*SIGH* "Hah! Can you believe it?" I muttered. I looked outside from the window unconsciously, who are they? I mean young people can be friends with older people but, they didn't seem like they are friends with my grandmother. * Knock* I looked at the door," yes?" Mr. Brown came in and looked at me with that previous cold gaze," They left you can go now." I looked outside of the window and saw a black car was standing and those people boarded it and left, i looked at the mr. Brown and nods. As i nod mr. Brown left, but what should i say to grandma now? I just made an excuse to prove my point there but....
" May i come grandma?" I asked with my usual calm tone. Grandma looked at me and nods and gestured me to sit beside her on the bed. I sat down beside her, and looked at grandma," Grandma, who are they?" Before answering me i noticed that grandma looked at Mr. Brown and gestured him to go outside. I was shocked, because it's the first time I saw her told Mr. Brown to leave us alone. Feeling a surge of curiosity I looked at grandma. Grandma sighed heavily, then looked at me, then looked into my eyes directly and said," So?" I looked at grandma confusingly whereas i know very well, what she meant. Living with them, the one thing I'm able to learn very well is to act like a pro. So i Continued my acting skill. My grandmother looked at me, then stand up and locked the door, then come and sat beside me and then begin," So what's exactly your question is? Who are they right?" I nodded. " Well, they're my friends. " Grandma said. I looked at the window as if i don't believe her, though i indeed didn't. Then I stood up and said," Allow me to go grandma. " Grandma looked at me with astonishment. I Continued, " When you're not going to tell me the truth or going to trust me, why should i stay here?" I pouted dramatically. And it worked unexpectedly. As i stood up she clenched my hand immediately and pulled me on the bed beside her forcing me to sit beside her. I sat beside her and looked at her. She sighed heavily again then began to speak, " Sweetheart listen," she stopped again, as if she was trying to find proper words to describe me. " Um....you know what sweetie, th...they're just....from....from an organization. " grandma said. " An organization?" I asked. Grandma looked at the window and sighed again, then looked at me, "Well, they are....whom treated Lyla." In spite of knowing who is Lyla, i still act as if i don't know anything, " Lyla?" I asked bluntly. Grandma looked at me surprisingly, but that vanished quickly, " Don't you read the diary?" Hearing grandmother's direct question with the sudden change of topic, i took a little time to took myself up. I nods while looking at grandma, " I did. So?" " Then?" Grandma asked bluntly. I noticed my grandmother's face stiffened up. " I mean....yeah....Mrs. Lyla....was Mr. Allison's wife. Right?" Grandma nods. " I mean.... that's all. What's the connection between Mrs Lyla and the organization?"