Semua Bab The Dog Whose Leg Could Not Be Bent (Love Beyond Flaws): Bab 41 - Bab 50

Polly hid behind the bushes right when the human he was waiting for was passing by.“I can’t believe you did that!” Dory said placing her left wing on her forehead.Polly spoke from where he was hiding. “What?”“Oh, come on out here. You just blew your chance to be noticed.”“I’m too scared. I haven’t recovered from what happened to Saucy. I don’t think I can take another heartbreak.”“You are just going to see if she will notice you! And if what those three dogs have told me were true, then I don’t think you will have your heart broken.”“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you can talk with those three big dogs. It’s just not possible.”“Okay, watch me.” Dory flew first to the branch of a narra tree in front of the crates.The teacher, Poll

“So I am not dead! That’s one cause for a celebration.“And my human finally noticed me!”“Your human? I don’t think that’s right!” it was the white dog with brown patches that spoke, the leader of the three, the one that stayed in the middle crate.“Yeah, it’s premature for you to say that!” agreed the black one.Polly was about to say something when he felt his legs depart from the ground. When he looked behind him, he saw that his human was carrying him with her bare hands. He could feel all ten fingers, her palm supporting his whole body.He had never experienced being held like that by a human. He was so high from the ground. If he fell, he could really break more bones. But he looked at her face. She did not look like she was about to do that.She then held Polly with just one hand and opened the crates of the three larg

“I can’t understand why Terry has to get another dog. There’s so many of us already!” Tagpi posed the question while the three of them were in their crates during school hours.Since there were only three crates, Polly had to join Popo in his. He was the only one nice enough to share the space with him.Polly pretended to be asleep. He wanted to find out what these dogs think about him.“We should get used to it. That’s how Terry is.” Bantay replied.“Popo, I can’t believe you are taking another responsibility. Remember the time you got separated with Cattlily? I knew how difficult that time was for you. It was hard to start a friendship with someone and then having it abruptly end.” Tagpi said.“What are you implying? That I should get mad at Terry for taking Cattlily away?” Popo whispered. He did not want to wake Polly up.

It was tiring, hopping from one situation to another. Polly missed the certainty his mother and brothers once brought to his life. Since being left alone, everything had been nothing less than a roller coaster.“Polly! Polly!”The sound made him freeze. It was faint, almost a whisper. Polly looked around but saw no one.“Polly! Polly!” the voices came again.He stood up inside the closed crate, ears alert. Tagpi and Bantay flicked their ears but ignored it. Popo, too, seemed unfazed.“Over here, Polly!”Slowly, two heads appeared from the side of the gate.“Martin? Bruno?… Am I dreaming?”The two dogs did not answer. Without a word, they walked away.“Who’s Martin? Who’s Bruno?” Popo asked.Polly sat down heavily. “They’re my friends. Before I came here, I used to be with them in a pack.”“What are they here for? Honestly, I don’t think it’s a good idea if they join us here. We already have our hierarchy. Terry won’t be able to handle a power struggle.”“Power struggle?” Polly tilted h

The morning air was crisp, and sunlight poured into the yard, painting the kennels gold. Terry’s footsteps echoed on the concrete as she carried bowls of food. The dogs stirred to life. Bantay barked once, Tagpi’s tail thumped, and Popo pushed his nose eagerly through the bars. Patsy leapt gracefully from the porch railing and landed near her feet, meowing as if he owned the place.Polly stayed in the back of his crate, quiet, his eyes fixed on her. He had learned to wait—always last, always careful. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushing his way forward. Still, when Terry’s eyes met his, his chest tightened.She knelt, slipping bowls inside the kennels. “Good boys,” she murmured, stroking each head in turn. When she reached Popo, she bent lower, pressing her cheek against his fur. Popo wagged his tail proudly. Bantay barked, Tagpi licked her hand, Patsy rubbed against her leg.Then her gaze drifted to Polly.“Polly,” she said softly, as if testing the name again.He lowered his h