Fate always arranges seemingly simple encounters but is actually full of hidden meanings.
One meeting was fate. So many times you see each other, don't you have debt between the two?
Roly's destination is the suburbs near the city.
He didn't know why he chose this place, just happened to read the article in the magazine while he was searching for the ideal place.
Carrying a backpack, he climbed onto his favorite motorcycle and rode on the highway.
A few hours to get there.
The scenery here is so great! It really helped calm him down a lot.
He stayed there until sunset, then hurriedly left.
Things are not going well! Your motorcycle is bad at nagging, and suddenly breaks down, what should I do? In a peaceful place is difficult to find a car repair garage, struggling for a while to try to appease a close friend, but in vain, it still stubbornly refuses to reconcile with him.
Roly swallowed tired, frustrated, had to endure hardship, leisurely led her friends on a romantic path. In the middle of the pale yellow sun, falling leaves, where the bridge is facing, is the center of the suburbs. Roly was looking for something to calm her companion.
Roly didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, he wasn't in the mood to enjoy the scenery anymore, now it was urgent to find a place to rest for the night. Afternoon gradually let go of the light. He kept walking forward, a little uneasy when it was dark every day. After a long walk, his legs were tired, he also reached the center, walking a little further, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
In front is a large house, ornamental plants are decorated quite nicely, this architecture is a bit old, the white fence is rusted, clinging to the vines, the vines bloom with orange flowers interspersed with green leaves. The lawn is cut short, in some places, there are toys such as swings, slides... Football and basketball courts. Nearby, a group of three, five-year-old children ran, played, and played around the yard.
He watched for a moment before continuing, instead of going straight he turned towards the direction of the building. The early morning sun shines on him, the atmosphere here is very harmonious, perhaps because it is far from the city where the traffic is noisy and bustling, there is also the sound of holy birds chirping happily.
As soon as he arrived, he met a middle-aged woman, with a face imprinted with the traces of years, deep eyes filled with affection and concern. This is the abbot, whom Clara deeply respects and loves, she loves her like her own daughter. Roly spoke quickly.
"Hello, aunt!"
The middle-aged woman replied with a smile and a warm voice.
"What do you need? to visit these children?"
"I didn't hide anything, I came down from the city, unfortunately, the car broke down in the middle of the road, it was almost dark, I still couldn't find the hotel, happened to pass this place, I took the liberty to ask for a night's sleep, I don't know if it will cause any harm. annoying?"
The unexpected incident and his Honesty are understood and sympathized with by this woman, she no doubts happily allows it.
"Of course this place always welcomes visitors, you come in."
The woman who led him into the building, it was true that this place was full of children, materially sketchy, very simple, everything was rustic and close.
Roly kept looking around, her feet still unconsciously following the director, to an empty room at the end of the corridor, the woman stopped walking and turned to him.
"Just let it be, the children are very good, if you need anything, go to the office to find your aunt. But if the room has dust, please clean it up for me, it's been a long time since people have lived in it, maybe cobwebs, mice, cockroaches have done it. It's okay, don't you mind?"
"It's not good to sleep outside, I'm not picky either."
"That's fine, you can find the broom in the kitchen, go to the main hall and turn left. You can do it yourself! I still have work to do."
"Yes, thank you."
He said bowing goodbye, and the old woman walked away.
Roly opened the door, in front of him was a rather small room, in the room was full of rudimentary furniture, a wooden cabinet placed close to the right corner of the wall, the bed on the left, the table placed by the window, on the wall was only paper. simple deep color. There is a vase and a reading lamp on the table. Everything is much simpler than the clean, luxurious room at his house.
But it was comfortable enough for him to rest, at least he didn't have to sleep on the street tonight. There was one problem, as said for a long time no one lived, so the dust was quite thick, he liked to be clean, didn't think much, put his backpack on the table, Roly went to the kitchen to follow the instructions to find a broom and a mop.
When he finished cleaning, the sunset dyed the sky red. Viewed from the room, the sunset is very poetic. Roly couldn't contain the excitement of watching the sun disappear.
Under a tree, Roly stood motionless, watching everything unfold. The gentle wind made the trees rustle, all the sounds mixed together so mixed, his eyes slightly lowered, unable to see what his mood was. His gaze drifted slightly to a small figure, a boy who kept staring at him. A separate child, with a rather beautiful appearance, but his eyes looked at him with caution and apprehension.
"Hey kid, those eyes… What do you mean?"
Roly stepped in front of the child and said sarcastically.
The child just stared at Roly in silence.
He tilted his head, frowning in displeasure at that behavior. Suddenly it stopped looking at him, hurriedly turned to run away, he was surprised to call but it disappeared behind the wall.
oOo
It's already his third day here, he really doesn't want to leave. I only asked them to sleep for one night, but I expected him to stay until the third day.
Today is a magical morning!
As soon as he woke up, he left the room, because he wanted to see simple happy things in the morning.
Roly had just reached the main hall when a woman's call made him stop.
"Roly! you're here!"
"Hello, Headmaster!" He quickly turned around and said hello: "Have you found anything?"
"I have good news for you."
He looked at the woman waiting.
"What you told your aunt the other day that you wanted to learn about the dialect, she found someone to help you."
"Is that so?"
He exclaimed, not knowing why he was so happy, after two days here, he had come in contact with the other children, all of them were close to him and loved him, but the child looked at him with different eyes. That is not the case. Every time he wanted to get close to it, he avoided it, and sometimes ran away immediately, that was why he wanted to get closer to it, so he boldly asked the director to help him learn the dialect. Unfortunately, the orphanage has few people but many things to do, no one has time to help him, fortunately, Clara came this morning, just saw the headmistress and knew immediately that she was the most suitable person, no one understood that isolated child then her, they're both in the city, isn't that very convenient for him? not to mention the promised to pay the proper fee, she would have extra income. All was beneficial so the dean did not hesitate to introduce Clara to him.
I'm so glad that in the morning when I meet the dean, I have to report it immediately, not afraid of too many things to forget, tomorrow he will return to the city.
"YES!" That person just arrived this morning, do you want to meet right away?
"Of course."
"That person is out in the flower garden with the children, but now that aunt is busy with some work, I can't go with you, can you go alone?"
"I'll take care of my aunt's business, I can go alone."
"Then we'll talk later."
Then the woman passed him and walked away. This woman seems to be having so much fun that she overlooks something very, very important.
How warm and pure is the early morning sun? As soon as he stepped out to the yard, he was forced to stretch his shoulders to take in the fresh morning air.
After a while, he frantically looked towards the playground.
The image of children running around, joking, with clear voices, excited laughter, all of them are free from the troubles of life, their innocence and innocence make others want to protect and protect. Seeing that scene made his heart strangely warm, involuntarily owed a smile.
Suddenly his eyes lost their way to the stone bench under the big green tree. What is it that makes you so surprised in the morning?
It's unbelievable, things always don't go according to anyone's wishes, specifically here is his will. Roly wanted to refresh his spirit to find a peaceful place like this, who would have thought that this is also the place where he stepped into a complicated but extremely magical emotion.
There he met her, the girl was the reason he was here.
Before his eyes, Clara sat and talked with the strange boy he met that afternoon. They speak in a special language that only the less fortunate use.
Suddenly, he wondered, Why are you here?
It was not surprising or strange, perhaps as a habit, for many years Clara had come here once a month on the fourth Sunday. Every time she comes, she brings a lot of gifts and cakes for the children. She came this morning because he slept too hard not to know anything.
Staring in that direction, Roly didn't know the director was coming, while he was lost in his thoughts, the sound of a woman behind him startled him.
"Roly!"
He quickly turned around: "Director!"
"Have you met that person?"
As soon as she arrived, she immediately asked him, probably because she remembered that she forgot to say something important to him, so she hurriedly chased after him to make it clear.
"Not yet, but what?"
"That's great! I forgot to tell you this now. That person can't communicate normally like everyone else, I'm afraid you'll be surprised again, don't understand what that person is saying, so I rush to find you."
Hearing this woman say that he was surprised, why is the grandmother talking like someone he knows, that person is also here.
How could there be such a terrible coincidence?
"So! What does that person look like? Is it a girl?"
He hesitantly confirmed.
"How do you know it's a girl?"
The director didn't know that he knew Clara before, so he was a bit surprised by the question.
"Is that person the girl sitting on the stone bench under the hyacinth tree, near the rose garden over there?"
This time he affirmed himself, because, besides her, there were no girls nearby, the woman in front of him was middle-aged, and the girls were definitely not, it was easy. let him figure it out.
The woman followed his eyes, saw Clara talking to Achu, and quickly turned to look at him to confirm.
"That's right. Let me introduce her to you."
Wait, is it real? Suddenly a pain in the back of the neck hit. He was sorting through all the data he had received this morning.
What are these called? A special predestined relationship?
Then, the director was about to call out to her, but he quickly stopped him.
"Director! wait!"
Somewhat surprised, the woman looked at him puzzled.
"What's wrong? or you don't want to learn the dialect?"
"Not!"
"It's okay, if you don't want to, just say so."
"No, I have something to ask."
"What's up?"
"What kind of person is that girl?"
"Clara?"
"Yes! I'm just curious, mind?"
The woman shot him a suspicious look, wondering if he had any intentions with Clara?
Maybe it's because I'm too skeptical, after all, the two will meet often in the future, she will teach him about the dialect, thinking that the woman is not hiding anything, sharing what she knows with him. . Anyway, the story about her didn't affect anyone, maybe if he meant something to her, even better, the woman would be happy if it happened. Clara is a good girl, she deserves to be loved.
"Don't mind, if you want to know Auntie will tell you what she knows, it's no big deal anyway. Her name is Clara."
Yes, you know her name.
"Clara comes here once a month on the fourth Sunday of the week. The kids here love her very much. A lot of them are aloof from everyone else but somehow open their hearts to talk to Clara. To the kids. Clara is like an angel."
I don't know Clara very well either. The child does not talk to me often. Living aloof, Auntie first met her at that time as a member of a volunteer association. Every time he comes, he buys as many gifts as possible, the children love them, just waiting for the fairy to come.
"The baby is also pitiful!"
While speaking, the woman suddenly sighed sadly.
"What's wrong?"
He couldn't hide his feelings of wanting to know more about her.
"Clara can't talk normally like the others."
"What's wrong with her? is she deaf or..." Roly suddenly stopped, that unfinished sentence he should have kept and should not have said all.
"She suffers from severe depression! is afraid of contact with strangers, over time she can't talk normally like other people."
The director said, a slight smile bringing a little nostalgia about what she had gone through, although she did not witness the pain she suffered from her own eyes, with her kind and loving heart, this woman somewhat understood and sympathized with her.
He was about to ask the cause of her illness as if reading her mind, the woman answered immediately.
"I don't know why, but Clara is an optimistic girl."
The air was suddenly filled with silence, suddenly gloomy, as if realizing that she had just broken the cheerful atmosphere of the early morning, the woman changed the subject.
"Oh forget it, breakfast is ready, you join everyone, don't be polite, any guest who walks in here will be treated like family."
"Yes, then I'm not being polite."
"Hey, guys! Clara! Anna too, come in for breakfast."
Suddenly the director called out loudly, causing her to turn her head to look, Roly was still not mentally prepared to meet her, too panicked to quickly turn her face away, avoiding her to recognize him.
Clara took the other child's hand and walked over to where the two were standing, while the dean stared at her, he just stood there with his back turned to hide his face.
Clara smiled and nodded at the middle-aged woman and then looked at the boy standing next to her. She just walked over to the excited woman immediately.
"Clara! this is what they told you on the phone." Then she turned to introduce herself to him when she saw Roly standing with her back to him, very confused.
"How are you? Roly."
She looked at him with concern: "Why all of a sudden! Are you unwell?" With a gesture of kindness, the woman reached out to touch his cheek to see how he was.
"I'm fine!"
This voice she had heard somewhere before.
"Let me introduce you to you, this is Clara, she will help you in learning about the dialect."
Roly slowly turned around. Even if you avoid it, you can't avoid it, so you have to let things flow naturally.
"Hi! Nice to meet you!"
Clara was shocked to see the man in front of her reaching out his hand to her.