A Special Girl's

Chapter 13

• _Obstacles _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ •

Now Allena had faced the door of ashes that her father meant, as well as a silver key in his grasp. He painted the letter A on the surface of the door with his index finger. I don't know how many years the door has been abandoned. So rarely cleaned, the thickness of the dust is two centimeters. Approximate opinion only.

Looking at the outside like this, Allena could deduce the inside was also not much different. Not wanting to go back and forth again, he put the end of the key into the door hole, then turned it to the right.

Chequek.

As soon as the door opened, Allena entered with a sense of anxiety.

All corners were filled with high shelves containing piles of books. Allena is a book lover. But, if a lot of course boring. There's nothing interesting. He thought something surprising would happen, such as the discovery of an heirloom object or a strange creature confined like in a fantasy novel he had read. Understand, the imaginary victim.

Allena breathed heavily. He cannot stay long. The first thing he had to do was to search for The History of the Landlord and read it to the end - as his father had required.

Allena traced every corner of the room, only a moment of swinging legs, had to come back to a halt when she caught an appearance of objects that seemed familiar among the row of seedy books. He took the glass bottle and watched the clear liquid that filled it.

After thinking for a while, Allena finally remembered it. That clear liquid was the exact same liquid as the one his father had spilled on the figures of the assailants back then.

"Prolipsy?" muttered Allena, asking herself, while reading the writing on the bottle cap.

"Allen! Where are you, darling?"

Allena flinching. In the mind comes the question, is it really his mother's voice or just his feelings?

But maybe the woman is here. Last week, Melly told herself she was leaving home for two weeks. And now? Not a week has been achieved.

But Allena immediately changed her mind as soon as she heard the mother's cry again which was increasingly clear in her ears.

"Geez!"

Panicked. As a result, Allena almost dropped the glass bottle. If only his reflection to unite the two contents of the hand as a means of arrest did not appear, I don't know what happened next. Although her mother was the owner of the house, the woman still could not know if her daughter entered this room. Like what his father said.

"Allena," call Travis as he grabs the arm of his daughter who is about to pass away.

Allena looked at me with a questioning look.

"Don't tell your mother that you've entered the room. Ah, not just your mom. But other people too. The point is to keep it secret."

"But, why?"

Travis smiled faintly before replying again. "There are a lot of people who are after me for valuable information. And who deserves to know you're the one."

Allena is getting dizzy. He could not grasp the intent of that precious information word. Until a moment later, his eyes pinched suspiciously at Travis.

It didn't take long for Allena to know the meaning of her father's movements. He knew for sure that the man was hiding a secret. I don't know what, but it looks like something pretty big.

"Yes, you go home. It's getting dark. Don't make your mother worry."

"Mother is out of town."

"Oh so? Hm, there's good. But you also have to be careful living at home alone. There are many people out there who take advantage of silence to do evil."

Allena put the glass bottle in her pants pocket and ran out of the room as soon as possible.

Just now the key was flipped around the door like it was. The sound was accompanied by a breath in the nape, making Allena jump in shock and spontaneously rotate her body.

"Mother?"

The body that was originally leaning forward, back Melly position upright. Not to forget, his hands were folded in front of his chest.

"It turns out you're here. I've called you many times, but there's still no truth. I thought you were asleep, but when you checked in your room? There's no."

"Sorry. I didn't hear it. By the way, Mom came home why not tell me? I've been lying, too, he said he'd be in Miami for two weeks." Allena switched the conversation with her face slightly bent, somewhat scruffy. While his heart was anxious, hoping his mother was unsuspecting and asking strangely about the reason he was standing here.

"The second "Meeting was pushed back to next Thursday. Than to be bored for long there ..." Melly put her shoulders down. "Yes, my mother came home first. The day after, just get there again."

Allena nodded her head, a sign of understanding. To be honest in his heart he was disappointed with the return of his mother who was too fast and sudden. Not that I do not like it, but because of the activity in and out of the door. If her mother was home, Allena could not enter the door. You could say Melly inhibits the space of freedom.

"Oh yeah, do you have a show tomorrow?" asked Melly, making Allena look up at him.

"Why indeed?"

"Jawab it, is it or is it not?"

Shut up for a few seconds, Allena nodded. "There's."

"What way?" asked Melly quickly with a look of spirit enveloping her face.

That made Allena cringe. What's wrong with her mother?

"Road. Together ... friend," said Allena, dominated by a little doubt.

"Man or woman?"

Allena looked at her mother closely. So, the story is being interrogated, huh?

"Allena, quickly answer.." urged Melly as she shook the shoulder of her brooding daughter.

"Mother. It's time for bed." Allena pretended to yawn big, then grinned. "Sorry, I'm sleepy. Yeah, I went to the room first..."

"But ..."

"Good night!" sela Allena while waltzing away, climbing the stairs with a step deliberately crushed so that the scene is not too forced alias look convincing.

Melly looked at her daughter's back with a probing look. Judging from Allena's body response, it was clear that the girl was hiding something. He breathed a tired breath. Just returned home, given the burden of thought. He pinched his temple, hoping that with it the dizzy could be reduced.

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TBC...