
So you really have another woman besides you? "Yes already, it's okay. It's just that I won't lose even if my stepmother is evil. I'm sorry Sam, even if it's your mother, but I'll fight him if he does anything to me! I'm serious!"
I'm bending my gaze. My toes are more attractive than the others.
"I don't have a mother!" said Sam softly. "My mom is gone!" I looked at Samuel, confused.
"I was found by my father when I was nine. I was dying at that time. A stab wound by someone made me almost die. No one cared about me, even the father who caused me to be stabbed even went to escape. He was too afraid of being caught and dying in torture by loan sharks..." Sam paused for a moment, he took a deep breath and threw it away.
I feel guilty. Have I scratched the old wound?
"Sam sorry, don't keep going!" my door. Sam shakes.
"I don't mind if you're still listening." His eyes were sad, as if he was re-imagining the events of the past.
"My mom left a long time ago, somewhere. But it was when I was dying that I knew that mother had gone to end herself. Dad was a drunk and a gambler. A difficult life does not deter him. Keep looking for trouble with others. Borrowing money hoping to make more money. But in fact, no! Debts everywhere. We often do not even eat. Just compassion from people or neighbors, sometimes I work hard to be able to eat."
Geez, that was as hard as Sam's childhood!
"That night I was chasing people. I honestly panicked. Other than my father, there were no other relatives. I'm afraid anything happened to Dad. I followed him running. He was chased by some people, beaten. I ran from behind pulling the body of a man who was clearly bigger than me. They're all very strong. They hit me many times. I fought. Asking for mercy so they can let Dad go, let me be the one instead. I am willing to be their slave. Butno. They will not listen to my request. One of them pulled out a knife, I ran to push Dad, but I was the one who got hit!" Sam laughed, sounding sad. Poor Sam.
"Dad knows I'm hurt, but he chose to leave with a frightened face. After knowing they were misdirected, they just left. I'm ill. There are some people passing by, but they don't care about me. Just passing by, glancing at a glance."
"I got up trying to walk, until I wasn't strong anymore. In fact I collapsed somewhere until the light from a car stopped right in front of me. And when my consciousness began to disappear, I felt like I was in someone's arms. One of my bodyguards told me that my own father had carried me in the car and taken me to the hospital. Dad took care of me, monitored my condition for the better." Then Sam smiled at me.
"Sorry Sam. I made you sad, didn't I?" I'm really sorry.
"Dad took good care of me. I didn't even expect to be in school. Think of me as his own son, though obviously I was just taken off the streets. At that moment I promised myself. I'll devote my whole life to Surya's father."
"And when Dad said he wanted to protect you, I was allowed to leave. The only way to get close to you is to be a bodyguard. I can easily protect you."
"But how could Sam? I mean em.." I'm confused, "..that's..it can't be a coincidence, right? Dev is obviously selecting people under his auspices."
Sam laughed again. There seems to be a point I don't know.
"Obviously it's not easy if you think, but in our opinion...?" play a puzzle, huh?
"Do you have any backers?"
"Do you know where that term comes from?"
"Yes, if it's the mafia!" my spoken. Is my father really a Mafia?
"Yes, there are some fathers in the Devan family, exactly since you got in touch with him when Junior High." It's great!
Sam pointed at my forehead, and pressed firmly there.
"How dare you date when you were Junior High! You are a minor!" sam's face looked serious. He deliberately made his face become terrifying!
I clasped his hand. "It hurts!" I said in a spoiled tone while stroking my forehead.