Chapter 2: Innocent Girl.

- You... Excuse me.

Clear voice, strange but familiar sounds.

Matilda Michael is back. Where:

- Oh, she went on. What's going on?

A sincere voice appreciates it:

- Thanks for saying that. Turn me upside down.

- Yeah. You, Everyone, were just so flustered. You don't have to worry. The plane is shaking. I'm trying to come out here and wear heels. What if I fall?

- Fat! There's nothing to regret. It's a bummer. I'm here to finish my last job. Feel indebted to this life.

The girl sighed, and then she said, Matilda Michael quickly recovered, his eyes brightened:

- That I kept calling you replied, are you thinking about something sad? It's possible. Do you want to share it with me? ...oh! I... I'm sorry, I'm out of line.

- It's been a long time. I'm used to it. It's just an old story. You don't have to. I'm sorry.

He can see her clear eyes. As the water was shining, he laughed:

- Well... Today. Oh, my ex-girlfriend's wedding day. We can love each other. Thank you for 8 years. But you're... a failure, cannot bring happiness to one's heart She, so she left me. I don't blame you. Yes, if you follow me, she will. It's going to be a lifetime.

Matilda Michael's Flowering It's a bit bitter to laugh.

- She'll regret it. For ignoring a man as good as you.

The girl stroked her jaw. She's very tall, smiling.

- What's so good about you? She doesn't know who you are.

- No contact is required now you can say that. No, I'm sure.

The girl with sparkling eyes, she curled his eyelashes, speaking confidently.

- Oh! Where are you leaning? That's what you said.

- It was just now. When everyone is flustered and scared, they just think. Cough oneself up and blame the fish, you're protecting me. On the verge of A bee is dead. Who cares if you can't see it? I'm used to it.

Matilda Michael's residence:

- That's what happened. Do you think so? I just saw people pouring in. and shouting out all one's anger at a person. The innocent girl is like them: embarrassed, Desperate, it's not a good thing. Oh, my.

- I should have, but... No one's free to think about someone else like you. People are selfish, especially. When I'm in trouble, I don't know. Isn't it because I'm a god? Anyway, thank you. You go. It's a bit sudden, but it's very calm.

She's got her eyes down. If he breathes out a long breath after passing through sadness, she's so relieved. She feels like she is being released.

Matilda Michael leaves, he looked at her with a strange look and thought:

"A young girl, why do you seem so sick of life?"

He asked her at once:

- Why do you look so sad? You are relieved.

She just didn't expect it. She sat down next to her, her beautiful eyes looking out the window, broken. Stoop toward the wing of the plane It's burning, and then it's passing through the clouds. All over the sky. Her voice is filled with sadness. It's a piece of memory. So she started saying:

- Yeah. I don't think so am I. There's something else I'm sorry about. I can't tell you. In the past, when my dad was still young, to serve as district secretary at the time of his death There were many difficulties, but the whole family lives there. I'm so happy and comfortable. My parents often laugh because I study well with my brother.

- But from that day on, my dad... When I heard that I was promoted, my family moved to the capital, and my father died. I have more work to do, but my mom... I moved to a public company. a weaving machine of equal grade but a large amount of thorns, There's a lot of work. approximately, she's only got a couple of meals a week. I think it's my parents. I'm busy with work, so I'll study hard for my parents. I have to worry. Then one day, at a time, was My 38-year-old mom's birthday anniversary. When I was in the capital for 5 years. I remember my mom's birthday, and that day was old. Like this.

Stop the tromp for a moment, and then she begins to say:

- In front of the birthday cake. My mom cried a lot. I only comforted her. My father has a lot of press business. But I definitely prepared a present for my mom. Then, I secretly called him outside. Three to remind you like many times. It's just that the end of the rope is on the side. There's a connection. I can hear a voice that's not mine. If my dad's voice is like a girl's voice. Girl, I don't know your face, but the sound is clear. She's very young.

Speaking of which, Glenda Mary's tone seemed like she was about to cry, but she was still holding back. She went on:

- I kept thinking about the wrong phone, but I was wondering if it was my dad's phone. Unexpectedly, she was right and asked who you were, why did you call her husband's phone? I was surprised, flustered and couldn't hear what she was saying, just crying, trying to see if I called the wrong number, but it was my father's number. Then I heard my dad's voice on the phone:

"My phone. Who's calling?"

She said:

"Yes, but the wrong number."

"Then why did you hang up so much? Let's do it because we're working."

After the narrated conversation, Glenda Mary began to cry.

- Then I heard some disgusting sounds. I turned off my phone and cried. I thought my mom knew about this, because he's rarely been home lately. It's cold to talk to my mom. My mom is skinny, too.I can see it. The next day, I came back from school, saw my parents fighting so loudly, I hid in the window outside the garden, saw my dad scolding my mom too much, and slapped her hard... Huh... I'm serious. I'm useless. Furthermore, I should've run and hit him. But I just stood outside, couldn't do anything, watched my mother cry, ran out into the street.

The more she cries, the weaker the sound of Glenda Mary:

- And then... Then... There's a truck passing by, and my mom didn't notice the car... She cried out loud.

This is Matilda Michael felt his heart cringed, wiped away the long tears on the pretty porter's face, patted his trembling shoulder, he said:

- I was a kid, and I couldn't blame myself for that, because every girl was as embarrassed and frightened as I was. No, you don't have to tell me any more sad stories. I'm sorry again.It reminds me of the past.

- Excited... It's okay. There's nothing left. In his mother's funeral day, he didn't come either. All he did was work as a housewife. I got a reason he couldn't make it back from a long business trip. I hate him so much. Then later, he came to apologize to me, and I hope you don't talk about this with your brother, he just wants someone to take over his family and his family. I've existed completely exhausted since I apologized. He just thinks you're an idiot. He didn't know I'd seen my mother alive touch in front of me and then died a few seconds later. I hate him. I haven't spoken to him since. After graduating from high school, I tried to get accepted to the J.M Air University, and as a flight attendant, I just wanted to fly away, away from him to make myself less disgusted.

The little girl just said, with a bright smile on her lips:

- I'm finally meeting my mom today. I'm happy. No more pressure. That's a relief.

She sniffed, rubbed her nose and laughed. She looks so happy..

Matilda Michael just kept her from falling down by a plane. More shaking, looking at her smile, he thought: She's such a lovely girl, but her life is so beautiful. It's cruel, even if you had a happy family at first, grew up warm, and didn't think about life at all, but... It's time to meet her family and her beloved mother. I doubt the separation in pain, especially if you have to see the loss of your loved one in such helplessness. God was so cruel, but she's still strong, she's still trying to be cheerful, it's not easy. Life's a lot of misery.

He tried to ask another question:

- What was her name? You didn't even know my name.

- My name is Glenda Mary, which means pure, holy. Hehehehehehe. What's your name? It's nice to have a lover like you.

- She's teasing you again. My name is Matilda Michael. A literal meaning It's got a lot of spirit, isn't it?

The stubborn little girl wrinkled her little nose:

- Well, you're only a few years older than me. I'm not a little girl anymore. Yeah, it's been a while. I'm Glenda.

Glenda Mary took advantage of a rare moment of silence. There's a threatening little fist.

- Yeah. Yes. It's really big.

The plane shook violently, his head pushed to the right, his eyes. I happened to look down at someone's dumplings.

- Yeah. You're so mean.

Glenda Mary is confused, her hands are holding against the toll booth. A first kept the person from falling, and the cheeks soon blushed.

- Argh.

The plane shook harder and harder, and Glenda Mary fell over Matilda Michael. He quickly grabbed his, pulled his clothes. Suddenly, a subtle scent crept in. Nose, he's going to see Glenda Mary's face red as blood, big eyes. Round's staring at him.

From where the hand passes down the soft, warm feeling, he is in a hurry to move, move to the shoulder support, but the plane is going crazy, everything's going crazy, his arm's going crazy again. Hold her little waist tight.

"Damn, before I die, I'll take over the convenience of a little girl.."

Trying so hard, he moved his hand to her shoulder, face. She can't believe she is still awake, pretending she doesn't know what he just did. Seeing her silence, however, he asked a little blankly:

- Are you okay? You didn't bump into anything, did you?

- No... It's okay. It's a relief that you pulled me back and fell down.

She stammered, her face redder, thinking in secret:

"He probably didn't mean to? Ah! What am I thinking?"

The more he thinks about it, the hotter my face gets.