His words were solemn and sounded serious as if he was making a sincere promise to her. The girl was still childish, she looked up at him with her worn out depressed eyes and showed him her pinky finger, “Do you pinky promise?”
Ryan couldn’t help but get his straight lips curl up into a smile, he hooked his pinky finger with her before making his promise to her.
This was illogical, as a grown up boy he never believed on this childish rituals and pinky promises but seeing that this filled the girl with rays of hope and happiness he gladly put up with it. the tension between his furrowed eyebrows and the room started to ease out as the girl’s sound of chuckling resounded in the room.
Ryan got up and two boys left after saying goodbye to the little girl who even came down with Miss Lala to escort them out.
Inside the car Ryan had his eyes hooked on the girl until his car moved out making her disappear from his sight. Jack said, “She is a really good girl, isn’t she?” Ryan chose to stay mum and looked out of the window, even though this question was responded with a lack of reaction by the boy Jack could still say that his friend really liked this girl.
Without minding him he further said, “You shouldn’t have promised her; she seemed to value that pinky thing a lot. She will be really disappointed when she will realise you were lying to her.”
“Who was lying to whom?” Ryan finally spoke up and looked into his friend’s eyes. It didn’t take two seconds for Jack to realise what his friend was saying, his eyes flared open, “Are you serious?”
Ryan’s mind flashed with the events that happened hours ago- how she crashed onto him, how she apologized, how she talked and how she made him promise that he will be back. He only met her for a day and that too for a couple of hours and still the girl managed to strike a string in his young heart; she meant something to him that he himself had to figure.
He, of course, was gonna find her again and find answers to his own questions.
That evening Ryan had a long talk with his father seeking permission for him and Jack to go to the company. When asked that why he was all of a sudden interested in going there Ryan didn’t lie and honestly replied that he promised Catherine that he would come to meet her.
“I am a man, dad. And you taught me that men never go back on their word, especially words they make to a woman.”
Mr. Neguyen didn’t find anything suspicious about it, in fact he liked the fact that his son was making good relationships with the Silva’s. They would be meeting each other more in future and this was a good way of dwelling.
The Neguyen’s were one of the oldest Mafia clan in Spain and were thus the most influential. Their relationship with Silva was that of friendship and harmony; Master Neguyen and President Silva were friends and decided to corporate when they legally took over their family businesses.
Society worked on unspoken rules- the one with backers took the prize. Silva Inc, which stood mighty and influential in the city, was started from scrape 15 years ago. The man could only raise up to where he was today because he had the Neguyen’s backing him.
The Mafia stained his hands for the sake of company and in return was provided with partnership and a legitimate business identity. This was how this worked, the two families worked on a symbiotic relationship nurturing each other.
Of course, Ryan had no idea about all these serious issues; all he had in his mind was to meet his angel again.
When President Silva learnt about this new friend of hers from his daughter he was really elated. After the death of his wife he engaged himself in business to f. divert his mind but it was the little girl who suffered out of loneliness. He wasn’t blind and he was told million times by his employees that he should give her more time. It was not that he wanted to keep her away from him or be such a terrible father, he just had no enough time.
Knowing that his little priemc6 had finally found herself some company he arranged for the two boys to come over to his mansion to play with the girl.
The next day, a private chauffeur came to take the two boys home; Mr. Silva sure was a man of perfection as he sent his best car to escort the two boys. Ryan owned one of the wealthiest house in the city and compared to his the businessman’s house lacked but still it was descent and noteworthy.
When the car entered the gate Ryan scanned the whole house with his eyes before his eyes landed on two figures standing at the door. It was an old woman and a little figure holding a large bunny in her hands.
In her simple outfit of skirt and top, and her hairs tied into two pigtails the girl stood anticipating her friends arrival.
Ryan’s heart skipped several beat when he looked at her smiling face; it was only yesterday he saw her but he still missed her allure.
“Big brothers!” The girl came running and hugged his waist; one sight and anyone could say she was really happy to have them over. He knealt down and smiled at her. She cupped his cheeks with her small palm; her touch, mysteriously sent a wave of electricity down his body shoving him into a daze. No body else than her ever made him feel so! She said, “You kept your promise!”
“I would have came even if you didn’t make me promise.” Saying this he pulled out something from his pocket, it was big bar of milk chocolate that he had prepare for her.
The girl happily accepted it and started showing it to her nanny. Jack looked at the boy and asked, “When did you prepare that?” Ryan smiled and kept the secret to himself how he spent a long time on You Tube learning to make chocolate and how many batches of undone chocolate were dumped in his dustpan in the process of making this simple bar.
“Little Sister, big bro missed you so much.” Jack ruffled her hairs before the three went in.