Princess Endut
208. The Letter-Part3

The old woman screamed, lifted the baton and hit Mr. Walio hard making Mr. Walio quickly run while touching the back of her pain.

Mr. Walio stepped into the car while Wiwi seemed to smile doubtfully, well of course he felt guilty because of him Dadynya was hit by the old woman.

"Sir Walio! Scribbles!" pinta Weva was so impatient.

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The orphanage children were running around following the steps of Supri who stepped into the orphanage room.

The man in black uniform, the driver at the Burhan host's house, smiled. He placed a large bag of clothes on the table.

"Kids, this is the clothes of Miss Weva, the son of Mr. Burhan who likes to donate the money, you know," Supri explained, making the orphanage children nod.

Mr. Supri opened the pouch to make the children smile happily while whispering.

"Well, let's get one guy's clothes, yeah!"

"Yes sir."

"Ready, Mr. Supri."

"Thank you, sir."

The answer was heard as the orphanage children grabbed one by one the clothes in the bag and even they were seen fighting each other.

The fat girl, who was about 11 years old, was smiling. He held up the brown sweater that was on both hands. Clothes that seem to fit him well.

Weva stepped down from the car after it was stopped on the side of the road. Weva ran fast without inviting the two creatures who also ran back there.

Weva pushed the door open with a loud thump from the door surface to the wall surface.

Weva's breath was wheezing, his chest rising and falling regulating his breathing. From here he could see the bewildered faces of the orphanage children who looked silently staring at Weva who was still standing at the entrance.

Weva gulped his saliva. His eyes looked one by one at the clothes in the hands of the orphanage children.

Weva was familiar with that outfit, it was hers. Weva's eyes crept in all directions trying to find her sweater until her eye movements stopped when she saw the figure of a fat girl holding her sweater. The sweater, he finally found his sweater.

Weva ran over to the fat girl who was staring confusedly.

"Here's the sweater!" ask Weva to pull it right away.

"Who? But this, it's mine!" shouted the fat girl who turned to pull back her sweater.

"No! It's a Weva sweater!"

"But this has been donated."

"Yes, Weva knows but Weva needs this sweater!" the screams that don't want to lose.

"Wooy!" wiwi shouted making everyone in the room turn to look at the figure of Wiwi who was at the entrance.

"Wi! This is the sweater Weva was looking for. The letter's in here!" yells complaining.

Hearing that made Wiwi quickly run and pulled a sweater from the fat girl. Weva admitted that the strength of his best friend was very strong to make the sweater was successful regardless of the hand grip of the fat girl in the orphanage.

Weva crashed onto the floor surface along with Wiwi making the orphanage children laugh as if seeing this is a cuteness but, in contrast to Weva who immediately ran out of the orphanage. He was afraid if this sweater was taken back from him.

His breath was panting, his fingers were shaking Weva had grimaced he wanted to cry and scream when the sweater was in his arms, it took a lot of struggle to get this sweater.

His trembling hands moved into the pockets of the sweater, touching the bag until her fingers touched the surface of the paper, Weva closed her eyes with a long breath from her mouth that now gradually smiled.

Finally, he got the letter!

Weva's lips were trembling. His breath was stuck in his throat. Her fingers tightly hugged the pink letter with a hello kitty motif, draping it to her chest while closing her eyes.

He dropped the brown sweater onto the grass surface. His two eyes focused on the letter and chuckled. The man seemed to love hellokitty to the point that the letter was also decorated by the children's favorite funny characters.

Weva quickly opened the pink letter. One hand held the place of the letter while in one hand again took out the contents of the letter.

Weva took her foot one step forward as she unfolded the paper until something small fell from the letter into the green grass.

His eyeballs trembled withstanding the cries as he read the contents of the letter making both his legs limp. Weva's body collapsed onto the green grass with sobs that it was painful for her.

"Wevs!" shouted Wiwi who ran over.

"Lo why?"

His two eyes that had been blocked by tears looked up at Wiwi's figure. He got up while holding his best friend's hand.

"Wi! Scribbles! Weva should see Ken."

Wiwi. He pulled Weva's hand to help him get up. A minute later, they were in a car that was driving fast. On one side Wiwi occasionally looked confused at his best friend, I don't know what the contents of the letter were so that Weva never stopped crying with her face so very worried.

"Sir, sir!"

"Yes, miss Weva."

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"Hurry, Din!"

"Yes, sir."

Johan snorted an annoyed breath. He looked down at his son who was on his pale lap. Johan wishes this child was still alive.

"Sir! The ambulance is ahead!"

"Basically slow! What medical team is that who just came when we were halfway. We've been calling from earlier but it's new now."

"Give him a code that the patient they want to pick up is in this car!"

"Okay, sir, but are we stopping here?"

"Of course."

"But it will be stuck."

"Leave it, I don't care. It's a matter of life if my son dies do you want responsibility?"

His personal driver nodded. He stopped his car after honking and stopped the ambulance in the middle of the road, making other motorists stop the speed of his car.

"His patient is here!" yelled out Johan's driver.

The speeding car was now slowly swallowing making Weva who had been silent since then while stroking the surface of the letter raised her face.

"What's up, sir?"

"Macet, Non."

Weva looked at the car in front of him. Severe enough traffic.

"I think there was an accident, there was an ambulance."

"So what, dong? Wevs! If you're late, you won't see Ken again" said Wiwi from behind.

Weva thought for a moment. He can't let Ken go. He has to do something.

Without thinking long Weva quickly opened the car door and ran away leaving Wiwi who immediately pulled out half his body in the open car window.

"Wevs! Wait for me!" he also stepped down from the car and ran after Weva.

Wiwi stopped his running, his knees had been sore after running, his breathing had also been tight making his chest go up and down regulating his breathing.

Wiwi resuscitated her body to the pole on the pedestrian sidewalk until both eyes were trying to see the long traffic jam was stopped on the figure of Brilyan which was seen on the descent from a luxury car and in the lay it on the brangkar and the brangkar was led into the ambulance.

The ambulance drove fast making Wiwi's head move following in which direction the car was traveling.

Wiwi's forehead frowned confusedly. What happened to Brilyan.

"Brilyans? Brilyan's sick?"