As those two gentlemen left, the tension in the shop was lessen by half. Every bated breath was once again exhaled. The old lady stood up and walked closer to the bar, bringing the cup of tea and the plate of pie on each hand. She found a place on the right side of the little boy. As she put the cup on the bar, the young lady poured another serving reflexively.
"What will you do now, Lisdelle?" The middle-age man nervously drank his lemon tea. The soft smell of lemon and a spark of sourness managed to calm him down, but he was still hesitant to look directly to the old lady.
"Like I said, I will wait." She calmly ate her last bite of pie and gave the plate to the young lady.
The faint sound of flowing water became the background of the uncomfortable atmosphere. The young boy played the spoon on his half-empty bowl. The awkwardness made him lose his appetite.
"Is there a bad guy harming your family, Owner?" The young boy finally opened his mouth. He couldn't pretend like he didn't care.
"Well, there is one particular group trying to claim our family land by using lies and twisted fact." She rubbed her hand on the young boy's head.
"In short, there is a group of swindlers trying to conduct a fraud and steal our inheritance, Granny? How could you not tell me? I am not an outsider, am I?" The young lady came back from the kitchen, sat heavily on a tall stool behind the bar. It was obvious that she was hurt.
"Swindler? Fraud? Those words are not in my knowledge yet."
Suddenly the middle-age man burst in laughters, "You never fail me, Funny Boy, never," he continued laughing and pat the young boy's back exceptionally hard.
"A fraud, is an act of stealing other people's possession by using lies, tricks, and disguises. And..., swindler is the person who do the fraud," the young lady answered the unstated questions.
"Why do people do fraud?" The young boy continued.
"Because it's easy money, Boy," the young lady answered impatiently, she was still a little bit angry to the old lady.
"I don't think there is anything easy in stealing by lying," the young boy stared at the cup in his hand.
"What do you mean?" the young lady turned her eyes to the young boy. The middle-age man stopped laughing, and the old lady smiled faintly.
Indeed, the little boy had another opinion.
Welcome!!! To the whole mess in my mind!!
Hello, nice to meet you!!
I don't know how did you end up reading this silly blog, but anyway, thanks for starting reading this thing!!! This blog will be my aid to keep my sanity from the whole mess in my own brain.
There will be at least 2 series that I will keep on posting.
The first one is "Brain Damage Control" or BDC. In this series, I will write about anything I learned in the day. It might be super random, but I will keep it easy to read, easy to understand. It's a practice for me too =) The other one is "The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop". This will be a micro-novel series.
Please enjoy the might-be-not-a-very-new-concept-but-I-like-it-this-way-anyway experience while reading it. I hope I could keep writing it in an interesting way. Of course, any suggestions and requests are highly welcomed!!
So!!!
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