As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 28. Cleaning of shoes

Meanwhile, Mrs Caca has just arrived. He asked his personal driver to pull over on the side of the road.

"Roy, just stop here!" the Madam's orders.

"But Madam, the young master's campus is still ahead there," replied Roy still holding the wheel.

"It's okay, I want to get down here, let me walk the rest. You just wait in the car, if there's anything, I'll call you soon."

"Good Mistress!" obedient Roy.

Roy pulled the car over and let the big lady down.

Mrs Caca then opened the car door and walked to her son's campus. Tidying up her appearance, disguised as Mother PKK.

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Inside the campus.

Michael confronts Jelita, he takes over the wheelchair's handle and pushes himself toward the park.

And when they got there, Michael crouched down in front of Miss Mary. Looked at the face of a mother, whose son wanted her to drive him out of there.

Mary's mother looked at Michael, her eyes were teary and her heart asked, "This man is handsome and kind, but who is he?"

Michael regretted, making Jelita win hard due to his selfishness. She reached out to the hand of the Virgin Mary, intending to apologize.

"Mother Mary, I'm Michael" said Michael, then he saw Jelita's frightened face.

Michael looked back at Mother Mary, but someone came to deny him an apology.

"Mike, what are you doing here?" ask Floren who came while carrying two vanilla and strawberry flavored ice cream nozzles.

Michael and Jelita looked at Floren who was licking the ice cream casually and Jelita suddenly trembled. He didn't want to until Floren bullied him in front of Mom.

Jelita was as quick as lightning to escape with her mother, but as quickly as that Floren held her by the foot.

"Where are you going?" asked Floren staring cynically at Jelita.

"Sorry, I have to get back to work, Excuse me .." replied Jelita.

"Why so rushed? I just want to see your mother" Floren replied.

"Let her get back to work" Michael said immediately.

Michael then stood up and held Floren back from acting, letting Jelita go so that Floren would not disturb him.

But the opportunity was instead used to ensnare Michael.

"I won't bother Mike, but hold my hand and make me your girlfriend. Act friendly to Mike" whispered Floren in Michael's ear, then he smiled at Michael who was upset with him.

Michael let out a long sigh, then pulled Floren who was clamping down on the wheelchair with his right leg to escape.

The opportunity was also used by Jelita to escape.

"Well," Michael replied and at once Floren smiled.

"It's for you" Floren said, giving Michael his tongue-touched ice cream.

Michael stared in disdain, making Floren again threaten the man with the glare of his sharp eyes.

"Oh well Mike, I'm going to show you something" Floren said, bringing Michael back to his knees.

"Jelita wait!" floren shouted calling Jelita to stop.

Jelita suddenly stopped when she was called, but she did not dare to turn around. Then Floren walked quickly to Jelita and Michael immediately followed.

"Look, you'll know, too" Floren replied as he jerked his shoulder.

Now that Floren finally faced Jelita, he smiled faintly. Staring at Jelita who was downcast scared and agitated.

Jelita gulped her saliva rough, hoping that the beautiful schoolgirl would not do anything to herself in front of Mother. The sad thing that Floren always does every day, where Jelita is made unsettled by his behavior.

"Dark ... Have you ever had ice cream?" ask Floren.

"Not yet" replied Jelita.

Floren reached out her hand and gave Jelita ice cream right in front of her mother with a smile.

"Then take it, this is for you."

Jelita nodded faintly and complied, but when Jelita was about to welcome the ice cream Floren dropped it on purpose.

"Upss, down! Sorry Jelita, I didn't mean it."

The innocent ice cream fell everywhere and stained Floren's expensive shoes. Including sedal pinch and also Jelita's toes are nearby.

Jelita immediately crouched down to clean her legs, using a tisue that was in the wheelchair bag. That tisue he brought for his mother from home.

"Jelita, please clean my shoes, you are crouching" Floren asked casually.

Jelita paused for a moment and squeezed the tisue in her hand. He sighed with both eyes tightly closed. I try to be patient with that request.

Michael did not like to see it then pulled Floren to not continue his request, and asked Jelita to leave immediately and not obey Floren's excessive wishes.

"No need Jelita, she can clean her own shoes. Come on Floren now we have to get to class." Michael pulls Floren's hand forcefully to keep him away from Jelita.

But Jelita immediately stood up and approached Floren before he left. Jelita stood before Floren and said. "It's okay, let me clean it up." Jelita then crouched down and started cleaning Floren's shoes.

Floren smiled faintly, feeling himself in power and being a big head. But Michael looked annoyed and looked at Jelita full of confusion. Though he had managed to keep Floren away and help Jelita not to obey Floren's strange request. But why did the girl not understand as well.

In that mind, why was this girl so stupid, why would she be oppressed and treated like that by others.

***

A while later Jelita stood up because she had finished packing Floren's expensive shoes with her tissues.

"It's a good thing that you responded quickly, my shoes are very expensive, so thank you Jelita. Oiya with your status like that, I hope you won't be angry" Floren said, glancing at Michael.

Jelita gave a smile and looked at the mother who was waiting for her to come back, then she said to Floren. "I'm not angry ... I cleaned your shoes, not because of my low status. Except for you asking me for help."

"My mother once said, helping others does not make us inferior and despicable, for the slightest help is a noble deed."

Jelita looked down, saw Floren's shoes were clean and resumed his words.

"I don't know what your shoes cost, but they're no different than my worn-out flip-flops. Has a function and also used in the same place, which is both under, used on the feet and also equally trampled."

Jelita then looked at Floren. "I was the one who was wrong for not holding your gift properly, making the ice cream fall on your expensive shoes."

Jelita then threw the dirty tissue into the trash and turned to approach Mother who was looking at her proudly. Leaving the silent Floren and Michael with their mouths agape.

"Let's Mom, I'll take you to rest." Jelita again pushed the wheelchair while joking with her mother.

Then on the other side not far from the place, a woman was standing looking at the incident. She smiled, proud of her new foster child.

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Seriate.