Naria "The Sweet Miss of the Charlotte Family"
Girl without a voice

The resentment in the heart of Bhishma became more and more, as he was walking alone in the village the rain came to wet the earth. Look around to find shelter. Luckily there was a big tree that was very lush, not far from its place. Pursuing in the rain, Bhishma sped up the steps towards the tree. Apparently, not only Bhishma who ran there, there was a beautiful girl, carrying a cake in a basket also wanted to take shelter there.

Smiling, that was the first thing the girl despised, when their gaze met. Falling in love at first sight is true. In one pull the girl's smile Bhishma had fallen in love.

Judging from the appearance of the girl, it looked simple. It is very different from the appearance of Bhishma, which strongly describes the fashion of children's clothing of the city.

Although it was simple the appearance of the girl looked beautiful and graceful in her eyes.

Once rained, Bisma's shoulders looked a little wet. Spontaneously the girl brushed off the water that fell on the shoulder of Bhishma.

"Ah, thanks" he said. And the girl nodded in response to his words.

"What are you carrying?."

Looking straight ahead, the girl did not answer.

Emboldened, Bhishma touched her shoulder with her fingertips"Hey, what are you carrying?."

After seeing Bhishma, the girl opened her basket. There was warm bread in it. The aroma of wheat and the sweet aroma burst out as the basket was opened. In the drizzling rain, the belly of Bisma instantly feels drained. So he shouted, voicing a drum like the sound of a crowing chicken. Feeling ashamed, she immediately held her stomach.

Smiling at the clingy Bhishma, the girl gave one Bread to him.

Poking her hand closer, the girl offered it to Bhishma for the second time.

The weather is getting cold, it feels like enjoying delicious warm bread as well. Taking a seat on the piece of trunk under the tree, these two human children enjoyed a warm bun while staring at the rain.

"Enak" said Bisma gave a thumbs up.

The girl laughed again. Seeing that the bread in Bhishma's hand had run out, he gave another piece, but Bhishma refused.

Shaking his head, this girl forced. Honestly Bhishma still wanted that bread, it tasted good. It is not as soft as the bread in the shop Arin, but there is a special taste in the bread.

"How much?."

Looking at Bhishma's face, the girl shook her head.

"Free?."

This time he nodded.

At this point, Bhishma realized that the girl had never spoken. The girl lowered her head as Bhishma returned to enjoy the bread from her basket. Wanting to answer the conjecture in his heart, Bisma asked.

"Who's your name?" he asked when the girl did not look at him.

"Hey, what's your name?." Still, the girl did not answer Bhishma's question.

Back touching the girl's shoulder with her fingertips, until the girl turned back to look at her"What's your name?" he repeated the question.

Taking the cell phone out of the bag, on the hanger of his cell phone says a name"Azalia."

"Azalia" Bisma called the name.

The girl smiled with a nod.

"I'm sorry, can't you talk?" cupping both hands, Bhishma was afraid of offending the girl.

Instead of feeling offended, the girl nodded but with a smile.

"Since birth?."

Again, he nodded.

Bisma recalled, if someone who can not talk then his sense of hearing is also dull. She realized that was what made Azalia not respond to the question earlier, because she did not see the movement of her lips when talking.

Typing something on his phone, then showing it to Bisma"Who's your name?."

Put your hands on your chest"I'm Bisma."

Both of Azalia's eyebrows shot up. Rhythm with his thumb that also lifted up.

"Oh you mean my name is good?."

The girl rolled a finger across her face, then gave a thumbs up.

Bisma furrowed her brows, not understanding the meaning of the sign language.

Again, Azalia typed on her phone"Your name is good, it matches your handsome face."

According to the face with the palm, Bisma blushed in embarrassment. Bisma's wide smile made Azalia laugh as well. Akhs! this girl is beautiful when she laughs. Despite his shortcomings, Bhishma still feels attracted to him.

Back chatting through typing on a mobile phone, it is known that Azalia is a resident of this beautiful village. A beautiful place with beautiful residents. Initially regretting his arrival here, but after meeting with Azalia, Bisma was pleased.

The rain began to subside when someone came to Azalia. An old man with gray hair.

"Here you seem. Hearing aids are missing." She placed the device in Azalia's ear.

"Huh?" Azalia was vocal but was held inside.

With sign language, Azalia asked for Grandpa's arrival.

"Grandpa's dropping off your hearing aid."

"Oooo" said.

"Who are you?" the Brother turned his attention to Bhishma.

As I reached out my hand"I am Bhishma. We stayed at the Villa doctor Wenhan."

"Oh, that kind-hearted young doctor."

Bisma.

"I'm Grandpa Barack, the baker at the little tavern down the street" pointing at the footpath that turns left.

"Oh, I'll take my friends over there."

"Thank you. Your arrival is an honor for us" said the Grandfather.

With Grandpa Barack, Azalia was about to leave. It feels like something is lacking, Bisma ventured to pursue the steps of Grandpa and the grandson"Sorry if I'm presumptuous, may I ask for Azalia Kek's mobile number?."

The Grandfather looked at Azalia. The pair of beautiful eyes flickered, with a tightly sleepy mouth.

"Has the tool broken?. It's like he didn't respond to your voice."

Lekas Azalia shook her head. He spoke sign language to Grandpa, which meant that he did not want to exchange mobile numbers with Bhishma.

"Sorry, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be friends with you. He was once disappointed by a young man. Since then he did not want to hope and give hope to the opposite sex.

Azalia again moved her hand, to Bhishma she spoke sign language. Bhishma looked at Grandpa Barack, not understanding what Azalia was saying.

"He's afraid of falling in love with you. Because you're too handsome." The Grandfather laughed, and Azalia also laughed.

Bhishma was ashamed again. Aish!! this situation is reversed, should be the guy who seduces girls.

"What's Grandpa's second name?."

"Warm bakery" said Barack.

"If there are no obstacles, I'll come tonight with friends" Barack nodded with a smile.

Bhishma turned to Azalia"I want to be friends with you. I hope you give me your phone number tonight."

Azalia just smiled.

"Bisma, let's go back to the Villa" cried Fay and Ikbal.

The bisma waved to them.

"Grandfather, I'll go back to the villa first. Azalia, wait for me tonight."

Bisma's departure was accompanied by Azalia's smile. The girl waved to Bhishma, as their farewell greetings.

To be continued..

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