Chapter 14 - 3.3 : Orphanage and the Wooden Doll
Al finally arrived at Indra’s home, located on the outskirts of the city. It was larger than a typical house, yet still felt humble. Parked in the front yard were a family car and a large fish truck, filled with the scent of the sea.
The compound was spacious. A mango tree, heavy with fruit, towered over a small chicken coop beside the kitchen.
Al walked up to the porch and knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
Shortly after, the door opened. A middle-aged woman wearing a floral house dress greeted him with a warm smile.
"Oh, Al! You came too..."
Al flashed his signature half-mischievous grin.
"Hello, Auntie... You’re looking younger every day. Soon people will mistake you for Indra’s sister."
The woman giggled softly and patted his shoulder like a fan meeting an idol.
"Oh, you sure know how to flatter. Come in, dear... I’ll make you breakfast—you probably haven’t eaten yet."
"Ah, Auntie, sorry to trouble you, hehe."
Al stepped inside. The house smelled of home-cooked food and polished wood—warm and inviting.