Singing Lady Bird

Chapter 3

"Yes, Iris! Thank you very much

　How many times do I have to feel like looking at this dirty carpet? They were supposed to be the only people who called me, but I felt like picking up the phone and talking to myself. Iris subconsciously replied in a cold voice to the same noise as the music that was shouting behind the voice.

"Louis, you're drinking"

　The cheerful affirmative voice returned.

"I was drinking at Mr. McGregor's. You're coming too."

"No. I'm not leaving. Don't call me when I'm drunk."

"Difficult. Should I go now? Because it's right.”

　I want to know what's right. Iris said "I refused" and hung up the phone. I couldn't help but feel the pain in my chest, and as I went down, I took the wine out of the kitchen and poured it into a glass. Alcohol flows from the stomach to the throat. It wasn't very strong, so my cheeks were burning and my eyes were crying. The sound of placing the glass naturally increased.

　After that, I was worried what to do if Louis and his friends actually came. Did you lock the front door? I have to prevent noise from happening.

　As I headed towards the front door, I heard the intercom sound, and Iris tried to lock it, but I couldn't make it in time. Louis, who was staring at his face, rushed into the room with a drunken red face.

"abandon!"

"Greetings. Cousin, we."

"I don't need a cousin like you. I'll call the police for trespassing."

"Did you come to a fight? I heard that even if you pull out a knife in this country, it's an everyday occurrence."

　Iris trembled, turned around and fled into the living room. Curtains vibrating. Window's open. Jump from there and run barefoot through the front porch. I thought it was an overreaction, but my fear of Louis has taken root since I was a child.

　Louis' laughter sounded like a demon. Perhaps she was wearing Iris' tangled evening gown as a bird feather, she shouted, "Listen, if you don't escape quickly, you'll put her in a cage." I have to run fast. I wish I could have been hurt by the boy, given Neu. There is enough time to reach the neighbor's house. There's got to be a microphone in the McGregor family villa, and I can't get out of there. But I don't know if the owner will come to the villa next door. Ever since I came here, Iris hasn't gone out and dated.

"Hey, run, run. I'll catch you soon." Louis' voice echoed in the darkness. I tried to leave, but my voice was never far away. It seemed like he had come to the beach before he realized it. Tidal waves swept across the barefooted feet.

"Iris, Iris, Kotori-chan"

　There's no way out. From here on out is the sea. For a moment, Iris ran on the beach. The sound of steps on the wet sand sounded. On the other hand, Louis' footsteps disappeared. I think he started walking on the sand.

　When I turned around, I saw the gaze of Louis, who was laughing as if he was crying. When I trembled and looked back, I was surprised to see a figure. It seems that Iris is not the only one coming out at the moment. However, I was not chased there, and I walked along the beach in an obscure way, and I saw the sound of running barefoot and looking at me.

　He was a young Tui. I could recognize the black pearl's eyes because the contrasting pearl-white moonlight shone on his eyes, and at night his eyes shone bluish-black, not pitch-black.

　Iris's legs eventually became entangled, probably because she was relieved to see the figure.

"Are you okay?"

　That is the pronunciation of King's Iglens, which is also authentic in Iglen.

"Iris" Louis followed. However, when she realized the whereabouts of a man holding Iris, she averted her suspicious gaze. Iris reflexively grabbed the sleeves of a stranger's shirt. You could say I was very scared.

　Louis smiled. Perfect as a lover. "Because I ran, Iris. Come on, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"No, don't come," Iris trembled and leaned on the man. But if I can, I want to escape from this person and run away. The whole body is shaking. I was scared and dying, but I helped and forgot a word.

　But the man placed his hands on his back, as if answering Iris. It was like hugging.

"Sorry, who are you?"

"Why you?" Louis' voice sounded frustrated. He usually pretends to be gentle in contrast to Mike, but his true nature is the same as his younger brother's. Alcohol makes the skin more easily peeled off. "Who are you? If it doesn't matter, please!"

"No problem"

　shout Iris.

"This man is my husband!"

　Maybe because of the wine that was fanned earlier. Maybe because he lost his composure out of fear. The words of the lover and the words of the friend were thrown out, and the words of the husband popped out, shouting lies that were immediately exposed.

　Of course, it was the laughter that came out of Louis.

"My husband? Isn't he a Tui? It's been three months since you came to this country to get married!"

　As Iris was speechless, a man's hand raised his chin. It was hot lips that lifted and fell.

　I was struck by that. Even though I invited myself, I even forgot about it. Iris could not think of the heat and strength of her fingers that caught her cold chin, and the heat in her mouth that seemed to be poured into her. His black eyes laughed as his lips separated, hugged him and listened to his voice.

"I promise to get married, it's a relationship, but who are you?"

　It was also my cousin who was not clear. Suddenly, Iris and her friends kiss secretly, first with embarrassment and then with sinister eyes. The question was scattered around him, was the man who made Iris stand up really a lover? The man invited Iris in a dignified manner, wondering if he knew this person himself.

"Are you okay, Iris?" The voice that called out was friendly and sweet. "Now let's go home. Oh, you, don't ever come near her again. He sucks."

　Now, the hand that guided Iris was soft and large. Iris, who was supposed to be the cause of the party, was unable to understand what was happening and returned home dizzy.

　From that moment on, everything became ambiguous. She didn't hear anyone anywhere, and she wasn't afraid of giving the man home, as Iris welcomed the morning in her bed when she came to her senses.