Revenge For One Night

Revenge For One Night
Chapter 8



When he was outside, he saw the boy sitting. Waw strong huh? He just smiled thinking about it. If seen it turns out it has been 45 minutes naturally. The boy looked at her nervously. He remembered the figure of Letta that he had seen earlier. “You drink?”Letta asked him to make him stab for a while then nodded rahu.


With deft Letta go to the kitchen to take a drink and food, food that was none other than the rice he bought earlier, it seems this child is more in need, he said, he also took a box of milk and some fruits and bread for him to eat. He quickly returned.


He sat beside the child, because the sofa was indeed the area of the child's body did not finish everything. He immediately gave me water first. The boy's eyes stared at Letta's food with nano It seemed he was very hungry.


“Sit...”.Said letta there flat.


The child nodded and tried to sit despite the pain in his chest but vaguely he could neutralize it.


Letta immediately took the rice in his hand and set aside the spicy and also the not, fortunately he did not like too spicy, he put the spicy food on another plate.”Eat..”He said there giving me that food.


The boy stared at the spicy food. Staring at it Letta sighed, he gave a little,.”Not good for you who just woke up. Eat only the existing if healed can be.”His words made the boy's eyes full of twinkle.


Letta chose to climb up her legs and fold her legs. Taking bread and jam, he also chewed the apple he took earlier. The sour green apple fresh sour is very good for him, there are also pears and grapes.


With the boy eating his food, letta silently looked at him. It looked like I hadn't eaten for a week. The boy even wearing his big clothes made his little body very cute. If you see that Letta is able to smile thinly after a long time he did not smile at the slightest item, except smiling when he had hurt one of Sam's children or his grandson Sam.


When he was consciously stared at the child became nervous. Letta consciously threw her face in another direction and opened the cartoon broadcast.


The boy's eyes seemed round looking at him there, looking very happy like getting a sack of money, seeing a yellow sponge with a starfish. Letta saw it quite astonished. Like someone from Goa....


Hemm but maybe he was the first time watching cartoons.


“Hey eat first, see that your rice is stale spooned.” Letta said watching the child's meal stopped staring at the television with a mouth that was open and eyes full of twinkle. Letta so turned off the television made the boy's eyes disappointed to look at Letta. Letta doesn't care, "just eat first." Said Letta made the child nod obediently even though sad.


After everything was done Letta gave milk a drink and also fruit for him to eat, the child received so hungry and ate the apple that Letta gave. Letta also gives vitamins and medicine there. “What's your name?” Tanya Letta's flat there.


“Ba-bara.”Said the boy nervously and looked down.


Letta seemed to frown upon hearing it.” The babara? Airport” Ask again. Strange name, isn't it.?


But the boy shook his head at that. “Bara is not an airport. ” His words made Letta there round her little lips.


“Where do you live? Let me take you home?”He said there to him. Can't that kid be here?


The child's meal stopped by pranking. He looked at Letta with glassy eyes and shook his head. ”Bara has no home.”The answer is slowly, even very slowly. Fortunately Letta always keep her ears clean so well still very clearly heard.


Unless you hear it. Surely you'll come back asking, HUH?


Letta raised one eyebrow and asked.”Where are your mom and dad?” Ask her there with sadness to the child. It is heavy but should be asked.


Letta there sighed. “So who are you staying with? Aunt or uncle?”Ask in wonder again. Staying alone, right?


The boy lowered his head then dropped faint tears. He shook his head faintly rigidly but it made Letta silently look at him flatly.


His back shook but Letta still did not know what to do. Because he is indeed a figure who has no taste.numbness to be exact, “ Aunty and uncle no one wants to take care of me hiks.. tap-but the parlour mistreated me.”He said there.


Letta there raised an eyebrow hearing him. Is there still an orphanage as evil as that?


“ then why were you bullied by many other children?”Ask there wonder. Normally a child would be hated if he was a bad person right?


The boy shook his head.” Because I am loved by the owner of the parlor, I am not told to be too tired.Mangkanya they are a lot of jealous.”Said there. Letta rolled a lazy eyeball.


Why do so many people have such low hearts? Envied? Same with the family first.. It makes him clench his hands.” Where are you going home?”Ask there.


The boy looked at Letta with a frail look and replied. ” Stayin only I'm on the road, I will live alone and will not return to the orphanage.. I don't want others to hurt me anymore.” He said there by biting his lower lip. For every heart he is always consumed with the word savage from his friends. Covered and reviled. The owner of the home was very fond of Bara because Bara is very handsome and most striking from other children. More precisely Bara looks like a rich man's son.


Letta there sighed then looked at Bara flat.”Go sleep.. “His murmur made Bara nod.


Letta immediately picked up her phone and also threshed it Bara for a bit. He took a portrait of Bara sleeping.


After that, he sent a message to someone. “ Find out all this kid information in 30minutes. “ Say.


” Ready miss.”The opposite answer made Letta nod.


He looked back at the boy with pity and then sighed. He knows how the child feels. He felt even more pain. I don't know why he's interested in bringing Bara.. Does pity?


but he wasn't sure his heart was still functioning that well.


Not long after the information from his man has existed, he sent the file through the imail containing.. The boy did not lie.The boy was named Bara Andrian Baskara.. From the Baskara family, he was abandoned by his divorced parents..


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Thank you to the good people who left a trail.


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