7 Family Of Three (1/2)

”Are you alright madam? Do you need any help?”

The old lady was startled as she turned towards him. A warm smile flashed on her countenance as she looked at him with grat.i.tude in her eyes.

”No, I'm fine.”

”And thank you for getting back my bag from that mugger.” Her voice seemed to be getting hoa.r.s.e at that moment but she managed to blurt out those sentences.

'If that boy hadn't retrieved her bag from the mugger, what would have happened to her?' She thought.

'How was her grandson supposed to get money for his higher studies? That was all the money she had saved after the untimely death of his parents.'

After losing her son and daughter-in-law both at the same time, she was the sole guardian of her grandson left in this world. From then on she raised him on her own. He was the only reason for her to live on.

This teenaged boy helped both of them immensely without even knowing about it. For her he was like the reincarnation of some divine who appeared in front of her just to save her from this tragedy. She was obviously very happy.

”No madam, as a younger generation it is my duty to help those in need. You don't have to thank me.” The boy replied.

”You are not injured anywhere, right?” That old lady asked worriedly. ”If you are then let me take you to a hospital.”

”No madam, there's nothing for you to be worry about. I'm not injured anywhere.” The boy responded with a soft smile on his face.

”You are a good boy.”

”Your parents must be so proud of you.” The old lady looked at him with tenderness in her eyes.

”Okay, tell me your parents phone number. I'll officially call them to thank.” The old lady asked.

This boy had saved their lives by retrieving the bag from that mugger. She thought she should call his parents and thank them.

”No, no madam, you don't have to. It's alright. You don't have to.” After hearing her, a tinge of chill suddenly flashed down along his spines.

'She was going to call his parents. This could well become a big problem.'

'He was not going to let that happen. If his mother ever found out about this, a deadly storm will take form in his house that day.'

He knew that he was the most precious person to his mother. There will not be in any way that her mother would ever let this go. So he couldn't let this incident be known to her.

He waved his hands as goodbye to the old lady and turned right back. This was the only option he could think of at that moment. He sprinted towards the direction of his house.

”Eh!” That old lady was surprised to see him fleeing as fast as he could from her. A smile formed on her face as she waved right back towards him and mumbled in a faint voice.

”If there were more persons like him in this world, how great of a world this could be.”

She too walked towards the direction of her home with a smile on her face.

”Mom I'm home.” The boy shouted after entering his house.

He took off his shoes and changed in to a slipper he used to wear in his house. He put his bag which was lying on his shoulders, onto a table which was set in the hall.

His house was neither very big nor very small. It was just what a middle cla.s.s family could afford to have.

Inside the house, there was a medium sized hall which basically divided the house in two parts.

On one side of the hall there was his parent's bedroom, his bedroom, a small guest room which they always used as a store room and on the other side of the hall there was the lavatory and kitchen.

As far as he could remember he always felt this was his home. He heard from his parents that only after he was born, they bought this house. His whole childhood was spent in this house. His growth markings were also present on the walls of this hall.

He was nearing the 180cm mark already. He already grew another few centimetres from the last marking on that wall.

”Go change and wash up. I've been frying those onion pakoda that you like.” His mother replied from the kitchen.

She was in the kitchen frying the pakodas for him at this moment. Her hands were stuffed with the mixture of slashed onions and wet gram flour as she glanced at him.

After telling him to go wash up and change, she turned all her focus towards frying those pakodas.

She was a woman who was almost reaching her fifties. From her countenance you could say that she would've been a great beauty in her prime but at this moment of time, she looked like an aged beauty.

There were few creases on her forehead and below her eyes which started to get visible though, but her demeanour was still so elegant.

”Renu, the water has run dry in the bathroom. What should I do? I'm in the middle of my shower.”