Silence, it was eerily silent in the car, and this made the chauffeur feel ominous.
"Drive!" The man's cold voice jolted the chauffeur out of his thoughts.
"Yes, sir." The chauffeur answered and stepped on the gas. As he drove away, he sighed in regret. He really wished he could help, but he was just an employee following orders. What could he do?
The man felt frustrated for some reason the moment the chauffeur started the car. From time to time, he would glance back to see what was happening. When it became too unbearable, he was about to tell the chauffeur to stop when he saw her limping away tearfully. The sorry figure of Ayla made the man feel a pang of heartache . He didn't know why, but it was unsettling.
Ayla walked home with injuries . She looked for the first aid kit and tended to her wounds first before she changed into her work clothes. Even though she was feeling weak and every bone in her body was in pain, she still made her way to the coffee shop downtown.
The man asked the chauffeur to stop over at his favourite coffee shop.
"Sir, your order?" The waiter who had gone over to take his order called out to him once again when he noticed that he was zoning out .
"Huh? I'm sorry, iced Americano, please." When he realized that he had zoned out, he immediately apologised before placing his order.
Yes, he had seen Ayla again. The girl was busy at the counter as a cashier. He could see the pain in her eyes even though she was trying her best to smile. He figured it had something to do with the bullying earlier. As he thought of something, he took out his phone and texted the chauffeur, who was waiting downstairs, before he continued sipping his coffee calmly.
He left after paying the bill. A few hours later, a waiter carried a package and walked to where Ayla was.
"Ayla, you have a package. " He passed her the box as he said this.
A package? Ayla wondered. She did not order anything, after all.
"Who sent it?" She asked after musing for a while.
"I don't know. Someone handed it to me at the door and left after instructing me to hand it to you." The waiter explained.
"Okay, thank you." Ayla thanked him and placed the package at the side. She planned on taking a look at it when she got home later.
After taking a shower when she arrived at her home, Ayla limped to the living room to check the contents of the package. The moment she opened it, the smell of medicine wafted through her nostrils. Curious, she picked up a bottle and realized that it contained ointment. In the other bottle, there were pain relievers. Did someone realize that she was injured? If they did, who were they? And why did they want to remain anonymous? She felt touched for the stranger's kind gesture. It meant a lot. She sighed inwardly. If only all humans were like the stranger.