THE FORGOTTEN LOVE On The Train
FINAL SEASON: Owe One Life
The Welcome Final Season FORGOTTEN LOVE ON THE TRAIN.. Train shooting again, after the Director took a sabbatical because his health did not allow to think. Thanks to the prayers of readers from all over the country, this story will be back on the air.
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...BEGINNING...
Pedro cleared two of Sanchez's three Apartments, and missed one that was supposed to be rented that night. Sanchez forgot to say on what floor and what number the tenant would occupy. The phone rang and Pedro received the call.
"Hola?" Pedro greeted kindly.
"I was on the tenth floor in front of door number five" said a woman across her phone. Pedro rounded his eyes, he hurried out of an apartment room on the ninth floor, he ran towards the elevator after locking the apartment door.
Pedro cleared all three apartments belonging to Sanchez which were on the sixth, ninth and tenth floors. Pedro used to do it from the bottom floor and the top floor became the last floor he cleaned. Pedro was in the fog with panic, until he forgot to take off his barista apron.
Shitt's! Tio Sanchez did not say what number the tenant would be
"What does Tio Sanchez say at what number should you hire, Senora?" Pedro asked as he pressed the number on the elevator button, which was the tenth floor where the woman was waiting for him.
"Senora (Mrs)? You call me Senora?" said the woman across her phone.
"Tio Sanchez said that a mother and her daughter would occupy his apartment, shouldn't I call you, Senora?" pedro said turning the woman's words.
"Forget over. I rented it on the tenth floor. Is this apartment ready? Why are the Spanish so slow at work!" the woman said with a snort, Pedro opened his eyes to hear the sarcastic insinuations of the woman and Pedro concluded that the woman was not from Spain.
"So you're not from Spain, Senora?" ask Pedro
"I'm from Italy and stop calling me Senora and come quickly! How much longer do I have to wait! I'm so tired!" the woman began to be impatient.
"Ohh from Italy? So what should I call you? Does an Italian woman not want to admit her old self? Moreover, you have a child" said Pedro arrived on the tenth floor and he got out of the elevator and stepped towards apartment number five.
Strange woman.
"Because I don't deserve to be called Senora! You deserve to be called Senor (Master) because your voice looks so old. Are you the same age as Senor Sanchez?" ask the woman to make Pedro laugh.
Pedro kept his feet up and he saw from a distance a woman - in a thick coat, hair rolled and tied - holding his daughter in several large suitcases around her. Pedro looked at the woman from behind, in front of door number five, his long legs stepped furiously and got closer.
"Hahaha-from your posture and grooming you deserve to be called Senora, let's see how much-The woman turned towards the source of the voice that chuckled closer to her, Pedro tightened his cellphone grip, so that he could see how much, he was surprised by what he saw - how old you were.. Senora (Mrs).. Ehmm Senorita (Miss)" Pedro sizzled away and then rectified it with the twinkle of his eyeballs, staring at the woman without blinking.
Shitt!! He's very young.. And.. Beauitiful..
Their eyes clashed, clutching each other at the cell phones attached to their ears. Pedro's partly tied-up hair behind blocked the clear brown eyes that were so staring at the young woman with a lofty posture, his height even surpassing Pedro if the woman was wearing higheels shoes, he said, because the woman was wearing sports shoes, her height was comparable to Pedro, a posture that was not in general. The woman was wrong to see Pedro's gaze, he hurriedly turned his face and raised the body of his daughter who sagged in her sling.
Mio-Dio (astaga; Italy) this guy.. I thought he was an old man but.. Cih.. It's so short this guy..
"So you're Pedro? Or are you the son of Senor Pedro? Because Senor Sanchez said you were his friend. There's no way you're friends with an old man" she said, turning off her phone and keeping it in her coat pocket.
Pedro followed him, put his phone in his pocket and took the key in his pants pocket and opened the door and walked in while turning on the lights.
"I'm Pedro Fernandez and I'm young even though my voice sounds old, and again I don't have a child like you. Tio Sanchez was my father's best friend. I was his friend and it was true. I'm in charge of all the apartments he has" Pedro said, turning on all the lights but the woman was still standing in the doorway.
"Did all Spanish men not have sensitivities? Put all my suitcases in!" pinta woman made Pedro smile widely and walked back to the door.
"You're an impatient woman. How I put your suitcase in a dark room. You can also stumble because that's why I turned on the lights first, Senora!" pedro shook his head.
"Stop calling me Senora" said the woman again and Pedro did not care.
Pedro went back to the door and loaded the woman's suitcase one by one. The woman stepped in and spread her eyes she clucked ready to tweet because the apartment was not ready to use. A lot of dust and the curtains are so shabby that they have not been replaced with clean curtains.
"Apartment like this? It's all dirty! Ckk, where's the dust! Barcelona-What is the beauty of this city? Not at all impressive" complained the woman made Pedro's ears sting but he held it in, his eyes fixed on the little girl who was held by the woman.
"I'll take care of it in 30 minutes. Ah old man - Tio Sanchez didn't say what floor you wanted to rent, so I cleaned up the apartments on the sixth and ninth floors first" Pedro said, closing the door after putting all the suitcases in.
"It's none of my business! Show me the room and get this room done!" pinta the woman in a tinge. Pedro observed every inch of the woman's body and her movements, occasionally the woman kissed her daughter who was asleep in her carrier.
It's similar.. Her daughter is so beautiful.. Why she wasn't wearing her wedding ring.. Pedro's heart in his heart.
"Vamos, follow me- There are two large rooms in this Apartment. The 10th floor was a beautiful view" Pedro opened the door to the room, which was fully furnished, and Pedro turned on the lights.
The apartment is quite spacious and has many facilities that are intended for the upper middle class. The woman's taste is quite high and certainly not an arbitrary woman when viewed from some brand attached to her body, thought Pedro.
"Please!" pedro said.
"Please? You think I want to wear this bed sheet? Take my blue suitcase. And grab a set of bed linen over there. I brought it myself. I'm not used to using a mustache bed sheet like this!" Pedro grinned, as he passed and picked up the suitcase in question.
"Take all my suitcases into the room!" he added the woman to make her daughter squirm.
"Shhh.. Sleep Mia Angela (my wife: Italy)" whispered the woman, patting the little girl on the back and shaking her. He smiled looking at his daughter's face and then he kissed her on the forehead. Pedro was amazed to see the smile, but he hurriedly brushed aside his admiration when he re-entered the room with two suitcases in both hands.
Actually this stone woman is beautiful when smiling.. She's very motherly.. Lucky for the man who married her.. Ah, what am I thinking.. Focus on Pedro's work, or this woman will trouble you. Pedro's inner admiration then cheered himself on.
"This one?" pedro asked to pull out the suitcase that the woman was referring to.
"Yes - Are your hands clean? Wash your hands before touching my suitcase. I don't want any germs from Barcelona that can make me and my daughter affected by skin diseases" she said cynically.
He hated Barcelona. Why did he come to Barcelona ? Ckk, forget.. None of my business. Inner Pedro again.
Pedro held himself back quite well considering that there was a little child like an angel falling asleep. He shook his head and went to the bathroom sink and washed his hands. After he finished he went back to the haughty woman who was standing by the suitcase.
Very obedient to this man.. No, that's his job.. He could be my errand boy. The woman's mind with a faint smile. He also observed Pedro's movements silently - silently.
Pedro crouched down and opened the suitcase, his eyes round as he looked at the contents of the suitcase, several piles of underwear and br*a filled some of the suitcase along with towels and some bed linen that were in the lowest pile.
"Are you sure?" pedro shook his head again and stared intently at the woman while slipping her hairline behind her ear as it covered her forehead. The woman's face flushed red, she was embarrassed Pedro had seen the contents of her suitcase. Then the woman flapped the cover of the suitcase with her legs shut and Pedro suddenly stood up in annoyance.
"Ckk! Comehere! Carry my daughter!- Don't say you've only seen her for the first time!" the woman's voice was slow but full of emphasis, she was afraid to wake her little daughter. Among his annoyances Pedro was not ready to accept the little girl who was passed to him without a warning.
"Of course not! I've even looked at and explored the contents!" said Pedro whispered back and the woman glared as she snorted.
Pedro received the small body and then he carried it. The warm little body was attached to her with her head leaning against her chest. Of course, the way to carry is no longer awkward, because Pedro is used to holding Train and some of his nephews.
There was a strange feeling running through Pedro's heart, he stared at the tiny face of an angel who put aside the vexation of the tall woman who was so haughty to him. The long, light brown hair gleamed over the little girl's face and Pedro put it away gently.
"You're not a pedophile, are you?" the woman asked, taking off her coat and shoes, and the woman took a set of bed linen in her suitcase.
"Be careful with your Spanish man Senora" replied Pedro without turning his head.
"Don't call me
"Then I have to call you what" Pedro cut off as fast as lightning, slow but stressed. The woman did not answer and only sounded snorting. Pedro looked at the little girl's face, making sure her voice didn't wake her up.
Pedro fell silent and again amazed to see the coat hide the slim body like an international model, small waisted, long legged and large chested. Pedro turned his gaze away for a moment and arranged his violent thump that was stirred up watching the scene.
"Papa... Papa" hiss the boy surprised Pedro, his father's soul naturally tightened his sling and shook him. The woman smiled sinisterly as she unpacked the bed sheet and replaced it with her bed sheet.
Seeing the beauty and funny face of the boy, Pedro slowly swung his sling while humming softly, Pedro, a lullabies song that he always sang to his nephew even some Father in Spain always sang the song to his daughter.
🎶ohh hermosas flores florecen para siempre. papi no te hara marchitar.. tus petalos son fragantes y permanentasin para siempre🎶 (ohh flowers - beautiful flowers bloom forever. Daddy will not make you wither.. your petals are fragrant and will stay that way forever)
This guy can too.. A father's instincts are attached to him, even though his appearance is sloppy and like a child.. Cihh, the sound is not bad. The woman's mind in her silent heart - silently admiring Pedro.
"Bring my daughter here and quickly clean up this dirty bed sheet and then clean this whole apartment lest anyone be missed" said the woman again ketus.
"Si" said Pedro as he walked towards the bed and put the little girl on it slowly - land. But when Pedro wanted to pull his hand over the head of the little girl, Pedro again surprised because the little girl actually wrapped both hands around Pedro's neck.
"Pappa.. Huu.. Pappas.. Miu want Pappa" whining the boy makes Pedro not bear. The woman climbed into the bed and broke her two hands so that Pedro would be free from his entanglement. Pedro stood up and grabbed the bed linen on the floor he was going to bring home to wash.
"Shm.. Sleep Mia Angela (my nose; Italy) We have arrived and tomorrow we look for Pappa" whispered the woman as she hugged her daughter and stroked the tiny face. But the little girl opened her eyes and spread her eyes. He sat up and yawned and rubbed his eyes. His gaze was fixed on Pedro who was folding bed linen with a smile full of warmth towards him.
Looking Pappa? From her language like her husband just disappeared.. Cihh, such a woman could be left behind.. Ckk, what am I thinking.
"You who?" the tiny, melodious voice made Pedro smile more widely.
"I? I'm just the manager of this apartment" Pedro replied, tilting his head to stare at the shade of grayish blue eyeballs and those eyes reminded him of his favorite nephew, the Blue Train. Pedro still grabbed one pillowcase after another and bolsters scattered on the floor because of the woman's actions.
"Mia Angela go to sleep" said the woman following Miu sitting down and grabbing her daughter's body but the child brushed her hand away.
"No Mamma, Miu want Pappa. We're in Barcelona. We're looking for Pappa" said the little girl who calls herself Miu.
"Night is still long, Mia Cara (my dear; Italy). We look for Pappa tomorrow - the woman stroked his daughter's hair and then kissed her temple and then threw her cynical look at Pedro --Are you going to be silent? Quickly clean this apartment and leave!" said the woman again - again with care.
"Alright, I'll clean up the other room - Um, Buona notte (good night; Italy), Miu.. Your name is Miu, right ?" ask Pedro with a smile.
"Si (iya; Italy), my name is Ellara Miuccia--Pappaku who gave the name-then what is your name, Zio (uncle; Italy)?" asked Miu while yawning and scratching her scratching head.
"Zio (uncle) in Italy, Tio (uncle) in Spain-Ehm, you can call me Tio Pedro, my name is Pedro Fernandez" said Pedro passed out of the room, he still spread his smile to the little girl, he did not glance at his mother who continued to stare sharply at him with a cynical look.
Ellara Miuccia's.. The name is no stranger to my ears.. Ckk, forget. Pedro's mind rushed towards the kitchen room and began to clean up part by part of that space.
Eight years passed, of course the name that was on Pedro's mind, eroded by time. The name was once inscribed on a photograph of a tiny baby, which Pedro accidentally discovered eight years ago in the Leyka Apartment when Train was a baby.
"Mamma, Miu's hungry.. Can Miu eat again? Miu's stomach, continues to sound-He does not want to be silent Mamma" the tiny voice again sounded faint-splitting among the noise of the vacuum cleaner who helped lighten her work. He turned off the vacuum cleaner machine when he heard footsteps approaching him.
"Is there a restaurant near here?" the woman asked, closing the door to her daughter's room.
"I'll be back, I'll make you food for your daughter" Pedro said as he rolled up the cable on the vacuum cleaner.
"Can you make children's food according to the calories?" Pedro smiled faintly at the question. Pedro remembered Leyka when it came to food for Train, weighing and measuring how many calories from food intake and how many nutrients in the food.
"Trust me, I have a noble cousin who is very strict in feeding his Son. I'm used to making it" said Pedro while putting the vacuum cleaner back into the cupboard that is located not far from the kitchen.
"Hahaha-cousin noble? Then how did you end up wearing a barista apron and keeping Senor Sanchez's apartment?" taunting the woman with a cross
"What problem? My cousin owns a Double P store. Sometimes he takes care of the store, cleans the table, washes dirty dishes. There's nothing wrong with that, but she's a Crown Princess" Pedro said, shaking his head. The woman furrowed her brows, her heart suddenly thumping at a key word, Crown Princess.
"A Crown Princess? What's name?" ask the woman with curiosity.
Don't say.. That she was Leyka--
"Leyka Paquito Gallardiev-My cousin, made headlines not long ago" Pedro said as he grabbed a plastic bag containing dirty bed linen and curtains that were considered shabby by the woman.
Shitt!! His cousin.. No. gabe.. This man can't know who I am.. Not time.. And this is a coincidence.. Gallardiev, you are my destiny with Miu.. You must fulfill your promise to our daughter.. Ellara Miuccia's..
"Wait-Way the woman walked up to Pedro and stopped her steps that had reached the exit threshold - So the Crown Princess in question was the one broadcast on television?" asked the woman to clench her hand.
"Right" answered Pedro briefly.
"Restoring food calories means your cousin has had-a
"Si-A son who was born eight years ago and that's the son of a man from Italy who is on television. You're not paparazzi, are you?" cut Pedro while staring at the woman. The woman was shocked to hear it.
"Of course not! Cih, you stink so fast get out of the way! And bring me food and my daughter!" the woman's orders held a rumble in her chest.
"Very stinky? Hum-I'm still fragrant despite sweating. But don't Italian women like the smell of sweat mixed with perfume?" Pedro sniffed by pulling the collar of his shirt and then smiled charmingly towards the woman who always sniffed at him.
"I'm not the Italian woman you mean!" he said it's still ketus.
"Well I'll go back - I forgot to ask you what your name is Senorita (Miss)" Pedro said with a smile.
Shitt's.. Pedro can't know my name.. Leyka mustn't have realized Miu's whereabouts, before I met Gallardiev
"Pall-Call me Pall...Just Pall" said the woman hurriedly closing the door. The woman ran into the kitchen and burst into tears. She did not want her daughter to know she was crying and sad. Disappointment and pain in his heart so sharply crept up, as he accepted the fact that the man who pursued him to Barcelona had already had a child.
It's disconcerting.. You have kids? Why don't you ever tell me that, Diev? Don't don't you just found out, too? Why don't you publicize your son and just have that ridiculous wedding? No. gabe.. This is not fair to Miu.. Our daughter will be very disappointed if she finds out.. Miu's.. No. gabe.. You have to keep your promise, Diev.. You owe me one life and that's your own.. It's worth changing your phone number and you always use Jared's or Torres's phone to call Miu.. You're evil Diev.. Ohh Shitt's.. Is there a story that has been missed.. Why my heart hurts so much.. Rebecca Pallazo, do you remember that name, Leyka Paquito? Si--you'll remember in a minute, Leyka.. Justjust look..
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IM BACK YES BOSQYU.. Kangen gilaakk. if there is typo maklumin. This chapter I will fix because I am still recovering..
Prepare the ammunition.coffee and vote for Train heading towards the end of the season. Thank you bosqyu.. 😘😘
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