The Butterfly Hug

CHAPTRE 3

"Hana... What was? I have to go to the studio."

"Marco please help me, just this time. I'm begging... "

"What's Hana helping you with?"

"Please take this cake to our new neighbors. I'm making a cake, I'm afraid when I'm making my cake, it's going to be burnt."

"Why should I Hana, after all deliver the cake not to 10 minutes. You better take it!"

Marco has refused, but Hana still begs him to deliver his cake.

"Marco, you should know why I don't want to take this cake to our new neighbor."

"Why is Hana?"

"If I drop her off, they'll definitely chat with me for a long time, they'll definitely ask for her cake recipe as well. And I'm making a cake order I'm afraid that cake will fail. Anyway, here's the cake and take it to them!"

Hana gives her cake to a new neighbor who now lives in front of Marco's house, to Marco.

"But Hana... "

"Bay, thank you, handsome Marco!"

Marco put on a sour face when Hana told him to give the cake to a new neighbor who now lives in front of Marco's house.

"It's just dropping off a cake, but why am I so nervous about my new neighbor?"

Marco walked to his new neighbor's house, Marco only needed to cross the road and not until two minutes Marco arrived in front of his new neighbor's house.

The gate of his house is still in the lock, and Marco keeps pressing the home button.

And soon the owner came out. A fat woman, estimated to be in her 40s, opened her gates and greeted Marco, who came with a cake in his hand.

Marco was suddenly nervous. Because he remembered last night, he was caught peering at their house from the window of his room.

"Hey... Good morning, what's wrong?" ask the fat woman.

"Morning... I came here to deliver a welcome cake from Hana."

"Hana? Who's she?"

"He's the son of the owner of this house. He always gives a cake whenever there's a new neighbor living here."

"Oh. All right, I'll take it. Thank you very much. Oh yeah, what's that front of your house?"

"Yes, that's my home. Well then I have to go to work, I go first."

"All right, thank you very much."

As Marco was about to leave, Marco saw the woman he had seen last night from his room, standing at the door of the house. Yes that woman who was none other than the woman Marco saw last night who kept pacing back and forth in his room, that woman was really thin, her skin was pure white but had thick black hair, healthy and long.

Marco stared at him for a while and headed straight back to the car to head for the studio.

As Marco walked away from his new neighbor's house, Marco heard the voice of the fat woman scolding someone in a high tone. Marco was suspicious and wanted to turn around to see him. But Marco felt he did not have to interfere with other people's affairs. Marco finally drove by his car to the studio.

Marco worked all day in the studio making songs, to the point that he remembered. If he has to buy some food and stuff to take to the orphanage. The place where he was raised.

That afternoon before returning home, Marco bought some food, toys and gifts for the housewife.

After buying a lot of things that he needed, Marco quickly headed for the orphanage. His hands were full of luggage for the orphanage children.

When Marco came, all the children of the parlor cheered cheerfully to welcome him. Marco smiled and handed them food and toys.

"Marco, you've completely changed, you're all grown up now" said one of the caretakers of the red-hooded parlour.

Marco smiled and hugged the red-hooded babysitter.

"Thank you for taking care of me since I was a kid. I will come here often." said Marco with a smile.

"You mean Flower Mother?"

"Yes, where is he now? I miss him."

Marco was escorted to the room of Mother Flower, who was none other than the mother of the owner of the parlor who had taken care of him until he grew up and placed himself very special in his heart.

Marco went into the room like a room on the second floor, and it was seen that the mother of the parlour who had taken care of him was getting older. He was seen sitting on a couch reading a book with his daughter, who is two years different from Marco.

"Mom... " Call Marco.

Mom and daughter Bunga take their eyes off the book they are reading to Marco.

"Marcos... "

Marco approached the mother who had taken care of him and hugged him so tightly.

"Jeez Marco, I miss you so much..."

"I'm mom, too, I miss you..."

Marco sat down with his mother and daughter. And it looks like the daughter of the mother of the parlour is preparing a drink for Marco.

Marco who was sitting together with the housewife tried to chat together.

"Mom, I didn't expect Lily to grow up. He even looks grown up." Marco said as he looked at Lily who was preparing a drink for him.

The mother of the parlour just smiled as she looked at Marco. Lily returns with a drink for Marco and sits down next to his mother.

Marco looked at Lily with a smile for a while, so Lily felt carried away and bowed her face with a smile.

"Oh yes Marco, I want to give this to you. You're 23 now. So I want you to hold it."

"What's mom, what's that?"

The mother gave the home a black container, which contained a pendant that read Marco's first and last name. Yes, the necklace was Marco's when Marco was found at the airport, Marco was already wearing the necklace.

Marco took his necklace, smiling at the necklace.

"One day if you want to find your parents, show them the necklace."

When the mother of the parlor said that. Marco hugged her and shed his tears. Because Marco already knows, if since childhood he does not know where his family is. And only the pant mother is the only person to be the place to return to.

****

It was getting dark, Marco came home happy after meeting the mother of the orphanage.

When Marco has parked his car in the trunk, Marco gets out of the car and inexplicably Marco suddenly has a bad feeling after arriving home.

Marco is not feeling well.

Before Marco enters the house, Marco tries to close the gate of his house. As Marco closes the gate of his house, Marco looks towards his new neighbor's house. Marco felt the house instantly turn lonely. Because the house was crowded.

Marco tried to think positively and did not want to be suspicious of the house. Marco went into his house. But strangely the door is not in the lock.

"Wait, why is this unlocked did I forget to lock it?" marco was confused.

After seeing the door lock, Marco forgot to lock the door. The key is still hanging from the door from the inside.

When Marco closed the door, suddenly someone surprised him.

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