manynovel Chapter 97 Sister
Chapter 97 Sister
Idelia's alcohol-numbed brain struggled to process those words: "Someone close to...?"
Al-Hysen's smile remained faint, yet it seemed strangely alluring in this atmosphere.
"Yes, people close to me."
Idelia was very tempted.
This attraction was so obvious that Elhesen could clearly feel her burning gaze sweeping over him from head to toe.
He sat calmly, letting her look him over.
But then, that gaze shifted from admiration to resentment, and Idelia's expression instantly turned dejected.
Elhesen frowned in surprise.
Idelia sighed dramatically, "I know you're just kidding. Even if you aren't, there are so many kinds of close people. What if you only see me as a good friend?"
The more she kept repeating it, the more she felt that this possibility was more likely, muttering, "I'd rather hear you call me 'senior' a few more times..."
El-Heinz remained silent.
Why is it that Idelia is always clever in the unexpected places?
He tapped the table expressionlessly, starting to think about what to say next.
However, the drunkard was anything but quiet, continuing to ramble on even when he was silent: "Honestly, if we're going to be affectionate, couldn't you at least come up with a better way to address me? Like—like, 'sister'!"
Idelia's eyes lit up: "Yes, this is it! This is definitely much better than my senior's!"
The more she thought about it, the better she felt her suggestion was, and excitedly she went around to Elhesen and suggested, "How about it? Should we call out now to get used to it?"
Elhesen unceremoniously pushed her face away as she leaned in: "You can imagine whatever you want."
The implication is that thinking about it is enough; doing it is impossible.
Idelia was quite dissatisfied, and feigned indifference with a snort: "You're boring. You're really no fun at all. If you weren't so pretty, I wouldn't bother with you! I'm going home. You can eat here by yourself!"
After saying that, she turned and walked out.
Her clear and logical speech, and her firm steps as she ran, made Al-Hysen begin to doubt whether she was really drunk.
The next second, the very spirited Idelia crashed straight into a pillar in the tavern and passed out.
A question mark slowly appeared above Elhesen's head.
*
Idelia woke up again the next day.
Her head was throbbing from the hangover, and she couldn't help but press her temples. When she heard a knock at the door, she mumbled a reply, "Come in."
Menthiaja, carrying a bowl of hangover soup, pushed open the door.
Seeing her slumped against the headboard, looking dejected, he couldn't help but tease her, "Now you know you're not feeling well? Why didn't you tone it down when you drank so much?"
Idelia pouted: "No, I only drank a tiny bit—"
She held up two fingers as if to prove that she had really restrained herself.
Montiaga knew her daughter well, so she didn't try to expose her self-deception. She simply sighed, "I hope you didn't cause any trouble when you were drunk yesterday. But judging from how calm that kid named Elheisen was when he brought you back yesterday, you probably didn't do anything too outrageous."
Speaking of which, it was he who took Idelia to the Lambad Tavern for the first time. Montiaga knew her alcohol tolerance very well, and he also knew how troublesome Idelia could be when she was drunk. But the thing is, she would forget everything that happened when she woke up the next day.
Once upon a time, Idelia pointed to the bump on her head and asked him, "I just secretly drank a little alcohol, is it really necessary to beat me up like this?"
Little did she know that this was caused by her getting drunk and losing her way, resulting in her head hitting a pillar.
Thinking about this, Mentiaja found it a little funny.
Sure enough, when he mentioned who brought her home last night, Idelia looked blank and said "Ah".
Montiaga added, "But didn't you say you were going shopping with Gorna before you left yesterday?"
Then Idelia cried out even louder.
She quickly realized that her appearance was giving herself away, and hurriedly explained, "Gorna—Elheisen, he—they—"
The old father just smiled and said nothing.
Idelia deflated instantly, slumping onto the bed like a wilted tomato, still scolding Montiaga for only knowing how to make fun of her: "All you do is make fun of me!"
Montia had no choice but to apologize and offer to buy Idelia the new dress she had wanted for a long time before her expression finally improved.
She crawled back out of bed, took the hangover soup from Montiaga, and drank it all in one gulp before asking, "So I didn't do anything after I got drunk, right?"
How could Montiaga know so clearly? "How would I know? Elheisen didn't tell me anything."
Idelia tried to think.
Given Al-Hysen's absolutely unwilling-to-suffer-loss nature, if I offended him while drunk, he probably wouldn't just keep quiet like this, right?
A fairly reasonable speculation.
Idelia breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling that she could still save face and go to school with Elhesen tomorrow.
Menthiaja took in the ever-changing expressions on her face and decided not to disturb his daughter who was deep in thought for the time being.
Ah, young people—
But just before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh right, Elheisen helped us this time, so remember to bring something to thank him tomorrow morning. I happen to have a set of hardcover books that would suit him, so you can take it to him."
Idelia remembered that she had never told him about this, and in an instant, the shame of not wanting her father to know that she was pursuing someone else overwhelmed her.
She immediately became angry and embarrassed: "Dad! Even if you see through it, you shouldn't say it out loud!"
With a smile, Montia closed the door and slipped away.
Despite her dissatisfaction, Idelia did not disappoint her father's good intentions, and the next day she still brought a bag of books that was as heavy as a brick to Elhesen's door.
For some reason, when he opened the door and saw her this time, Elhesen remained silent for a longer time than usual.
Idelia didn't think much; all she could think about was handing over the enormous, heavy bag she was carrying.
While Elhesen was still observing her, whose expression was no different from usual, a bag was suddenly stuffed into his hand.
"My dad said this is a thank-you gift for you. Thank you for taking me home," Idelia said with a smile.
Elheisen glanced down and, seeing it was a book, roughly understood what was going on. His tone was flat: "It's not too troublesome, but... besides that sentence, don't you have anything else to say?"
Idelia tilted her head, puzzled. "Do I need to say anything?"
El-Heinz's expression was indescribable; he ultimately chose to turn away and put the things inside the house and arrange them properly.
While he was busy, Idelia could only idly kick pebbles outside, suffering from the cool morning breeze.
However, the temperature seemed a bit low today. When Elhesen came out, her nose was itchy, and she sneezed loudly.
She took out a handkerchief and pinched her nose, her voice muffled: "Hmm, has autumn come so early this year? The wind is really strong."
Elhesen glanced at her: "Are you cold? I'm fine."
Idelia: ...
(End of this chapter)
The author says: Happy Children's Day!
The college entrance exam is coming up soon, and I don't know if I'll be updating then, so I'd like to wish all the students taking the exam the best of luck and success! May you all get into top-tier universities!