Love Worth Fighting For

“Thank you, I...”

“Just take it.” Forced the woman while handing the bottle of mineral water in her hand into Zwetta’s lap. “You need a drink after your workout, don’t get dehydrated.”

Zwetta smiled at the bottle of mineral water which was now in her lap. “Thank you Madam.”

“I’m not that old, you don’t have to be too shy. Just call me Mrs Brownie, that’s the nickname people give me.”

“Mrs Brownie.” Zwetta repeated the words of the Asian-blooded woman who was sitting beside her with one eyebrow raised. “Like the name of the cake.”

“Indeed,” replied the old woman who asked to be called Mrs Brownie with a laugh that was so crisp. “A few years ago I owned a Brownies cake shop that has been my source of livelihood and customers who came to call me Brownie as a reminder that I am the owner of the Brownies shop.”

“Wow very interesting,” said Zwetta sincerely. “Your brownies must be so delicious that customers will name you after your cake.”

“That’s what people said back then,” said Mrs Brownie in a voice that sounded sad. “But now everything has changed, since the sabotage I lost everything and now I have to be willing to live in a nursing home which is not far from where I lived and worked before.”

.....

Zwetta’s face immediately changed, her heartbeat which had been slightly normal again was racing again. “Sabotage?”

“Yes, my residence as well as my place of business was burned down on purpose by a hotelier who wanted to expand his business. Incidentally at that time I was the only person who didn’t sell our small house to them and as everyone could guess, my house was finally fixed. fell on the hotelier after the fire burned down my residence without a trace,” said Mrs Brownie quietly, telling a sad story that happened to her several years ago.

As if she had experienced a similar incident, Zwetta suddenly burst into tears.

Mrs. Brownie, who had not realized that the girl she had just given a drink to, was crying again, continuing her words so smoothly that finally suddenly a young girl came over to them, realizing that someone was coming, Zwetta immediately wiped her tears that had started to flow.

“Forgive my grandmother, Miss. My grandmother must have disturbed you,” said the young girl regretfully. “My grandmother used to tell the terrible things that happened to her to the people she met in this park, I hope you are not disturbed by her.”

Zwetta shook her head. “No, I’m not bothered at all and you don’t need to apologize that Mrs Brownie didn’t do anything to harm her, she just shared a little bit of her life and that’s only natural for a woman of her age, isn’t it?”

The young girl who was the same age as Beatrice smiled broadly. “Thank you for understanding, Miss. You seem to be the only person who is not bothered by my grandmother’s story.”

“It’s OK.”

“Since it’s time to take my medicine, I’ll excuse myself, Miss. I don’t want the doctor to come back and make Grandma unable to leave the orphanage if we come back late.”

“You live in an orphanage?” Zwetta asked, surprised.

The girl nodded slowly. “Yes, I am one of the volunteers who work in the nursing home where granny Brownie lives. Since the fire that hit her residence, Granny Brownie has lived in a nursing home and since then she has been like this, looking for fun by telling her happy times when she was young. owns a cake shop that has now been turned into a hotel.”

“What hotel?” Zwetta asked subconsciously.

“You can see it for yourself, Miss. I’m not brave enough to mention the name of the hotel, I don’t want anything to do with the law. The law is really not on our side, poor people.”

Zwetta’s lips curved. “Okay, I won’t insist. I’ll find out for myself.”

The nursing girl at the nursing home nodded her head, the next second she then invited Mrs. Brownie to return to the orphanage. At first the old woman refused, she still wanted to be in the garden with Zwetta who had listened to her story well. However, after Zwetta joined in seducing her to want to return to the orphanage, the woman who was no longer young agreed to return to the nursing home.

“I’ll be visiting you soon, madam,” Zwetta promised gently. “After all my work is done, I will take the time to come to the orphanage.”

“Yes, yes. I look forward to seeing you, beautiful lady,” said Mrs Brownie excitedly.

Zwetta smiled. “Yes madam, anyway after I finish work I will immediately come visit you today.”

“Do you know where I live?”

“Yes, I’ve been told by Miss Eve,” answered Zwetta softly with a wide smile towards Eve who was hugging Mrs. Brownie to take her home to the orphanage.

Mrs Brownie nodded eagerly. “Thanks for that, I’m glad to hear that. I was hoping you’d come visit me with your baby, Miss.”

Zwetta’s face immediately went as pale as paper, the smile that had been growing on her face disappeared in an instant. “B..baby...”

“Yeah, don’t you have a baby, do you?”

“I’m not married, how can I have a baby, madam,” Zwetta stammered.

Noticing the emotional shift in her new friend, Eve tightened her arms around the old woman she was in charge of. “Grandma, Miss Zwetta is still single and she is not married. So how can she have a baby.”

“I can’t be wrong, Eve. I can sense that Zwetta...

“Grandma, let’s go to the orphanage. Looks like it’s time for Grandma to take medicine,” said the nurse girl softly, interrupting Mrs. Brownie who insisted that Zwetta already have children.