Your love becomes my Canduku

Your love becomes my Canduku
Chapter 3




Like a spinning video recording, the shadow of the memory of events when Henry first met with Allesya reoccurred.


Bruckk!


Ahhkk!


A man in his twilight must inevitably accept the pain in his body because he fell on his way to the car park. It was not only because of his own carelessness, but because of the reckless actions of a foreign youth who ran without caution and hit him so hard.


"God...! Grandpa is okay?" squealed a girl who happened to be passing by and saw the incident. Deftly he helped Henry get up from the ground.


"Hey you stop..!" the girl shouted so that the perpetrator would stop. However, instead of stopping, the young man's body actually increasingly looks shrink and disappear from his sight.


The girl, Allesya, seemed to shake her head as she took a rough breath because she realized there was no good ethics to account for her actions.


"Thou shaw...! My waist.., it felt like it was about to fall out," whispered Henry who was in pain from a violent collision with the ground while holding his unfortunate waist.


"Grandfather try to sit down first" Allesya led Henry to a bench not far from where they stood. He swept away the snowflakes covering the bench before letting the old man sit down.


"Which part hurts, cake? What's over here?" allesya asked pointing to the passage believed to be the source of Henry's current suffering.


"Yes, that part hurts a lot," grimacing he confirmed as he nodded quickly.


Allesya gurgled through the contents of her bag and pulled something out of it.


"Excuse me, Cake," without hesitation and strange thinking, Allesya slightly brushed off the coat and clothes that Henry wore.


"Son, what are you gonna do?" asked Henry who seemed to gasp for Allesya's sudden actions without asking for her approval first.


"I'll treat you Cake, hopefully this can reduce the pain in your back," he replied and then apply a pain reliever cream that immediately gives a warm sensation on the old man's back. Then he gave a light massage aimed at reducing pain.


"How's Kek? Does it still hurt?" allesya asked who was still painstakingly twitching Henry's back.


"It felt really comfortable, it seemed like my pain was gradually lessening," Henry replied with a smile full of relief.


"Thank God Cake. Next time Grandpa is more careful. Then excuse me first, Kek," said Allesya who immediately stood up.


"Wait a minute" stop Henry from letting the girl who helped him go.


"Yes Kek, what's wrong? Does it still hurt?" allesya asked as her concern. What a successful attitude Allesya make the heart of the Old Man increasingly warm at this time.


"This is for you," Allesya was flabbergasted when Henry poured out several pieces of pound sterling money that were believed to be not small in number.


"Grandfather, what's this for?"


"It's in return because you helped me,"


Allesia seemed to think. Frankly, he did not want to simply refuse the money.


"Is this really for me, cake? But this was too much and exaggerated," Allesya looked doubtful.


"This amount of money is not worth what you did for me just now, son," Henry tried to convince the girl in front of him to be willing to accept his gift.


"Hmm.., well, cake, I accept your gift. But Grandpa, please wait here for a minute, yes, don't go anywhere until I get back, "allesya's pinta, which of course Henry obeyed.


Still within Henry's sight. Allesya seemed to enter a clothing store that was located not far from where she was. And soon he came out with a paper bag in his hand.


The old man still continued to pay attention to the gestures of Allesya who seemed to approach an old man who was believed to be homeless. The old man who looked so pitiful was sitting curled up like he was holding back the cold in the courtyard of the clothing store.


Awe immediately enveloped Henry's heart when he saw Allesya take out a winter coat from the paper bag and put it on the homeless person.


Awe grew when the girl gave some of her money to the homeless person.


From a distance, the Homeless look very happy and happy. He even looks teary.


"Grandfather I bought this for you," Allesya wrapped the scarf she had just bought around Henry's neck.


Henry quickly pushed out Allesya's outstretched hand. "I told you that for you, don't give it back" Henry refused.


"But I've already received some of your money as I need it so the rest I give back," the girl is still convinced by her stance.


"Take it all."


"No cake, thank you. But I can't take it all."


From the look in his eyes, Henry could read that the girl in front of him was indeed being earnest with his words. He can already make sure there will be scenes of each other rejecting money until tomorrow if no one relents.


"Well, if you insist on refusing the rest of this money, then" Henry finally gave up.


"Why did you buy me this scarf?" keep the Old Man back.


"That's my thanks because Grandpa has helped me to realize my wish with your money," Henry was able to immediately grasp the meaning of Allesya's words. With the money, Allesya could buy winter coats for homeless people who looked cold. That was Allesya's wish at the time.


Henry suddenly chuckled amusedly. "So you gave me a scarf from the money I gave you?"


Allesya nodded quickly with a face that looked so innocent. "Hehehe, yes Kek because frankly I do not have more money because it has not been paid," the girl seemed to blush embarrassed.


"You're such a sweet girl. Hmm, do you want to be friends with me?" Henry tried to offer a closer link.


"Of course," Allesya answered quickly without the slightest hesitation.


"But aren't you ashamed of being friends with an old man like me? I've been wrinkled and peyot," Henry tried to re-ignite Allesya's response.


"Why should I be ashamed of being friends with my handsome Grandpa."


"Handsome? Me? Really true?" Henry tried to correct. Actually, if the good-looking one really meant him, he would be very happy and immediately soar to bring his existence to the sky to 7.


It turns out from here it can be seen, that Sean's fame was inherited from his grandfather, Henry.


Again, Allesya nodded quickly. "Yes, after I noticed Grandpa was still very handsome despite his age. I'm sure Grandpa was an idol of women" Henry laughed at Allesya's plain words.


"You're right, I used to be very handsome. Even my good looks dropped to my grandson. I'm sure you'll fall in love right away if you meet my granddaughter," Henry immediately confirmed despite being narcissistic.


Geck! Geck! Geck!


The sound of the knocking of the table that bursts into Henry's sense of hearing suddenly draws his memory from his daydream. Exactly daydreaming while eating breakfast from Allesya.


"Grandfather, why did you even finish my breakfast?" asked Sean in wonder mode.


"Why don't you look crazy if I eat it. Don't you want it? Or maybe you're sorry you didn't eat it," Henry tried to make a sentence of bait. I hope he gets the answer he expects.


"Where might I regret. I just don't want Grandpa to get sick from eating food that is not guaranteed cleanliness," said Sean who turned out to give an answer that is not in accordance with Henry's expectations.


"I'll have a meeting soon" Sean continued. At first glance he glanced towards the clock circling his wrist. He had no intention of expelling his Grandfather, it was true that today he had a meeting schedule.


"Based on the brash grandson, you intend to throw me out, apparently," Henry recalled and then moved from his seat intending to leave his favorite grandson.


"Grandfather, be careful when you get home. Don't forget to eat and take medicine, "Henry's steps in the doorway were immediately restrained and rotated his neck towards Sean and threw a warm smile as a form of his happy response.


That's Sean, although he often held a debate with the Grandfather but his attention and care is still always he inculcated as a form of affection.





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