Fairy tale, after saying goodbye to the house to go home to go to the street walking alone. He began to walk towards the fairy tale. He grabbed his arms and pulled to himself. "Leave!" The fairy tale shouted, but his heart was hit as if it were going to come out.
At that moment, a man quickly jumped from their side, pushed the attacker hard, the man ran away from there and pulled Bartu Fairy Tale. "Are you ok?" Bartu, his voice is just anxious and sharp. The fairy tale still trembled and shook his head: "I'm fine…" "Come on, I'll take you to where he's going." The fairy tale only shook his head and still shocked. While sitting in the back seat, the Bartu started running the engine and set off. Silence had collapsed;
The fairy tale was still under the influence of the incident, trying to gather his breath. After a while, the fairy tale lightly said: "Thank you," he said, his voice was still shaky but sincere. Bartu silently shook his head, his eyes were on the road: "It doesn't matter that the important thing is to be good," he said. As the car moved quietly on the streets of the night, the fairy tale was still stretched, but he felt a little safe.
Masal was still trembling in the car. The silence had collapsed, only the slight buzz of the engine was heard. He tried to gather his breath for a while, but tension and fatigue outweigh; His eyes slowly closed as his head leaned back to the back. Bartu noticed him and shook his head quietly. He brought the car carefully and brought the fairy tale to his own house.
He opened the door, gently supported the fairy tale in his arms and carried it inside. He took him to the bedroom, the fairy tale was still asleep. Bartu laid him slightly on the bed, covered him and caressed his head slightly. The fairy tale was in peace, fatigue and fear. Bartu watched him for a while, then he quietly left the room, gently closed the door and wandered quietly in the house with the comfort of knowing that Masal was now safe.
The fairy tale opened his eyes slowly. At first, he was a bit blurry, the complex repercussions of the events were turning. He slowly straightened and opened his eyes big; It is a familiar bed but still a different environment. He examined him, a light morning light was floating in the corners of the room. "Where am I?" he murmured to himself. He stood up, wrapped the blanket on his shoulders and went down carefully.
He took his steps slowly. The smell of light butter and fresh bread from the kitchen came to his nose. Looking at the edge of the door, the fairy tale saw Bartu preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Bartu fry the bread in a pan, gently mixing the eggs. Bartu noticed him and turned around and smiled slightly: "Oh, you wake up. I'm preparing breakfast, come sit down," he said. The fairy tale shy, but relaxed, approached the kitchen.
The house was hot and the smell of breakfast was warming the soul of the human being. Bartu handed him a plate, and when they came to the eye, the complex emotions that night were replaced by a moment of silence. When the fairy tale stepped into the kitchen, Bartu was preparing breakfast. The pan was slightly sizzling, the smell of fresh bread was wandering in the house.
The fairy tale spoke in a shy but grateful way: "Thank you… For the last night. Really, you helped a lot," he said, staring at Bartu. Bartu shook his head, smiling. "It's not anything. Don't worry, are you okay?" The fairy tale shook his head, looking around, he started to examine the house more carefully. Everything looked regular, warm and calm. "I think… Is this your house?" he asked. "Yes, my house. I want you to feel comfortable," Bartu said. The fairy tale floated him for a moment and slowly felt safer.
Bartu handed him the breakfast plate: "Then sit down, have some breakfast, then we talk." He took the fairy tale plate and sat quietly. In a light morning silence, they began to get to know each other. Fairy tale asked questions, Bartu answered; They knew each other in a simple but sincere way.
The first acquaintance was slowly on the morning of that day, in the breakfast and a quiet home environment. After taking the fairy tale plate and eating a few bite, he smiled, stretching his hand towards the bartu, "The fairy tale," Bartu said holding his hand, "Bartu," he said, there was a different feeling in Bartu. The fairy tale shook his head slightly: "Bartu… I am pleased." Bartu pushed his plate towards him: "Now have breakfast" Fairy tale raised his eyebrows, grateful: "Thank you… Both breakfast and… For everything."
He finished the fairy tale plate and straightened slightly, then looked at your watch with anxiety: "Oh, I think I'm going to be late for work. Thank you for breakfast, you really helped." Bartu immediately responded: "Wait, I'll leave you. You don't have to go like this." The fairy tale hesitated a little: "So… I don't want… Don't be uncomfortable… Bartu smiled slightly:" I'm never disturbed fairy tale. " The fairy tale just looked at the bartua, then "So what do you do, where do you work?"
Bartu did not know what to answer to the fairy tale did not want Masal to know the dangers in his life and did not want to lose him while he had just found him. Bartu looked at the fairy tale and said, "I'm working in a company," the fairy tale shook his head and said, "I think I have to go or I'm really late." Together they left the house Bartu opened the door of the car, the fairy tale went into the car Bartu started the car and set off.
As the fairy tale looked out the window, it was still in mind that he met breakfast and Bartu that morning. He was thinking about that night and Bartu as he was moving towards work safely. The fairy tale smiled slightly before getting out of the car and said in a quiet but determined way: "Thank you… See you then." Bartu looking at him, his voice is calm but reassuring: "Yes, we will meet again. You can be sure of that." The fairy tale shook his head slightly and accelerated his steps and started walking towards the business.
Behind Bartu's car was quietly, but that morning's breakfast and Bartu's calm had left both confidence and light temperature in the Masal. Knowing that they would meet again had added peace and determination to his day.