Chapter 76: You Again, Kenn

"Frel, has Kenn arrived yet?" Grandma asked anxiously.

"What's wrong, Grandma? Why did you immediately ask about Kenn as soon as you came in?" I asked in confusion while adjusting my sitting position on the bed.

"Well, Frel, Kenn—"

"Yes, what is it about him, Grandma?" I pressed. My curiosity began to rise.

"Calm down, Grandma, take a breath first," Alvin cut in while demonstrating how to inhale and exhale through his mouth.

Grandma followed him without the slightest objection.

"Take a deep breath, then exhale. Repeat it once more, Grandma. Very good."

Instantly, I grabbed the pillow beside me and threw it right at Alvin’s face. How dare he order my grandma around like that.

"Don't teach my grandma unnecessary things, Alvin!" I snapped sharply.

Ari and Dara snickered in unison at our behavior.

"Feel that! That’s why you shouldn’t pretend to be a yoga instructor," Ari teased while pointing at Alvin’s shocked-looking face.

"Please sit down first, Grandma, so you’ll be more comfortable when we talk later," Kevan offered as he was about to stand up from his chair, but Grandma immediately stopped him.

"No need, Kevan. Grandma will stay right here. Let your grandfather explain everything, Frel. I’m still tired." Grandma then turned to look at Grandpa. "My husband, please tell this child everything before she dies of curiosity," Grandma added while rubbing her forehead.

In the end, Grandma sat down, but she chose to rest on the sofa with Tomi, who had returned a few minutes earlier. Tomi remained silent, his gaze fixed on me without a single word.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Tomi? Is there something strange on my face?" I asked, but he only replied with a slight shake of his head without shifting his gaze.

To be honest, this hospital room was actually too luxurious for me. The room was very spacious, supported by various lavish facilities such as air conditioning, a bathroom with hot and cold water options, a refrigerator, a sofa, a wardrobe, and a large LED television.

But was it really Grandpa and Grandma who chose this VVIP-class room? Where did the money come from?

I did not intend to belittle our own economic condition, but this expense was certainly very fantastic.

Grandpa and Grandma had worked for Dara’s family for decades. Grandpa used to work as Dara’s father’s personal driver, while Grandma became the main cook in that household.

Dara’s family was very fond of Javanese cuisine, especially when Grandma prepared it. Every day, they always requested their respective favorite dishes. I had to admit, Grandma’s cooking was indeed extraordinarily delicious, especially her fried rice, which had always been my favorite.

Over the past two years, they decided to stop working. They chose to enjoy their old age while taking care of me and spending time together. Even so, to fill her spare time, every morning Grandma still managed to make several packed rice meals to be left at Mr. Mamat’s stall.

Grandma’s cooking was always the first to sell out without any leftovers. Customers there often deliberately waited just to taste her dishes.

"Grandma’s cooking really is the best. I often skip breakfast at home to buy it at Mr. Mamat’s stall," one of the stall’s customers said at that time.

Regardless of all that, Grandpa and Grandma’s savings were actually more than enough. It might sound surprising how a domestic assistant could receive allowances like a civil servant. The answer was simple: Dara’s family had considered us part of their own family.

Although it seemed impossible for a household worker to rise in status and become part of the family of one of the most successful entrepreneurs in this city, that was the reality. There were still kind-hearted people in this world.

Not only did Dara’s parents care about us, Dara and Rian did as well.

We grew up together. Since childhood, I had always accompanied Dara when she played. When their parents were not at home, Grandpa and Grandma took turns taking care of us, feeding us, bathing little Dara and me, and even playing toy cars together with Rian. We loved one another.

As I said before, we were not rich, but we were not too poor either.

Grandma would surely prefer to save our money rather than waste it on hospitalization costs that were certainly very expensive.

"So if Grandma isn’t the one paying for all this, then who is?" I asked myself.

I looked at Grandpa, who was sitting to my left. His gentle smile was comforting.

"I have two pieces of good news for you, dear. First, tomorrow you’re already allowed to go home. Second, this may be good news but also surprising. The hospital has just informed us that all of your administrative and treatment costs have been paid in full by Kenn."

Instantly, my eyes widened completely when I learned the truth.

Another truth was revealed.

You again, Kenn.

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