving Amber who starts enjoying her order cheescake.
Arana set her foot out of the caffe and stepped towards a white matic motor parked beside the caffe. In addition to being a cafe, Moonlight Caffe provides flower delivery services both bouquets and bouquets. There are several permanent employees in this cafe, including Arana who has a job delivering flowers with a motorbike that has been provided.
"Let's see, wherever I have to deliver these flowers," Arana muttered as she placed the flower basket in her hand on the motorcycle seat, then grabbed a piece of paper from her pocket.
"The first one, em .. Bridge Housing Number 65?" Mumbled.
Nodding her head when she found out about the housing, Arana kept a note back on her trousers. Arana rode on the bike and put on her blue helmet, before driving it off at an average speed. The dense roads that vehicles pass every time make Arana no longer unfamiliar and awkward in the midst of the dense flow of vehicles. He calmly rode his motorbike while occasionally following the directions of well-ordered traffic signs every few hundred meters.
Twenty minutes Arana spent driving, now his matic motorbike is in front of a gate of a black painted house. Beside him there is a board that reads the number '65' and attached neatly to the stone gate.
Bridge housing is indeed extraordinary, and Arana recognizes how magnificent and luxurious the houses there are. Even the two-story building had a spacious courtyard and was filled with plants that looked very expensive.
But after two more minutes passed, Arana could not stand and repeatedly pressed the bell attached to the house number board.
"Are there actually people or not, in this house?" Mumbled.
He reached into his cell phone and was about to contact someone before stopping when his manic caught someone lying next to the park. The bead widens, and Arana immediately pockets her phone and tries to open the gate that is unfortunately locked.
"Hello who's there?! Are you okay?!" His shouting.
But the other side did not respond. It seems that person is completely unconscious. Arana did not run out of sense, immediately grabbed the iron handle of the fence and climbed up. The action was carried out in just five seconds, and he had landed back on the ground. Arana immediately approached the woman without further ado.
"Mistress?"
The middle-aged woman was actually lying unconscious. There were no signs of violence on her body, and from what Arana saw, it seemed that the woman had fainted while watering the plants.
"I have to call an ambulance!" Grabbing her phone, Arana immediately dialed the emergency number digit and contacted the nearest hospital.
"Hospital? Please send an ambulance! There's an unconscious woman in Bridge number 65!" Reported in haste but clearly.
...***...
Arana sat in a public bus looking out the window. Today was a tiring day, but Arana was always satisfied with the days she lived.
He looked at a necklace with a small blue jewel. Arana felt that the thing in her hand was very heavy. Not his burden, but the fact that he got this precious thing for free from the woman he helped.
The woman's name is Daniah, complete Daniah Dolores, half a century old and lives alone in the Bridge housing without the company of her son and daughter. At the age of forty-seven years, she already holds the status of a widow because her husband, who has the surname Dolores has died due to an airplane accident. When Arana finds her unconscious, the woman is exhausted from spending too much of her energy on gardening, tending to her prized possessions.
The woman thanked him, and forced him to take his gift. Daniah is a good speaker, so it does not give a gap for Arana to refuse. So forced, Arana received the necklace.
"Huh, what a tiring day." He muttered while keeping the necklace back in his bag.
His hazel marbles rolled around, staring at the car next to him which featured a family that looked full of smiles. The father, who was secretly smiling, glanced at his two daughters sitting in the back seat, while the mother teased her two daughters with a laugh that left them both dragged in pleasant jokes.
Arana gave a faint smile. A harmonious family.
"Definitely fun" he said before closing his eyes and drifting off on the way.
