The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop #46

"There was once," the middle-aged started, "a young boy with a big dream. He would like to have a big farming house at the edge of the province. A peaceful place with no worry."

The young boy fixed his sitting. The young lady took a place beside the old lady. Everybody listened to the middle-aged man quietly.

"Therefore, to get some money for his dream, he went to the city."

"He did all the work he could, be it selling fruits in the market, cleaning the horse stall, be a bell boy, anything. Nearly anything, except one, " he stopped, gazing through the far behind the wall.

"What was it, that he didn't do?" The young boy was impatient.

"Except doing bad things, Funny Boy."

"But one day, a man approach him. That man looked like a noble, offering him to work at his house, near the border of the city." The middle-aged man suddenly chuckled. Others were confused, there wasn't anything funny in the story yet.

"But the noble was weird, he asked the boy to give all of his fortune into the noble man's keepsake. It's a guarantee that you won't steal and run from me, he said to the naive boy. Stupidly enough, that boy gave his all, a number big enough to buy a pretty big land in a small village that he dreamt."

Everybody was still listening to the middle-aged man.

"After a couple of months, one day the noble ask the boy to go to market, to buy a lot of stuff that was impossible to be finished in one morning. It took nearly the whole day to finish the task. It was nearly dark when the boy came back and found something strange. The big house was completely dark and scarily silent. It was as if it had been abandoned for years. The boy rushed to the house and found nobody, nothing. Not even a bed, not even a penny left. He was alone, and fooled."

"He lost years of hard work in a couple of months, for swallowing a lie coated in a noble man."

"Now, young lady, do you think that swindler is an easy work?"

"Is it even a real story?" The young lady was in doubt, how could someone looked like a nice noble was a swindler? It is supposed to be easy to sniff something suspicious.

"A real swindler will always act to the point people can't tell the real thing. Swindling needs a professional acting ability, a great scenario, a bunch of properties. It's a stage of play which needs a real patience, honey, " the old lady said as if she understood her grand-niece's thought.

The young lady blushed to ears, once she understood the point.

"It sounds like your story, Pizza Owner," said the young boy.

The middle-aged man shocked and touched his beard, "Smart aren't you?" He rubbed the young boy's head roughly.

"But I learnt my lesson kid, I learnt my lesson."