Sold For Marriage

2. Taking care of the small and petite child

NAZRUDIN

It is night time as lights comes and goes as I drive us back to my home. The girl slowly turning into a small ball clutching the torn blanket. She honestly looks so fragile that I just don't want to touch her, afraid I will break her.

"You want to go to sleep?" I ask her. Eyes still glued to the road.

She turns her head to me but decides to ignore me. Curling into a ball again, turning to her left side. Her back facing me. Well well well if you're being like that, fine then. I'm not gonna talk with you then.

-but-

Sighing, I stop at the side. Alert, the girl perk up her head, curious to why we stop. Getting out, I go to her side of the car and open the door.

-i'll be the gentleman instead-

Immediately, her eyes had fear as she slowly back away clutching the blanket more tighter than before.

I smile at her, to tell her that it is okay I am not a harm. I guess it's working by the look at her slowly calming down.

Rummaging through the side of her seat, I grab hold of the lever and pulled it down to make the seat more lower.

Nodding at her as a signal to lean on the chair, Alhamdulillah that she understands me and lean on it.

I take the seatbelt gently while giving a distance to went over her and buckle her up. Going to the back seat, I grab the thick blanket I always bought when its winter and went back to her side.

Eyeing the blanket and looking at her, she hold her blanket more tightly. Sighing, I know she won't let go of that any sooner so I just shrug and cover her with the my blanket. Thank Allah that she doesn't decline.

Nodding at her for the last time, I close the door gently and finally went back to my place, shut the door and drive.

Hoping that mom will cook us enough food because damn, I'm hungry.

Mom's cook is the best. I'm seriously drooling right now. Like really drooling. You know the liquid coming out from your mouth that you don't realize at all and it will become sticky if it stays there really long? Yeah. And I wipe it off with my sleeve.

So I drive in silence. Aiming for the food.

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Killing the engine off, the girl wake up. Smiling, I get out from the car and immediately went to her side and open the door. Because I am a gentleman ladies. Flips hair, hell yeah I am.

Unbuckling her seat belt, I back away and let her get out on her own with her shivering body. She clutched on the blanket I gave her as she stand up, her height right on my abdomen.

I still hardly believe that she's 17 years old. If you readers are me, you will know she looks like a little 13 year old girl.

Looking at her trying really hard to stand up straight but failed miserably from the blisters in her feet and the instability, I sigh and crouch in front of her. My very hot back facing her.

"Climb on, I'll help you" I grin. But inside, I pray to Allah that he will forgive me for this but what can I do? I just can't let the poor girl walk alone with her slowly bleeding feet right?

The girl look at me. Just standing there looking at me still clutching the blanket like her life depend on it.

Knowing she will not climb on, I let go of my beanie sitting on my head and put it on her because clearly she needs it more than I need it. And the neck scarf hanging on my neck and shoulder to cover her slowly.