Chapter 102: Another Side of Kenn

Once again, he gave me his jacket to cover part of my body if I wanted to be escorted by him. Without much protest, I accepted it happily.

During the trip, we remained silent without a single word being spoken. The afternoon was very scorching. I could only tighten my embrace around Kenn’s waist and lower my face to protect myself from the burning sunlight.

It felt like it had been a very long time since I last inhaled the scent of his perfume. I had just realized that hugging Kenn could actually give an extraordinary sense of comfort and calm.

Upon arriving at the orphanage, I immediately took off the jacket and handed it back to Kenn. I followed his steps from behind.

As we entered the orphanage area, I saw so many people greeting Kenn, from the gardener to several of the orphanage staff.

If observed more closely, the atmosphere and scenery at the orphanage were no longer the same as the last time I came. Everything looked neater and more beautiful. Many new buildings had been constructed, the variety of flowering plants looked more diverse, and the children’s toys had increased in number.

Even more surprising, the orphanage area now looked much wider than before. I did not know whether it was just my feeling or if that was truly the case.

“That’s Kenn!”

“Kenn is here!”

“Hooray, Kenn is here!”

“I want to be carried!”

The voices of the orphanage children rang out one after another upon seeing Kenn’s presence. They ran and competed with each other to be the fastest. When the distance between them grew close, Kenn immediately lowered his standing position and welcomed all of their hugs.

“Thank you for the chocolate and toys you sent, Kenn,” said a sweet little girl wearing a red headband.

Chocolate and toys he sent? When did he send them? Hadn’t Kenn been with me all this time?

“Yes, the toy cars are really nice,” another child chimed in.

“I like the robot. It’s cool!” This time, a small boy with round eyes and a middle-part hairstyle joined in.

Kenn chuckled softly. “Yes, I’m also happy to see that you like my gifts.”

I was dumbfounded seeing the change in Kenn’s attitude when he met the orphanage children. He was truly different. So friendly and warm, the complete opposite of his attitude out there, which seemed indifferent, cold, and even rough.

I became confused. Which one was Kenn’s true character? Or did he really have a dual personality?

Because I did not understand the direction of their conversation, I could only play the role of a movie viewer who had missed the storyline for an hour. As a result, all I could do was put on a confused expression while watching their closeness.

“The chocolate is especially delicious!” A chubby child spoke up with his mouth still full of chocolate.

“Only food is on your mind.” Kenn laughed as he affectionately ruffled the child’s hair.

My mouth fell open in disbelief at witnessing this rare scene. A Kenn who could laugh so easily in front of other people.

“Now go back to playing,” Kenn continued.

They nodded in unison, then ran off, the cheerfulness clearly radiating from each of their faces.

Before my sense of astonishment and amazement had even faded, suddenly a small child, about three years old, tugged at the edge of Kenn’s jacket as he was still standing there watching the children who had just surrounded him leave.

Kenn immediately looked down.

“I like the doll too. There’s a prince and Princess Rapunzel as well,” said the tiny little girl in her still-lisping speech.

Kenn smiled in amusement at her. He instantly lifted the little girl who was holding the Rapunzel doll. “I’ll send more next time, okay?”

“Yes!”

Kenn and I spontaneously laughed upon hearing the little one’s enthusiastic answer as she clapped her hands happily.

“Thank you, Kenn. Earlier, someone claimed to be your envoy. He brought so many toys and chocolates for the children,” said the orphanage matron.

I still remembered clearly, she was Mrs. Eka, the founder of this orphanage.

Wait.

Kenn’s envoy? That means Kenn often visits this place?

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Eka. As long as they’re happy, that’s already worth it,” Kenn replied warmly.

He stepped closer and kissed the back of Mrs. Eka’s hand, then handed the little child back to her. I stepped forward as well and kissed the back of her hand.

“You must be Frel, right?” she asked after observing me.

“Yes, Mrs.” I smiled awkwardly. “Excuse me, may I meet Abel and Reno?”

“Of course, Frel. They ask about you every day. They always ask when their mother will come again.” Mrs. Eka looked at me sadly. “I beg you, do not refuse if they call you mother. Do not hurt their hearts, Abel and Reno are still too young. They really long for a mother figure in their lives.”

I could understand that. Even at my current age, to be honest, I still longed for a mother’s affection.

“All right, Mrs. I understand. May I meet them now?”

“Please do. Right now they are with a guest who is looking for them. You can just join them inside, Siti is there as well.”

I thought for a moment. Who could be looking for Abel and Reno? Their parents? Or perhaps a new family who would adopt them?

But it felt impossible. If that were true, Mrs. Eka would surely have told us from the beginning.

After saying goodbye, we walked toward the upper floor where Abel and Reno’s room was located. It turned out the decorative arrangement inside was still the same as the first time I came, except that the walls looked like they had just been repainted.

Actually, there was something else that made me curious. Among the many photos and writings lined up on the wall, there was one fairly large photo displayed on the right side of the wall. The photo showed Kenn together with all the children and staff of the orphanage. I really wanted to ask Kenn when the photo had been taken, but I had to hold back that desire because my shoulder was suddenly hit quite hard by a woman coming from the opposite direction.

“Sorry,” the woman said briefly.

I turned around, just wanting to respond and also find out who had just bumped into me. However, my words were stuck in my throat. I froze at the sight of the figure standing in front of me.

I rubbed my eyes repeatedly, then shook my head as if trying to bring myself back to reality. I even hit the side of my head. But the scene did not change.

“You....”

“Please forgive me, earlier I didn’t mean to.” I was still standing motionless without responding to her apology. “I was in a hurry. Sorry once again.”

I only realized it after the woman who had bumped into me disappeared from view, although I briefly saw her turn back several times to look at me.

I blinked, then my mouth gaped wide again.

“What? She’s here? In Indonesia?”

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