Meanwhile,
Far from the big city of London. A village far from the hustle and bustle of vehicles. In a house that is not too fancy, a young girl is seen busy with food boxes. Some of her cooking results are being arranged in her food box. She was very serious about doing this activity. Her lips hummed singing her favorite song a masterpiece from Rihanna, Diamonds.
"Aah ... it's finally finished," said the girl wiping the sweat that had dripped off her forehead. "Today, special menu for Uncle Frans in town. He'll love it!" She continued, she was so happy to be able to finish lunch for Frans, that girl was none other than Frans' niece named Gracia.
"Okay, time for us to go!" Gracia slung her sling bag over her shoulder. Then she grabbed the food box. "Mom, I'm leaving first!" she shouted at the half-old woman who was busy drying clothes.
"Yeah, be careful! Say hello to your uncle, Dear! Tell him to visit Me from time to time, it's not good to work all the time at his old age!"
"Yes, Mom! I'll tell him later. Don't forget to eat, Mom, I've prepared food on the dining table!" said Grace.
"Okay ... Okay ... you can go. You don't need to remind Me. I'm not too old for you to constantly remind me, Dear!" protested the old woman a little annoyed. The girl just smiled.
"Okay, I'm going." She left the house and closed the door again.
She walked along the winding country road. Along the way he walked, greeted and smiled at the residents. She did it every day when delivering food to his beloved Uncle.
The girl stopped at the bus stop. She has to wait about every fifteen minutes to get a bus to the city where Frans works. She sat and her eyes looking in the direction of the bus, a very quiet village. Not long after, the bus she was waiting for came and stopped right in front of the girl with long, shoulder-length hair.
She rushed to get on, before the bus left and would be waiting a long time. The journey was very long and tiring enough she had to go back and forth. From the village of Castleton located in the High Peak district, Derbyshire County, East Midlands Province, England.
Not a short trip, but it takes about 2 hours of travel. The girl also had to change buses to get to London. Fortunately, the girl was used to doing this trip just to deliver food to her uncle.
The wind blew softly, touching her face. The girl really enjoyed feeling the wind gently touching her skin. "Aaah ... today is really sunny," She squealed happily.
And soon, her eyes began to close. Asleep. The bus wheels keep turning.
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Then at Edward's place.
The young man felt relieved after making a quite tense presentation. He stretched his muscles that felt a little stiff, he also moved his tired lips explaining the presentation material that Frans had made over fifty pages.
"How about we have coffee first, Uncle? I feel all stiff after explaining the presentation material for nearly sixty slides," Edward suggested. He also yawned, his sleepiness he couldn't hold back after a day without sleep.
"Okay, sir. Let me buy it, you better rest in your room!"
"No ... no ... I want to buy it myself. We better walk together to the coffee shop near the office!" he snapped.
"But sir, you look very tired. What if you are exhausted? And you just chaired a meeting with investors!"
"It's okay, Uncle! After the coffee, I should be much better." Once again Edward dodged. And the two of them came out of that very high-rise luxury building.
Then, the bus that Gracia was riding had arrived at the stop she was headed for. She came down with a yawn and stretched her body with both hands up. She was really exhausted after making food for Frans and her mother at dawn. Her eyes were always closed on the bus during the two-hour-plus journey.
"Now all that's left is to take the subway and go to the building where Uncle works," Gracia said. She was so excited today, and the cooking she made was very special for her favorite uncle, the uncle who had become a shadow father for Gracia.
In the past, when Gracia was still very young, or rather she was only 3 years old, Gracia's biological father had to be killed by robbers at a bank in central London. And made her father's body lose a lot of blood just to protect a small child from the threat of robbers who were about to shoot him. The red liquid had also spilled on the floor, and filled her father's entire body.
Because of this incident, Frans felt responsible. Moreover, this man also recently lost a child due to kidney failure, following his wife who had already left him. It was Frans who replaced the father figure for Gracia, and because of that, this beautiful girl loved him as much as he loved her.
Her legs swayed, striding merrily. Her lips that love the songs of the Hollywood singer keep humming. Then her steps stopped, when her eyes saw a man was torturing a cat that approached him. Gracia looked angry, "What's wrong with that guy? Why is he torturing that cute cat?" thought the girl.
She ran quickly to save the cat that was kicked by the irresponsible man. "Hey ... what did you do to such a cute animal?" she shouted, then she bent down and grabbed the gray cat as fast as she could before the man's legs kicked cat twice.
"Aaah ... shit. Whether I want to hurt this cat or not is up to me! And it has nothing to do with you. After all, it's a stray cat, not your cat!" shouted the boy.
Edward and Frans came out of the building, Edward accidentally heard and saw the commotion made by Gracia. "What's going on there crowded?" he thought. "Uncle, you go ahead. I'll catch up later," said Edward.
"Okay, I'll wait at the front coffee shop, Sir!"
Edward nodded, hurrying he saw the commotion. His footsteps accelerated when the hand of the man in front of Gracia started swinging his hand.
tap.
"A man doesn't hurt a woman with his hand!" Edward called back, then gripped the man's hand tightly. Gracia and the people watching looked at Edward.
"Who are you? Want to be a hero to be willing to defend this damn woman?"
"Who am I, you don't need to know. What is clear, I will not let a man who likes to hit a woman!"
"Aaah ... lots of babbling!" The man got emotional, he then swung his other hand to hit Edward's face. The young man parried it and punched the man's face until he broke his nose. Blood was pouring out. "Aargh… you bastard!" screamed the man in pain.
Edward's eyes widened, "Go away! Or I won't hesitate to punch your face again!" Edward's threat was not kidding. His gaze was cynical as well as frightening. The man shook off Edward's hand and left. His face was also flushed with embarrassment from being watched by many people who passed by in his fight with Gracia.
Edward held up the middle finger, as the man looked back at him. And then the man got on the bus. Get out of Edward's sight. The people watching left the commotion one by one.
"Are you all right, Miss?"
However, Gracia's eyes did not leave Edward's gaze. He don't know what she was thinking, her saliva dripped from her lips with unblinking eyes.
The young man snorted, "Stressed girl!" He then left Gracia who was still daydreaming.
And she realized when the cat she hugged scratched Gracia's hand. "Aaau... it hurts!" she screamed. She ignored the cat that had escaped from her arms, then looked for the figure of the young man who helped her. "Eh ... where is that boy?" asked Gracia looking for every street in the city of London.
She sighed, "Aah ... I haven't said thank you yet," she complained, then continued her goal of meeting Frans.
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