Singing Lady Bird

Chapter 11

Iris heard from Fulham that it would be a little late. Shortly after he returned, the phone rang and said he would be a little late tomorrow. I admit that I don't have an urgent job because he helped me a lot in the last few days.

　He needs rest, and so do I.

　Now the standing positions of each other changed slightly, Iris could not pull in front of Louis and the others, and naturally she could not advance in front of herself. But now they have to name this relationship. He tried to pick Iris.

　Tui's night shouldn't have been cold, but she subconsciously rubbed her upper arm. Once stated, Iris could not escape from it. His body was cold and complaining because he touched his shoulder and touched his lips. I want to be hugged by him. I want to hand it to him.

　But it's not good...

　I murmured with my breath and covered my face. Don't just that. Reason ridiculous.

　Iris was afraid of losing before she got it. The more time and life shines in the light of joy, the more frightening it will be.

　I decided to be alone from the start, rather than alone with a feeling of disconnection. The loss of Tiffany caused a lot of damage to Iris, but the ensuing legacy issues also hurt herself. In that way, I was tired of despair both around me and myself.

　But I know it. However, I have a superficial feeling of looking for someone who loves me. He wanted to go beyond rejection and embrace her forcefully. What would you say without calling this the worst?

　When morning came and I woke up, Iris' heart was not clear, only her time was getting closer. Only time is decreasing. Iris was so tired that her heart was almost exhausted, and Iris left breakfast for the first time.

"Miss, don't you like your food today?"

"No, I'm just a little sick ..." I held my forehead, smiled and shook my head, but I felt a dull pain like a headache. Then Neu pushed Iris' waist firmly.

"I'll do it for you! Please go to the room and rest."

When I try to say "But", I get a crying face. When I thought, "Then, may I ask?", I turned around and smiled. It looks like an acting sect.

　Go to the room and close your eyes. The sea breeze entered through the open window and shook the curtains. I am not tired, but I feel sleepy. If you close your eyes, you will be slowly drawn into the waves ....

　when I suddenly realized, there was a man with black eyes by his side. Iris glares.

"Is it polite to go into a woman's room?"

"Excuse me," he said pulling away, but he raised his right hand above his head and leaned over Iris, who was lying down, and refused to move.

"Fulham"

“The sleeping princess seems to be in a good mood.” Fulham's smile had a seductive color. "I heard you were sick."

　I can't say that because of you. I let out a tired breath and turned to the side.

　The tip of his finger touched the open nape and peeled his eyes. He twisted himself and sharpened his gaze, but Fulham did not care, and although he smiled, he traced from under his chin to the collarbone with a solemn expression. His hands were hot, and his breath, which was not leaking, was thin, trembling, and exhaled.

"Fulham's..."

"Silently," he held his breath. "Because I'm checking my pulse"

　The hand, which followed the clavicle dent and the bottom, slowly returned to the neck, gently catching Iris' jaw. The palms and fingertips are back and forth. I was horrified when I touched my ears.

(Liar.) I was told to lie to see the pulse. If you imitate a doctor, you won't touch him like this. Secretly, he whispered again. Cheeks supported from the chin are captured and made to lie on their back.

"My eyes are damp" Fulham said in a cold tone. "Are you having a fever?"

　I bit my lips and my thumb stopped him. I fiddled with Iris' barely-maintained lips with just the tip of my finger. I wonder why, there is mystery and peace. I felt like I was going to leave myself at ease. It makes me want to stay like this forever. Only after he came here did he give himself up to someone. And it has the peace he wants.

　Rejecting, Iris reprimanded herself in a sleep-like comfort. Don't drift. Don't think ahead and dance with the heat given only right now. Iris is not Tui's man, Fulham is not a lover, and she has no intention of becoming a lover in the future. Tolerance to these actions was a waste of his expectations. Iris, who had no intention of becoming a witch or wanted to become an impingement, was thrown with her palm and tried again a little resistance.

"... Fulham ..."

　It was like a voice responding. For the sound you want. Fulham's smile became fierce.

"Iris"

　Soon something smelled. Like smoke, like flowers. It was a scent reminiscent of a flower whose time had stopped.

　At that moment, a striking sound echoed downstairs. It's like flipping something. I felt like I heard a little scream.

　Both movements stopped. Iris blinked, Fulham bowed and muttered something in a low voice.

"Chikusho, that's a good place"

"What did you say?"

"... nothing." He got up, still with some sort of anger.

“I heard Noi's voice….Other people's voice.” Iris also got up and asked while fixing her clothes and hair.

"My friend. I brought it in as preparation for you."

"What is preparation?"

Fulham shrugged, "Do you need a dress to go to the party?" "Because it's a big deal, I think I'll make a new one."

　Iris still doesn't understand. I can't connect myself to that dress very well. However, the apparition asks "Are you the party you should go to?" To slowly connect words was terrifying.

"It's a big deal" Fulham said patiently.

"It's a good opportunity. If you have a dress, do you want to go out?"

"That's not a problem" Iris said. However, there was no choice but to worry about the bottom. I stopped my pursuit and got out of bed. The sun was strong and bright, and the room was hot. "Anyway, I have to look down."

　As I rushed down, the smell of disinfectant pierced my nose. There was a strange woman in the living room, whom I peeked at while puzzled. She was a beautiful woman with red lips and short golden hair. What was scattered on the floor with Noi-he was cleaning the contents of the P3K box, and when he saw this, his face shone. Iris was embarrassed because she didn't know why she was happy.

"I'm bothering you, I made a mistake ..."

"I'm Iris. You're Fulham's friend. I'm sorry I didn't see you."

"No!" He said cheerfully and grabbed Iris' hand. "I'm Ellen Jordan. I am one of Hu Lam's many friends. I regret entering this place. This is a very nice house. The green garden and the colors of the room are very nice. "

　I can't stop my face from shining. I can express a welcome look because this villa is like Iris' last job. "Do you really think so? I've prepared everything in three months."

　Ellena smiled. "You're very good at it. And I think you're very naughty."

　Not knowing what was being said, Neu offered something with both hands. Looks like a spring toy.

　When I was told, my memory returned. It belongs to Iris. It was one of his favorites for a girl a few decades ago.

"I thought I lost him. The toy I used to play with when I was a kid," Iris smiled as she received it from Neu. "Tiffany hid it. By the way, I saw the contents of the P3K box, but not the contents of the medicine box."

　So Neu seemed to drop the P3K box and spill the disinfectant. The character at the end of the spring holds the note. Iris read out loud while laughing.

"-"relax!""

　Fulham laughed, and Iris laughed. Both Neu and Ellen started laughing. Like Tiffany, mischief that has been going on for decades is triggered.

"It's a nice house" Ellen laughed. "I have my mind. This will prevent me from taking unreasonable orders."

　When he blinked his eyes, he took out his business card. It has its name and title in a designer Gothic font. The affiliate was "Il Marinen ..." and I was surprised. Il Marinen's. It was the name of a formal fashion brand headquartered in Youthua. Why did designer Il Marinen get acquainted with Fulham?

"It's a working relationship," he said, tilting his head while looking at her. "I met him where he worked before."

“What's your job so far?” He was too bullish, able to speak, and too suspicious.

"Various things. I thought I was doing sightseeing, civil engineering, architecture, and clothing. I don't remember because it's too much."

　A strange person, Iris looked at him with her arms crossed, unsure.

"You're weird, but I think you're okay."

　It's like knowing everything without saying anything. It's like being there doing nothing and waiting forever. He has such a mysterious mark.

"It's a human virtue, sir."

　Ellen smiled and looked at Iris. "Mr Hu Lam rarely calls, so I wonder who will be wearing the dress, but if you are someone else, I will ring my arm as well."

“I've seen Il Marinen's dress several times. My mom has some.” Iris's voice was thin, but it trembled with excitement. "My friends are proud to have only that dress. I'm the one with such a great brand ..."

"Don't be too nervous. I'm downstairs," Ellen shrugged. The gesture looks very charming in appearance wearing a tight suit. "Instead, I'm the one who has to be careful, because your dress will make me a great designer."

　Iris laughed a little. Every brand seems the same. All the interior brands Iris works for have their own colors and are eager to make them flourish. I don't have enough money to claim it. That's why I feel close to Ellen. It is said that she speaks in a cheerful way, and she has a smile that seems to have no front and back, and she has a good impression that she is the one who breathes fresh air.

　Neu offered me a headache medicine that I took from a P3K box. The voice I mentioned earlier was like the sound of a hand I tucked away to pick it up.

　Ellen started working at once. He did not bring any other staff. When I measured Iris's entire body with my own hands quickly and with familiar hands, I wrote it down in a notebook and twisted my lips. The letters written in colored pencils were strewn colourfully across the notebook, which seemed to show his rich imagination.

"I like the slim type. Do not make the edges too conspicuous ... Do you have a request?"

"I'm not good at flashy colors, but. it's. I like Il Marinen's black color."

　Ellen's eyes shone brightly. Il Marinen's formal black had the effect of prostrating some people by his name alone. But Iris smiled.

"But I want you to make a colored dress. Not Il Marinen's black, but Il Marinen's red, blue, and red, for example."

"Il Marinen's color ..." Ellen, looking down and thinking, raised her face as if she had received a revelation and wrote something quickly. Looking at Iris with a grinning face, he turned to Fulham, "Who is he?"

"Try to look good on her"

"of course. Leave me. Miss Iris. I'll make you the right dress."

"Please ask me," said Neu who was sitting in the distance. Ellena smiled.

"What do you think?"

"I like white or blue for Iris" Neu replied with a smile.

　Iris and Fulham blinked, but Ellen smiled. "We're happy" he said, folding the notebook. "I'll give you some color ideas, but I got this one. I'm sure it suits you."

“Please... I wonder if this is a dream.” Il Marinen Dress. If you don't wear it and go out, it will be a wasteful first place. Then Fulham giggled, probably because his eyes were too bright.

"Did you say that when you wanted to get out?"

"It seems like I have to admit it," Iris said clearly, but she was still tickling and laughing. Even if I don't want a place to wear it, I'm happy to wear the dress that I miss.

"I hear it won't take much time. Maybe I'll leave the job to you, but is that okay?"

"Of course," Iris sighed. "What I believe will make something beautiful"

　Ellena smiled. And to get to work, I decided to leave here without touching Neu's tea. Fulham and Ellen hugged their friends after seeing them go to the front door.

"Payment for me" "I know" The two smiled and exchanged words familiarly at Twi, which made no sense to Iris.

"See you later, Miss Iris"

"I was waiting for Ellen," Iris also hugged and drove her into the car.

"I didn't tell you to drink tea ..."

"Do you want to drink it with candy next time? But now, put it in me."

　Looking at Noi's back as she headed to the kitchen with a smile, she suddenly watched Fulham standing beside her with the same eyes and laughing silently. However, such a way of laughing was immediately noticed. Fulham nodded slowly.

"You now have the same eyes as my gaze that you said ... like father or brother."

　Fulham lost his expression for a moment. With an eerie shocked face, I had the impression that the hand holding the mouth was unintentional. I felt like I was looking at her real expression, and Iris rounded her eyes.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No.." she blinked as if she had woken up from a dream. He averted his gaze and muttered in a small voice, "Nothing." Iris angry. If you look like that, you'll know that nothing's wrong.

　Is there anything I think about my father or brother? I've never heard of his family. First of all, he doesn't talk much about himself. The calm and serene emotional side was the calm that Iris missed, but it seemed that it was also the inside of her that was closed, outside the bounded boundaries. I finally came up with it. He has not revealed himself at all.

　There was a time of silence between them. He slowly lowered his gaze. The boy seemed to drool. However, at the next moment, he sighed a lot and was proud. He returned to his usual attitude, confident, calm, fluttering shadows.

"I'm a little tired. Let's have tea."

　Iris crossed her arms, saying she didn't want to talk. I thought, but I didn't say it. Iris wasn't strong enough to step up, and I was afraid to see her fragility. So I nodded slowly.