Chapter 35: 35. Little Beings


    Writer’s POV:


    As the days flew by, Asahd got closer to Allison but even closer to Sa?da. After the birthday issue, their


    ‘friendship’ bond had grown stronger and they literally confided in each other without any hesitation.


    Who would’ve thought.


    On the other side too, things were positive. He actually started to grow deeper feelings for Allison which


    made the girl very happy. His heart wasn’tpletely hers yet and she knew it. But she also knew that


    things were getting more serious between them than they were at the start, giving her the courage to


    try harder and make Asahdpletely hers.


    ***


    Asahd’s POV:


    It was the weekend and the boys and I went strolling around town. I’d gotten closer to both of them and


    we even confided in one another, though I couldn’t tell them my secret. Who I really was. Other than


    that, they weren’t afraid of sharing their problems with me and telling me what they were going through.


    We supported and advised one another.


    Sometimes I would listen to their stories and realise that I’d been a spoiled brat all my life. Comining


    about what was more than enough and demanding much more. Whenever I heard their issues, I felt


    like punching myself in face. Both guys were nothing like me. They were humble, very friendly with


    everyone and satisfied with the little they had. The only things I actually had inmon with them was


    the fact that we were of the same age group and all took school seriously, though I’d already graduated


    from a professional college.


    “I go there every Saturday to go help the donators share food to the children,” Derrick exined.


    On weekends, he always went to the orphanage where he grew up to help the workers there with the


    kids. He’d been adopted by good people at the age of seven. He’d exined how he never had hopes


    of leaving that ce because most people that came would adopt the white kids. But one fortunate day,


    a couple came for him. Ironically, they were a white couple and they took perfectly care of him until he


    was fully grown.


    “Oh, you went today?” I asked.


    “In an hour’s time.”


    “C– can Ie and help too?” I asked, swallowing a little.


    “Sure, man!”


    “I’m in too,” Alex smiled.


    “Great. We always need a helping hand. Some kind store owners, nice people and donators bring


    some snacks, water, toys and little necessities for the kids. Some schools too donate their old but


    usable textbooks to the orphanage, for the children.”


    “That’s great.”


    “Yeah. If y’all want, we can go now,” he proposed and we agreed.


    ***


    My heart threatened to break into two when I saw the cute little kids and toddlers that had either been


    abandoned or had lost their parents, ying around. My heart ached so bad when I saw them.


    “Derrick!!” a little girl of about five, squealed happily and ran up to Derrick who lifted her up in his arms


    immediately.


    “Lucy!” heughed and yfully threw her in the air. Her happy giggles were the best sound ever. My


    eyes actually prickled,


    “How are you??”


    “I’m fine! I learnt how to spell more words today!” she squealed and I almost melted.


    “Really?? Who’s a good girl??”


    “Me!”


    Alex and I didn’t even realise how dumb we looked, smiling like idiots.


    “Who are these?” she asked shyly, covering her face with her little palms and referring to us.


    “My buddies.”


    “Are they nice?” she asked with a shy smile.


    “Of course. This is Alex, and that’s Asahd.”


    “Hello~” she chanted and I lost it.


    “Can I carry her?” I asked without thinking twice.


    “Sure,” Derrick chuckled and passed her to me. I carried her and she giggled happily, touching my hair.


    “Your hair looks like noodles!” sheughed and I chuckled at her cuteness.


    “Really? You like noodles, right?”


    “Uh huh!” she giggled, covering her eyes.


    “Well how about we be friends and give each other nicknames, what do you say?”


    “Oki!”


    “You’ll call me noodles and I’ll call you, giggles!” I tickled her a little and sheughed.


    “Okay, noodles!”


    “Hey Lucy, you like candy?” Alex asked her and she nodded happily,


    “Well, today is your lucky day!”


    He took out some sweets and gave them to her. She took them happily and leaned in to hug him. She


    was just the cutest!


    “Thank you! I’ll call you candy man!” she said and weughed. I put her down and she rushed along to


    go y.


    “Children are blessings,” I smiled. “How did she get here?” I asked Derrick.


    “Sad story. Her father was a gang leader and mother a cocaine addict. She died of an overdose in her


    apartment. Neighbors found two year old Lucy, hungry and crying for attention, her mother’s lifeless


    body not far away.”


    The sting in my chest.


    “Man, I’m ready to help here every Saturday with you,” Alex said.


    “Same here.” I added.


    “Great. Let’s go meet Mrs Jonson. She’s the owner of the orphanage. I’ll tell her about you.”


    “Alright,” we replied.


    --


    Mrs Jonson happily epted our help.


    We spent the entire day, ying with kids and helping the employees to take care of them. I just loved


    being with the kids. What irony. Some while ago I couldn’t stand kids because I found them too noisy


    and yful. This time it waspletely different. The moment I carried Lucy, yed ball with ten year


    old henry, fed little Sheldon who was only three years old, read stories to all the toddlers and tucked


    them in for a nap, everything changed. Every single thing changed.


    We finished helping when it was 7pm. It’d been a tiring day but I’d enjoyed it very much. I was sure to


    return every Saturday for as long as I was there.


    ***


    Writer’s POV:


    Back home, Djafar had been worried that Asahd had been out for hours and had not sent any text


    about his whereabouts like he usually did.


    “He is still quite stubborn. Why hasn’t he texted? I’m all worried over here," Djafarined.


    New York was still a big city and Asahd was still a Prince. He had to be careful of his whereabouts


    because if the wrong people discovered who he really was, who knew what they might do to him in


    exchange for money or so.


    “I’m sure he’s fine, father. He’ll be home soon,” Sa?da told her father, though she was very worried


    herself.


    About ten minutester, Asahd finally walked in through the apartment’s door.


    “Asahd, where were you?” Djafar immediately asked, worry in his tone.


    “Oh, I’m sorry!” Asahd gasped a little. “I’d been so busy today, I forgot to text or call, Djafar. Sorry.” he


    sat with them, pleading with Djafar.


    “You got me really worried.”


    “Us,” Sa?da corrected.


    “I’m sorry,” Asahd said to her.


    “What kept you so busy, as you say.”


    “I had a wonderful day,” he told them with a happy smile, remembering the cute children. “I was with


    the most beautiful and pure little people. It felt amazing. Honestly.”


    “What?” Father and daughter asked in confusion.


    “You know derrick right? Yeah. He helps to take care of the kids at the orphanage, every Saturday. We


    asked to go with him and we did. I saw beautiful children, Djafar! Little angels. We helped take care of


    them and...”


    While Asahd was happily carried away, exining his story, Djafar and his daughter stared at him like


    they were seeing an alien or something.


    “I yed with them until it was lunch. I helped feed the very young ones. It’s shocking to see such


    beautiful children who’ve been abandoned or made orphans from birth or so. They are such happy little


    beings you know. There’s this very funny little boy,” heughed out, remembering the kid in particr.


    “He made usugh throughout and...”


    Sa?da was now smiling and staring a Asahd in surprise. She was amused and pleased at how


    enthusiastic he was, speaking about the children. She looked at her surprised father who was now


    smiling too and had forgotten about his anger.


    -


    “So,” Asahd concluded. “I’ll be helping at the orphanage on Saturdays, if I have nothing else important


    to do that day.”


    “That’s amazing, Asahd,” Djafar said happily. “You have pics of the ce and kids?”


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    “Of course,” he gave his phone to Djafar who scrolled through the pictures.


    “Sometimes I’ll follow you,” Sa?da said to Asahd, putting a hand on his. “I’m so happy you are going to


    be doing that. They won’t mind if Ie, will they?


    “At all,” he smiled at her and she smiled back, loving the new person she had in front of her.


    They stared at each other, a little longer than usual, Asahd looking her straight in the eyes until she


    finally looked away, her cheeks growing pink. She went to her father to look at the pics with him.


    She looked up once and Asahd was still staring at her, a little smile on his lips. She blushed and smiled


    a little at him before nervously tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and staring at the phone


    again. He still watched her, and she knew it.


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