A Special Girl's

Chapter 08's

• _Superisingly _ •

Allena lay down on her soft bed. Really, he was tired today. Having just returned home from missing, Melly had already ordered a photo shoot. Really, mom is heartless.

For a moment his phone rang, signaling an incoming call. Allena reached into the phone in her bag, then clucked annoyed when she saw the caller from an unknown number.

Allena immediately rejected it because she thought the call might be from a person who pretended to be misconnected and ended up inviting acquaintances. Usually the mode that does not have a partner, the work tracks the number of people to be debited.

After a few seconds, the phone rings again. Still that number.

Who yeah?

After thinking twice, Allena was forced to pick up the call rather than interrupt it constantly. He had not had time to say a long nagging, the person across there had already made a sound.

"Allena."

Makes Allena fixate for a moment. That sound. Did he not hear wrong?

"Allena, ma-"

Tut's.

Allena ended the phone call unilaterally. He doesn't want to remember that person anymore. It was enough for today his head was filled with the thought of a barrage of annoying occurrences. If not for her being a patient person, maybe from the beginning her life had been drifted by depression by the trials of life.

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After her body was refreshed, Allena rushed towards the kitchen to fill her rumbling stomach. While in the studio, he ate a little. So now, the worms in the stomach protest again.

The refrigerator door opened, Allena's lower lip immediately fell off.

What the fuck!?

Totally disgraceful. Did you know that Melly Johnson has a refrigerator that contains only bottles of mineral water?

Allena felt like crying that second as well. Let alone the affairs of the house, the state of his daughter did not care about Melly. He hesitated about hugging this morning. What does a hug mean to be really worried or just plain pleasantries to seduce her into a model?

Allena rubbed her tired face. If it's like this, it's better for him to settle down in an orphanage. At least it can still get attention and certainly will not always spend time alone.

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Allena has been in the minimarket which is not far from her home. He put some instant noodles into his shopping cart. At first he wanted to buy ingredients to make soup, but because his head had started to dizzy, he finally decided to cook fast food only.

"How much is a pack, huh?" muttered Allena while counting the piles of noodles taken origin in the grocery basket.

30 packs. Allena tastes enough.

Not yet had Allena swing her legs back, her eyes found a figure of a man who was standing a few meters in front of her.

"Allena," said the man, still in a step to narrow the distance between himself and Allena.

Instead, Allena just stepped back and ignored the groceries just like that.

Understanding with the body gesture of the girl in front of him, the middle-aged man stopped the movement of his legs. "Allena, I called you, but-"

"Stop calling yourself dad! I'm not your son anymore." Allena interrupted quickly, throwing her face the other way, reluctant to make eye contact with the man.

"I'll explain the truth"

"Mrs. Travis." Allena again cut with the affirming sentence.

There was nothing Travis could do but sigh and wipe his tired face. He tried to create good communication with his daughter, but always failed. Plus Allena's stubborn nature, makes it difficult to resolve misunderstandings that occur in her family.

Allena hates her father.

Not only did he betray his mother, he turned his mother into a workaholic. Allena knew her mother was doing it solely for the venting of heartache. Therefore, his position as a child was tormented.

The beautiful parasites make Melly a target for men. That is what Allena concluded as the reason why her father left. Travis is just making use of the physique of a woman, after getting bored, looking for a new one. That also makes Allena unwilling to deal with men, because they think they are all the same. Scoundrel.

"Allena, please. Give your father time to explain everything..."

Allena looked at her father's bright look. There is seriousness.

"Don't ask me, ask Mom." After saying that, Allena breezed away while pushing her shopping trolley towards the cashier, passing by the listless Travis.

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"Ma..." Allena chewed with her eyes closed, enjoying with all her heart.

It took him five minutes to finish the bowl all the way to his side. Hungry, Allena forgot to bring a drink. I want to go to the kitchen, but I'm lazy. In the end, he rests alone on the head of the chair while closing his eyes that are getting tired.

The afternoon breeze hit her hair that was freely unraveling. Allena tilted her face slightly, setting the comfort zone. He stayed in that position for a long time. Until then something soft and cold swept his lips. Ah, what is that? He wants one more time. Taste, scrumptious?

Unknowingly, his lips extended a faint smile. I don't know why. Surely his heart feels like flowers.

Honey, everything just vanished while her phone was screaming out loud. Allena's eyes suddenly opened and her body that was originally bowed forward began to stand up. Jesus, he fell asleep on the table.

Allena took a step and slowly breathed out. He's disappointed. It turned out to be just a dream.

Allena raised the phone call while looking up, looking at the sky covered in clouds of darkness.

"Hello, Allena?" Hetty's voice began the conversation.

"Yes?" sahut Allena's. Not wanting to catch a cold, he stepped into his room and closed the balcony door.

"Have you gone home? I and Geby went to your house this afternoon, but it was quiet."

Allena sat on the edge of the bed with a foot.

"Yes. I've been home since morning. After that I went back to go with Mom, there was a little business." Allena bit her lower lip, hoping that Hetty wouldn't ask what the business was. Shame to be expressed.

While calling, Allena swept her fingers to the surface of the lips. Wetter. Whether the feeling alone or it is true, there is a trace of saliva. From then on, he didn't lick it.

Allena brushed her hair with her fingers back. He's confused. What happened on the balcony was real?

"ALLEN!!!" the screams of Hetty across there managed to pull Allena from her subconscious.

"Hetty... You're here, you're starting to catch Geby, aren't you? Screaming at will." Allena hissing, scowling.

"So, you didn't answer my question. Called over and over again, just shut up."

Allena could hear Hetty's loud snort from across there. He was very familiar with how his friend's expression was if he was overwhelmed with frustration. If not bending his face, surely puffing his cheeks resembles a balloon. Yeah, between those two.

"I'm sorry, I was focusing on getting a hair tie. So, no time to pay attention to the phone," Allena's lie followed by his bland whiny.

A few seconds silence, then again the voice of seriousness from the speaker of his phone. "Oh yeah? Since when do you like to tie your hair?"

Allena patted his forehead softly, cursing his stupidity. His friend was beginning to suspect.

"Ah, that's because .. is currently sultry. Yeah, sultry! I'm not strong, afraid my hair smells of sweat. So, it's gotta be tied." Allena tried to set her voice as calm as possible, so that the sentence looks real. "If you want, you can repeat your question that I didn't have time to hear" Allena continued, shifting the subject.

"Ah, stop! Let's continue the conversation on campus. I can't stay for long, because I want to go outside with my cousin. Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Allena breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, have fun."

Hetty chuckles. "definitely. Bye."

"Bye," replied Allena.

After the phone connection was cut off, the screams of Allena exploded. For some reason, his heart was not calm. Like something's not right. But, ah come on! His mind is fucked. He did not want to torture himself by thinking about all that.

Techs. Techs. Techs.

Just wanted to close his eyes, instead of the sound of it stopping him. Allena got back up and rushed over to the glass balcony door, opening it with a watchful look. A little weird too. It was impossible for a gust of wind to make a glass door as solid as this could produce a loud enough sound. And that voice earlier, it felt more like a knock.

Before bad thoughts entered the soul, Allena quickly entered her room again. But before that happened, his movements were stifled once his eyes accidentally caught an inscription on the glass door. He pinched as he read the sentence written with the dew.

Have a nice play, a special girl...

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Who was it that was knocking on the balcony door of his room?

TBC...