I accidentally married a "CEO"

Ethan has no choice but to turn around and go home looking like a lost puppy. He decided to walk around the city to clear his mind; maybe some fresh air could ease his pain.     

As he was walking around the boulevard, he started feeling much better. He sat down at one of the benches and watched people around. Street vendors selling barbecues on the stick, 'It sure smells good,' He thought while rubbing his stomach.     

Ethan got up and walked toward the vendor that was selling the delicious smelling barbeque on the stick. He checks out the BBQ first to see if it's as appealing as the smell. "Hmmm! It looks tasty." He mumbles to himself.     

He has never eaten street food from Asia before. This will be an experience for Ethan. "Excuse me! I want to buy a couple of sticks, please! " He told the vendor who's busy telling a couple of children standing by to move and shoo-ing them away at the same time.     

Ethan was shocked at how the vendor was treating the young children. They are no more than eight years old from their built and looks. He couldn't understand the attitude of the vendor towards them. Ethan walked toward the two children and lowered himself to their height level by squatting down.     

"Are you guys hungry? Do you want some BBQ?" He asks, looking at them sorrowfully.     

The two children backed up a little and stared straight into his face before answering. "What if we are? Are you going to buy us food?- Right!" The child does not trust him.     

"Let's say I am. Do you want to join me? How about this? I had just ordered some, and it will be ready in a couple of minutes. Come, come sit with me." Ethan coaxes the two kids to follow his lead to a table and chair nearby.     

At first, the two were hesitant, but their hunger was much more than their fear. In the end, the two followed Ethan like a little lamb with a smile on their faces at the thought of being able to eat BBQ on the stick.     

"Vendor! give me all you have that's already cooked." Ethan yells at the man.     

The vendor looks at Ethan, eyeing him up and down, unsure if he should comply with his request. 'Hmmm! The man looks like he can afford it. It shouldn't be a problem getting paid.'     

"He looks like one of those celebrities. If nothing else, he could be Gigolo, and as good looking like him, I'm sure he makes tons of money.' Still contemplating, but I don't want to offend Ethan.     

"Sir, I'm sorry! But if you want to order all the cooked ones now, I can only request payment first if that's possible." The vendor informs Ethan, afraid of offending him.     

Ethan looks at the vendor straight face void of any emotion. "How much?" Without butting and eye.     

The vendor mentioned an amount that for ordinary people in the Country might be a little too much. But for Ethan, that would not even put a dent in his pocket.     

He pulled out a wad of cash and handed the vendor the amount he mentioned. No more, no less.     

In America, he would generally leave a large tip, but due to his attitude and lousy customer service. Ethan paid him only what's required and what he deserved.     

The two children were already seated at the nearby chair, waiting for the BBQ stick. From the smell alone, they were already salivating. To be able to eat this costly BBQ stick, they feel like they died and went to heaven.     

"Bro! don't you think we should take it home with us?" The younger one asks his Bro.     

"We can, but if we take the BBQ home...it would not be enough to share with everyone else." The older one replied.     

"But, bro, if we eat it here, would you be able to swallow it knowing the others at home might be hungry as well?"     

The older one thought about it, and as the oldest, he made the decision. "How about we would only eat half of the BBQ from one of the sticks. The remaining will take it back with us to share with everyone." He happily informs the younger one with a sweet smile on his face.     

Ethan heard every bit of their conversation, and it's tearing his heart apart from every word that came out of the two young kids' mouths. 'What kind of life do they have? "     

Ethan decided to investigate the two and see what he can do to help them and their family. It's Christmas; he needed to make it feel like that at their home.     

Ethan took one of the chairs and sat with the two boys. " What's your name?" He asks the one that looks to be the youngest.     

" My name is Bentong, and I'm six years old!" He proudly replied.     

"How about you?" He asks the other one with a friendly smile plastered on his face.     

The older seized him up first before replying. " Since you're buying us some BBQ sticks, I will tell you. I'm Don-don. You can call me Don-don!" He said it proudly.     

Ethan thought he's kind of cute. "And how old are you?"     

"I'm seven years old but will be eight soon." He raised his hand and started counting his fingers without making a sound. "I will be eight in six days." He sheepishly replied while looking at the vendor coming in their direction with a plate full of BBQ sticks while salivating.     

When the vendor put it down in front of him, the plate full of BBQ sticks widened their eyes from shock.     

"Go ahead, dig in!" Ethan was not eating any as he initially planned.     

Don-don and Bentong happily grab two sticks each, but they did not start eating even though they wanted to so badly. They plan to wait until they get home to share with others.