The Girl Next Door's

Imperious

Deril runs into the attic of the house, regardless of the call from Alex. The sound of the piano was very slow, but it sounded so deafening to Deril. He knows that tone. The chant of a cheerful tone that actually brought about a calamity.

Deril closed the attic door carefully. He also walked towards the window without making a sound. Upon arrival at the window, Deril slightly opened the window curtain. Too bad, it doesn't look anything. This time, Doctor Stephen made sure the windows of his house were tightly closed.

"This song... Song before tea" whispered Deril. "There's going to be another tea party. Mika will-" Deril stopped. His eyes were closed with frowns. "No, that's not certain," Deril wanted to get the bad thoughts out of his head. "How's this? What exactly am I supposed to do?" Deril sat down and curled up while hugging his knees. "How can someone like me save Mika?"

"Son?" Alex calls from outside the attic. Although it was his home, he had no intention of passing through the territory of his children.

Deril rubbed his face in frustration. He stood up and approached his father. "Yes?"

Alex didn't speak for a few seconds. He was aware of the change in his son's expression. "Did you see them?" ask Alex.

Deril shook his head weakly. "I can't see anything from here. This time, the curtain is closed."

"Is that frustrating?"

"Yes. Very." Very." Deril pulled her hair back. "I'm just a very weak teenager. What can I do to help Mika?"

Alex leaned against the loft door. "Dad wants to make sure of you one thing."

"What's that?"

"Maybe, our guess is right," Alex began. "Our talk about the actual tea party is the s*ex party involving Mika."

Deril's hands clenched as Alex said what he thought, but he couldn't.

"If that's true, it means it's been going on for a long time, even before we were here. Mika, the girl, must have had a deep sense of trauma. It's not easy for you. Maybe now you feel okay. Your love is still burning. There is nothing you fear. But, later, when you are an adult and your mind is more mature, you will think about it again. Repeatedly. Perhaps you will regret whatever decision you make."

"What do you want to tell me exactly?"

Alex took a long breath. "Dad just wanted to say, Dad will support you. Right or wrong. It all depends on how we look at this." Alex patted Deril's shoulder. "Do you need me to break down the door next door to save your girl?"

"No!" Deril answered quickly. "No need, Dad!" repeat, as if making sure Alex really doesn't need to go there. "Dad, don't do anything right now. I'm sure what Dad said is true. We can't just walk into that house. The problem will be very big."

"So?"

Deril turned towards the window, though there was nothing he could see from his place. "Right now, all I have in my head is wanting to save Mika. He has to get out of that godforsaken house. That little body of his could not possibly bear such a burden for too long."

Alex agreed. "You have to find that path. But, if you need Father's help, you can just say it right away. I'm here to help you."

"I'm going to try to ruin the tea party, to make sure that it's not something that's detrimental to Mika" Deril said, more to himself. "Dad, behave as usual. I will also be ordinary, like a teenager who is in love with Mika. We're just normal."

Alex nodded, understood. "Then, I'll go back to my room. Try to calm yourself. You still have to think clearly."

Deril. It is easy to tell others to calm down. However, it was very difficult to do so when half of his body wanted to break down the house next door. Deril just watched his father descend downstairs and return to the main room. The piano chant was still heard, making Deril freeze. The longer, the more his chest hurts.

***

Deril walked quickly towards Diana's room being treated. His left hand held the toast that his sister wanted. Deril even bought it right away after school. He did not return home to change clothes, but went straight to the hospital on his bike.

BRUG!

That happened very quickly. Deril did not even realize that he had hit someone until he fell backward. The first thing Deril checked was the toast he had brought. He felt grateful that the bread was safe in its place.

"Are you okay?"

The baritone voice that made Deril goosebumps, made him look up to find out who the person he had hit was.

"Well, whoa, whoa! See who this is?" Doctor Rendi stood up while shaking her waist. He smiled broadly with a haughty face.

"Do you know Deril?" one of the nurses standing next to Doctor Rendi asked.

"Are you okay?" the other nurse hurriedly helped Deril up. "Is anyone sick?"

"Sa-I'm fine," Deril replied as he stood up.

"You're here to see your sister who's still being treated?" ask Dr. Rendi.

"Yes" Deril replied, but it was like a growl. He was desperately trying to keep his anger from exploding. Once he saw Doctor Rendi in front of him, his memory always returned when he caught Mika with Doctor Rendi.

Doctor Rendi turned to the two nurses who followed her. "You guys go back to the nurse's desk first. I'll write the report in a minute. I'd like to have a chat with Deril for a minute."

"Well, Doc," said the two nurses together.

"Well," Doctor Rendi started, once the two nurses were quite far away from their place. "How's your dad doing? Is her stomach okay?"

"Yes. My dad is fine. Thanks for asking."

Doctor Rendi smiled. "Your sister will soon be healthy again" added Dr. Rendi. "I was shocked by what happened to your family. But, all this happened, surely because you upset someone?"

"I don't understand what the Doctor means."

"Haha! You were exactly me when I was young. Naively. As if I don't understand anything."

"I'm not the same as Doctor" Deril replied quickly.

Doctor Rendi only replied to him with an increasingly wide smile. His haughty face remained plastered, making Deril intimidated. "Did you hear the piano yesterday?"

Deril. His eyes did not blink hearing the question. "What does the doctor mean?"

"Don't pretend you don't know" replied Doctor Rendi. "Well, you don't bother. I paid dearly for such memorable moments. After all, it's not easy to win that 'party."

"What does the doctor mean?" furious Deril.

"You know what I mean. You yourself are enamored with that girl, right? She is beautiful. But, don't be fooled. You are so young to be caught up in something like this. Let us who are tired play a little."

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