I am 20

"Do you need help?" A man asked. He saw what has just happened from the start.

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

I just answered the man who came without looking at his face because my focus is on my bleeding wounds.

"Come. I'll help you treat your wounds."

The man helped me stand up. He is in his middle age. He assisted me until we are inside a store selling fruits and gave me a seat. He went somewhere in the store and came back with a clean cloth and a basin with lukewarm water.

"Show me your arm." He said focusing on my arms.

I just give my arm and cleaned my wounds while I am in pain. The wound is not that big but the blood made me anxious in stopping it. Both of my palms also have scratches which made me winced more.

AH!

"Be gentle." I cried. I am very sensitive to pain and wounds.

"Ah. Okay." The man responded even though he is having the face of expressing 'What the heck!'.

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"It's done."

"Thank you." It is sincere gratitude.

"You are lucky that these are the only wounds you got from what you did to the princess. Maybe because you are noble. Why are you wandering without your servants and guards?" The man acted like a scolding father.

"Noble? No, I'm not." I said it while the man who helped me is entertaining a customer.

"How much is the mango?" asked the customer.

"You are lucky to see our fruit shop today. Our mango is freshly picked just by today. You can guarantee that it is sweet and -"

"I asked the price not the story behind your mango." Cut by the customer. She has an impatient and mucking attitude because she has no age difference from the store owner.

"Sorry. It's only 1 copper each."

"WHAT?! Are you trying to rub me?! Is your mango made of gold?! It is even worse than the store I always bought by! That store only costs me half of yours and they have better mangoes! Do want your store to be destro-"

"THEN GO TO THAT STORE!" Shouted by the man who helped me.

"You-!"

"YOU WHAT?!"

'I think the man is in a bad mood.' I thought.

There are many onlookers now because of their shouts. Some even are murmuring to each other.

"I never thought he has this part of personality."

"It's understandable. His wife is bed-ridden for almost a week now."

"So? What about it? He just needs to go to the healer."

"No, he did go but the healer can't do anything. He was suggested to go to the city for there is someone there who can treat his wife."

"What? The healers there are very expensive."

"You're right. That is why he worked hard these following days."

The customer heard the conversations around.

"You. I'll try to understand your situation now. I won't tell the guards here. Just compensate me with your mangoes!"

The man's face cannot be described anymore. He gets a knife in front of him and points it at the customer.

"GET LOST NOW OR ELSE I'LL CUT YOUR FU**'N FACE LIKE A MANGO!"

UHH!

Everyone is shocked by the man's words. The customer's eyes are so big that are like popping in a minute.

"WAAHHHH!!!! SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" Shout by the customer while running like a crazy woman.

The boy doesn't know what is happening, but all people here act like nothing is worth mentioning to the securities.

"HMMP!" The man is trying to calm down. After a few minutes of deep breathing while closing his eyes he remembered someone. He looked back and see me in the corner, shivering.

"Hey, boy... I..." the man can't find words to explain.

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"Sorry for what happened just now." The man apologized.

"By the way, I am San. I live in the village Yondo. How about you? What is your name?"

The man wants to calm the atmosphere in the shop. He is still shivering but tried to answer.

"I... I am Erstan." I answered shyly.

"Erstan, what a beautiful name. How old are you?"

The man continued to be friendly.

"I am 20."

"So you are 20...wait...WHAT?! YOU ARE 20?!"

His plan of pampering me did not work but scaring me more because of his sudden irritated looks and reactions.

"Ow! Sorry. I was just shocked. Although your height is of a 20-year-old, but..."

"Hey... Erstan..." The man called a few times but got no response. I did not know how to interact anymore.

"I think it is already time to close the shop." He ended.