Noam had never felt like this. All this shades of relations and emotions were new to him. He was brought up in an orphanage. He was familiar with words like rascal, pervert, coward, jerk and many. In that environment he had spend his childhood. Nobody had taken care of him, nobody had treated him in this way except Kang.
He was on a roller coaster ride passing through all these weird and unknown feelings. Noam didn't know how to console a mother, who had no hope left to meet her only child after waiting for years.
Noam had noticed that when yangi had called her kimoni she had smiled. Noam gather some courage and said,
"Patting her hand kimoni, kimoni believe me things would going to get sorted soon. You are very courageous than me. Don't worry, don't worry.
So is it fine if I call you by this name. I think it's fine. Kimoni, this place was not fit for me, if you allow I would love to live at the terrace. It feels homely, if I need anything I will tell you. "
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Noam left. There developed a invisible bonding of love and respect between them. Those words were like pain killing patches. They could heal pain of old wound.
Life is always strange. When people want to cry live alone, god sent some invisible help. And when we start relieving on them they left us alone, all alone.
