The Bamboo house
…
I've been in silence in her bedroom for almost two days.
No calls, No pickup, No news, No traces.
I searched for her, and they searched for her nonstop, but there was nothing.
What went wrong.
You said you're not going to leave me. I thought I understood you. I thought that I gained your trust.
Normally, she would talk and clear the mess out. She would not run away without saying something that bothered her. She would not disappear without bombing the actual details of
why. It's going to be something more, more than what I see.
What is it? What did you know about? What were you and him talking about? What that fucker told you? It must have been something big and severe if you ran away at that moment. Then you would not have run away and left your belongings here.
I turn to see the picture frame of her and her mother on her desk. I get up from the edge of her bed and step into the closet. I slide the closet door and it's full of her beautiful clothes. I slide my fingers through her clothes from left to right and grab the white dress she wore from the first time she moved here. I pull the hem of the dress and put my nose on, sniffing the smell of the dress that still smells like her.
"..."
Then I glimpse something sneaking out behind these clothes. I push all the clothes in the middle part aside.
"!!"
And I see the hangers on the horizon, which are for putting the sword at.
"She took her sword..."
I speak it out.
The day after, I was about to send a letter to Achlys to meet me outside, but to think thoroughly, he definitely wouldn't come out to see me. He might feel pleased seeing and knowing I was that desperate, coming to him for help.
But I gotta do what I can right now.
I followed him to his workplace and waited for him to leave work. Strangely, his men all have bad eyesight or are totally blind because no one knows or sees me. I wish they had known so I could talk to him sooner.
And it's starting to rain.
"Here he comes."
I see him about to get into the car, so I show myself explicitly to him and raise my hand to close the car door before he gets in.
His men notice me, but I wear regular clothes, have a cap covering my hair, and walk like an average, chilling citizen. Then he noticed my arm and the reflection of me on the car window, and I closed the car door.
"Heh? personal space, much?"
He greets me.
"I wanna talk."
"Eh...Romantic, much?"
"..."
"But I don't want to talk... your hand makes my car dirty."
"I said I want to talk."
I say it again and lean my body closer to him.
"Hmpt, right now?"
"Yes."
"They're going to think that we're so in love."
"..."
I let go of my hand slowly.
"Get in the car."
He tells me.
He's about to get in, but I push myself to get inside first.
"Fucker..."
He mumbles.
Then he gets in and sits next to me while having so much space between us. He's observing me from head to toe again and again.
"What?"
I ask.
"These days are my lucky days or what? Seeing you in those.. pajamas again?"
"It's not pajamas, asshole."
"Hmm. Talk before I kick you out. I don't want to breathe the same air as you."
"Hmpt…What did you talk about?"
"..."
"What did you tell her? Tell me everything…every detail."
"...*Sigh, so desperate to come to see me twice. I want to pity you but...I don't."
"..."
"Heh... The scariest powerful person is going to cry?... don't fucking fake with me. You really fucking love her?"
"..."
"Don't tell me that you are starting to fall in love and fond of her...For real? I don't believe you, so stop the act."
"I've wanted her.. since the beginning. I fell for her from the start. I love her, so that's why I chose her."
"..."
"So how can I stop the act? Just fucking tell me..."
"Don't fucking cry in my car."
"..."
"You're so pathetic..."
"Yes, I am. Then fucking tell me!"
"...I told her about the agreement that my father used her to have your support in our business, and you also used that deal to marry her, and I told her about his business under the Dirtline that your grandfather cut us off and..."
"...What?"
"My father isn't her real father."
"..."
"And also...I confessed my feelings."
"..."
"So that's why she ran away?"
I speak it out.
"..Fuck you."
He curses me.
"I mean… it's not her...she always tries to cope her way out."
But it doesn't make sense.
"..."
"What else?"
"That's it."
"No, it's gotta be something else?"
"Think thoroughly..."
"I was in that conversation. I knew what we were talking about, so fuck off!"
"Use your head."
"Do you want to die?"
"Use your head again...after she left, it's gotta be something on that day…"
"..."
Then I notice his change of eyes.
"Why don't you just admit that she's leaving you... I told you that's it. Get out."
He tells me in a cold tone, and then the car stops.
"..."
I look at him and am about to step out.
"Aren't you trying to find her too?...I know you have feelings for her. I know that you don't see her as your sister…You always try to come back to her life, don't you? All this time, you never stop, and then why do you stop now..."
"..."
"If you find her..."
"I won't tell you."
He answers before I ask for my request.
Then I get out of the car, and the vehicle runs off. Leaving me with the smoke of the car pipe mixed with the drop of rain fading into black like his fucking car, his fucking suit, and this fucking guy has a little black secret that just popped up in his black head. I could see in his eyes.
He knows something.