Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 06 ~ Sleeping on Terrace

"Tino!" faylan stopped his bicycle.

"Sister Faylan," the fifteen-year-old boy replied to Faylan's greeting.

"Night shift, huh?"

"Yes, Brother. Brother going to the parlor?" the handsome teenager named Tino asked.

"Yes, I called my sister, she said the sisters haven't eaten. Wait ... Why face?" Faylan was shocked when she realized that Tino's face was covered with wound plaster. Tino was just silent as she lowered her face hiding the wound on her face.

"What is this hawk gangster doing?" faylan continued interrogating. Tino just nodded her head weakly.

"Oh my God."

"I'm fine, brother. The sisters needed an older brother" Tino replied, reminding Faylan of his main goal.

"Ah yes, take care of yourself Tino. Don't work too hard, rest when tired. Don't forget to eat!" Faylan exclaimed as he advanced his bike. Tino who was about to leave for work just waved her hand with a small smile on her lips.

Faylan stops at a minimarket that is open 24 hours. He bought a carpet of chicken eggs, a cardboard instant noodles, and a few pounds of rice. Faylan tied everything neatly on his bike.

After feeling safe, he went up and took a bicycle while standing up. Tired and tired he did not feel, because what was on his mind at this time was to get to the orphanage quickly because the younger siblings must have been waiting for him. Because he did not have much time, Faylan also accelerated the speed of his bike.

Brak!

"Aw!" ringis Faylan, who had been lying on the asphalt of the road with blisters on his calf and arm.

"My bike!" the thrill of trying to get up and then dragging his feet to reach for a bicycle that was lucky not to have suffered severe damage. Only the chain was loose, Faylan tried to justify it but to no avail.

Huff....

Faylan let out a long sigh staring at the few chicken eggs that had broken and scattered on the roadside. Faylan picked up a few of them that were still good. His jacket he used as a container. About 10 eggs that are still good he managed to secure. While one cardboard instant noodles and rice are still sturdy in place because they are tied firmly.

Armed with the moonlight that shimmered in the sky, Faylan stepped footjob while pushing his bicycle towards the orphanage that was still quite far away. The story of a painful life with fresh blood dripping from his blisters did not make Faylan give up at all.

The little girl who used to be weak helpless is now very strong and unyielding. Behold, her cheeks were wet not from tears, but from sweat which bore witness to her struggle to live a life of hardship.

"Faylan, you're finally here, son. Come inside!" exclaimed the home mom welcomed Faylan's arrival. The lousy beak woman looks very happy about the arrival of Faylan who he already considers like his own biological daughter.

"Sit down, son. Here drink," Faylan accepted and immediately gulped down a glass of water the parlour mother gave him.

"Where are the sisters, Mom?" ask Faylan while putting the glass on the table.

"In their own rooms, son. I told you to go to bed to divert the hunger, "he answered, glancing at some of the food Faylan had brought.

"Thank you very much, yes, son. Mom will prepare her dinner soon" she got up from her seat and walked staggering because of her paralyzed right leg.

"No need, dear. You stay here, I'll ask Key and Fara for help, "Faylan sits back on the living room couch.

A few minutes later, the mother came back, she woke up the children who were still asleep. Faylan also helped. Children who are hungry look very happy to eat instant noodles that have been served on their plates.

"Thank you for dinner, Brother Faylan!" say they are compact.

"Together, Honey. It's late at night, now you can rest in peace" replied Faylan, they returned to their respective rooms.

"Son, I'm sorry that mom just noticed the cuts on your calves and arms. Come here I'll help you fix it."

"No need, Mom. Faylan left without permission and has to go home right now. This part is just a small blister, Faylan will definitely treat when he gets home," Faylan subtly refused.

"I'm sorry mom for bothering you, son. May God repay all your kindness. Again, I apologize. Since the kids are asleep, I'll take you home" she asks, worried about letting Faylan go home alone in the middle of the night.

"No need, Mom. Faylan came home alone it's okay. On the road there are still a lot of riders, Faylan will be fine. The sisters need mothers here more," Faylan again rejected the middle-aged woman's offer. Where maybe Faylan after that troubled the mother who was not only blind one eye, but also paralyzed next to her feet.

After saying goodbye to the mother and did not forget to give up the amount of money he had, Faylan also pushed his bike back to the spring mansion. After being quite far away from the parlor, Faylan stopped and tried to repair his bike chain.

In less than a minute, Faylan managed to fix his bike chain. He went up and immediately put his bike forward until he reached the front of the spring mansion fence. Security has recognized it until the concrete fence was opened automatically.

But unfortunately, the same thing did not happen to the main door of the luxury house. The door was locked and could not be opened in any way. Faylan can't get into it.

"Oh my God" complained Faylan still managed to stem his tears. Inevitably, Faylan also laid his body on the porch of a cold house and also a lot of mosquitoes.

From behind the window, a pair of eagle eyes looked at the pity of a girl lying hugging herself out there.

"Sir, Miss Faylan—"

Srreet!

The sound of friction of the curtains that are closed is rough.

"I don't care!"

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