THE CROWN FOR MY ANGEL

3. WHAT CREATURE

Across a room that reads Surgical Room as a notification portal above the door, the, the twenty-seven-year-old girl found a light of the same color as when she saw it for a few days in a dream.

Unusual indeed, because the room was never used again for operating activities because it was said to have happened an oddity.

So curious, the girl with the short haircut entered through the door with a glass window on the top. He also stared steadily after the view of the greget was dissolved due to the reflection of a red lantern close to the sharp tools for surgery.

Arriving in the room, he again found a pile of white with brilliance. Shining brightly to make the eyes unable to stare anymore. So soon he turned his gaze and exchanged glances with a triangle-shaped mirror.

Walking two steps forward, they accidentally stepped on the white pile. Like cotton, and flying in the air with a single touch of both feet.

Subduing her body like she was squatting, the girl with slightly bluish eyes looked down at the white object again. He took one strand, staring carefully from top to bottom, front and back.

He also had his own dialogue with a strange object. "Isn't this .. a pigeon feather? But .. really, it looks like a wing part. Was this space ever a stopover for some birds to lay their eggs?"

Pause for a moment while frowning. This time, the plan. 'Ah, is this perhaps a bird's wing.'

Then, the curiosity grew and continued to grow from within his brain. Think hard while kissing that thing. As long as he lives in this world. That the fur smells a little fishy and unpleasant, but the object that he was holding at that time even smelled very fragrant and smooth like cotton.

While opening the wallet, Reka put one strand of the feather in the brown roof. Returning to catch #the voice coming from the outside of the door, he found someone was there. Looking with a sharp gaze, he got up from his original position and walked towards the portal that read Surgical Room.

"Hey!" cheers of someone from behind his body.

The plan turned, apparently that someone was Denada. "Eh, lu, Den. I guess who." The short-haired girl again stroked the chest due to the heartbeat that was trembling in fear.

"What's going on here, Rek? Isn't your schedule over today?" he said with a light tone.

The woman who always carries the green file only nods twice as a sign that she will be home soon. Two steps running, Denada again cheered.

"Grandpa!"

The owner of the name turned his body while looking behind his body.

"Well, no one? Someone's feeling called me. But my ears are still healthy, and just now there is Denada."

Throw away bad feelings. He again walked to the front of the terrace close to the hospital park, immediately he stopped because he saw his adoptive brother— named Denada was there and was engrossed in telling stories with friends of one practicum.

Formulating the question that came just like that from within his brain, walked with wide strides to meet Denada there.

Breathing gnawed and sweat poured down from the forehead of the girl with a small brownish bag. "Dena!" call him in a tone like he was being chased by a demon.

"Eh, Rec. Why are you in such a hurry? Been chased by your demons?" tanyanya with ringis a little laugh like a sneer.

Two people on the scene left. "Den! I'll go inside first, we'll connect tomorrow." Two of their best friends left Denada and Reka.

"Rek, I'm in first." One of his best friends hit the shoulder of the interlocutor twice.

"I-yes," continued the short-haired girl.

Taking a deep breath and gulping repeatedly. "Den, I want it to be serious with you."

"What's it, Rek?" denada answered with a furrow of eyebrows.

The long-haired girl with the green-colored stirrup put her hand on the forehead of the friend. "Raw! You're not sick anymore, are you?"

"It's serious, Den. I saw you there." The short-haired girl put on a serious look.

"Maybe you're lacking rest. Come on, go home," Dena took with her adoptive sister who pinched incessantly.

Arriving at home, the two girls of similar age, stood firm after finding a pile of bird feathers at the door. Denada seems to be talking about the object that is scattered under the doormat of the feet.

Take one strand and smell the thing.

"Rek, you since when do you keep pigeons?" he put a feather in the nose of his adoptive sister.

How, the shape is the same as what I took in the surgical room earlier? What wings, anyway? My feelings are never to keep birds, he said in his heart.

"Grandpa!"

Suddenly the interlocutor disperse his daydream. "Eh," said the short-haired girl with a scratch on her head.

"The cave is even stirred," Denada scolded again.

"L-yes, I've been keeping pigeons this week. Understand, there is no one at home. So I'm looking for a friend." Pause for a moment. "We're going in, yuk!" take Reka by holding her foster sister to the living room.

Denada sits on a black sofa chair. At that time, the girl with slightly bluish eyes carried a feather into her room. Coupled with the bag he put next to the fur. After a few minutes of staring at the strange object, a screaming sound was heard from the living room.

Rushing out of the room, Reka went to see her foster sister.

"What's up, Den? How come, you're screaming from earlier."

With an adorning grin on the face of the interlocutor, he also said. "Gue thirsty. Please ... ask for a drink."

The girl by the name of Erek hit his forehead. "God! I'm forgetful that you're home, begging. Let me make you a drink first."

"What a lot, Erek ...," cried the girl on the sofa in black.

Today was so tired. Always galfok, salfok and others like that. Many senseless events just happen, not to mention strange objects accompanying the girl with Erek's ridicule along the hospital.

At that time, he opened a bottle of red-flavored syrup and lifted two glasses of drink into the air. Instantly both eyeballs stared excitedly, visible reflection of a man from the glass glass.

Like there's someone behind my body. Who, huh? his inner.

So curious, he turned the body three hundred gymnastics tens of degrees. Unknowingly the short-haired girl slammed the two glasses.

The figure does not exist, but only a carpet that stands firm. Denada came to meet his adoptive sister who had been standing stiff like a stone statue.

"Raw! Rec! Rec! Lu why?" tanyakanya.

...Connect ......