CHAPTER- 2. Abandoned Part 2

"Aaaahhhh" I screamed as I dropped the hot water cattle in a hurry to make ramen for the little creature…

Just a few minutes ago I was sleeping happily in my bed… then this person popped out of nowhere in my life and now I have to make breakfast for him… why was God so unfair to me?

A few minutes ago…

"You can call me brother(oppa)… Brother Noah"

I looked at him dumbfounded… "What?... did you not look at yourself before saying that? You are younger than me and you want me to call you oppa! If you don't know then let me tell you… Oppa is for older boys… not for you at least… now you understand?"

It looks like he didn't know about it… I'll be the bigger person and tell him…

"Oh… so you cannot call me oppa… hmm… then you can just call me Noah… is that okay with you Da-eun?" He said as he thought about it seriously and looked at me, waiting for my response…

I facepalmed myself and said… "Wait… you should not call older girls by their names… you should call me Da-eun Noona… okay…"

He nodded his head and for the first time he looked like an obedient child and said "Alright… Noona… is that okay now?... if this is over, can we talk about the more important thing?"

I smiled and said "Yeah, it's alright now… and I was also getting to the more important thing… so, now I know that your name is Noah… but then, I still don't know who you are? And why'd you live here from now on?"

He looked at me and sighed "Huh… Well, this was not the important thing I was talking about but that's okay… so, I am technically your younger brother… I am the biological son of your foster father… and he sent me here to live with you for the time being… Now you know…"

I blinked as I looked at him and tried to process in my mind, what he just said to me… 'so dad was safe… thank God, I was worried for a whole half month…' I let out a sigh of relief…

Dad and grandpa was the only one that cared for me in this world… when I was a nine-year-old little girl, who was living in an orphanage for the past five months… My parents died in a plane crash… and left me alone in this world… I was staying at a grandma's house who lived near our old house…

I was waiting for my parents to return that day… but what came was not them but two caskets… I was too shocked to even cry when I saw their bodies laying lifeless in that small space… my mother was claustrophobic, she never liked small spaces, guess it was not an issue for her now… I couldn't even recognize if they were really my parents… maybe that's why I couldn't cry… so I started to wait for them to return back to me…

The officer that was handling my case told me that my parents left me the house and some money in the bank, which I can take back when I turn eighteen…

As days went by it downed onto me that they were not going to come back… it was the truth of my life… I was left alone in this world… and was going to live in an orphanage… After some necessary procedures, the officer sent me to the orphanage…

The first day when I went there to stay, I cried for the first time after my parents died… and after a few months a man came to take me to his house in S country… he told me that I was going to live with him from that day on and I should call him dad… For the past few years, I'd been living with him and grandpa…

After a few minutes of silence and thinking about what he said to me I finally spoke "So, you said that you are my 'brother' and dad sent you here to live with me… then, can you tell me where's dad? I mean, he hasn't returned for half a month and hasn't even called me once… I was worried but now that he sent you here, he must be fine…"

Noah looked at me with his not so childlike but deep eyes and said "You don't have to worry; he is doing fine wherever he is… you just need to think about what you're gone make me for breakfast… because I am starving and I can even eat you anytime now… so be quick if you don't want to be eaten by me…"

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes… "You are so small, how are you going to eat me? You should speak nicely now that you are going to stay here… and let me be very clear, I don't know how to cook many things… so whatever I make and however it tastes, you have to eat it without any complains… is that clear to you?"

He looked at me and narrowed his eyes as if scolding me in his mind… "Alright… but you'll have to learn eventually as I'll be staying here for a good-few-months at least… so it's better for you to get started… now go and make me breakfast… I'm going to wash my hands… tell me where's the bathroom?"

"Go upstairs… there's a room at the innermost corner of the right side of the corridor, it has attached bathroom… if you don't like it then you can change the room…" I smiled mischievously in my head as I told him about the room that was quite far away from my room and was the smallest…

As if he could read my thoughts, he said "Oh… why do I feel that you are trying to throw me to the smallest room here? Where's your room?"

I said as I defended myself "It's not like that at all, my room is on the second floor, the second room on the left side… why do you ask?"

He nodded his head in satisfaction, picked up his things and climbed up to stairs all the way to the second floor and was about to enter my room when I said hastily "Hey… what do you think you are doing? That's my room…"

He said as he slightly turned around and looked at me with a devilishly beautiful smile "It was… now it's mine"

After saying that, he entered the room and closed the door… leaving me feeling frustrated at his actions…

Back to the present time….

"Sh*t…" I looked at my foot that was scalded because of the hot water and went to fetch ice when I felt something cold touching at my feet…

I looked down and saw a small human body holding an ice pack over the area where it was scalded…