THE DUDA LIMITED CONTRACT

Trying to help

The grandmother seemed to have difficulty crossing. But why aren't the pedestrians there willing to help him? Be fat! The people of the capital are indeed no sensitive!

I saw the pedestrians seem busy themselves. No one helped my grandmother at all. I saw her carrying a lot of shopping bags. I wonder why individualism is deified here? Does the human heart no longer have pity?

"How, Sir?"

So I quickly finished this glass of ice and paid for it. I walked over to my grandmother to help her cross. And I saw that grandma looked happy when I came.

"Let me help, Grandma," I said, to her.

We crossed at the red light. Until I finally managed to get him to the destination.

"Thank you." This teary-eyed grandmother said thanks to me.

"Together, Grandma." I smiled at him too. "Grandmother from where? Why alone?" my question is, care about him.

"That's it!"

But before my grandmother could answer my question, I saw some people in black clothes coming, stopping the car right in front of us. They came out as if they were going to catch my grandmother next to me.

Are they bad people? I have to protect this grandma.

I spread out both hands to protect the grandmother behind me. "Who are you?!" I stopped them from harming this grandmother.

"Who are we?! Stay away from Old Lady, Little Girl!" he said that made me silent for a moment.

Old Madam???

Question marks appeared in my brain. "You must be bad people! Go you guys or else I'll scream!" I tried to fight them too.

They smiled at me. "Stupid Girl!" Both of them held my hand.

"Grandmother! Run fast, Grandma!" I asked my grandmother to leave here immediately. With all their might to break away from their grip.

Old Madam? Young Master?

I'm getting marked up just asking. I saw that grandma was silent as if she was upset. But he smiled at me. I am also getting more confused. Is this delusional?

"Let go!" The grandmother then asked these men in black to let me go.

"grandmother ...???"

I am really confused. Who is this old grandma. Why do the people I thought were criminals call her Old Lady? They also called someone Young Master. Is this grandma a rich man?

"You're freaking this girl out. Apologize quickly or I'll ask my granddaughter to fire you!" said.

Huh?????

A thousand question marks started coming out of my head. I don't understand what's going on here. I am really confused. And only then did I realize the people on the street were watching us here. But they just look. No matter or ask what happened.

"What's your name, Young Girl?" Grandma asked me.

"Em, I ... Yuna, Grandma," I said, answering her question.

Grandma was smiling. "Thank you for helping me cross. And as my gratitude, I want to take you to eat. You don't mind, do you?" tanyakanya.

Eat??? "Eh! N-not necessary, Grandma. Thank you." Thank you."

And after things seemed to improve, I also realized that the grandmother in front of me was not just anyone.

Grandma smiled at me. "What's wrong. I buy a lot of food. You must like it." He persuaded me again.

"No need, Grandma-"

However, at the same time my stomach rang out loud once. As if to rebel if to refuse this grandmother's invitation. I saw the men in black clothes turn their faces when they heard the sound of my stomach. They kind of laughed at me.