I'M Not A Special Character
Meeting with Dad Kandung

"Is that so? Then can we spend some time together before you go back to makas?" Arland gulped. He managed to say a sentence that had been stuck in his throat earlier.

Arsiel was silent hearing that. He was confused by the phrase 'spending time together' which seemed very ambiguous. But Arsiel dismissed those useless thoughts.

"I'm not sure. I have to get to my parents' house tonight." Arsiel breathed a heavy sigh. Very reluctant to return to a place that does not accept his presence.

"Don't you say you're going back to base?" Arland frowned, staring at the puzzled face of Arsiel.

"It should be so. I'll tell the base that I'll be late for a few days. My father couldn't have let me go when I was there." Arsiel clenched his hands, his jaw hardened.

"I'll accompany you to go there." Arland spontaneously said that and only realized with his words a few moments later.

"You sure? Nothing would be good if you went along."

"Of course I'm sure!"

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The strong night wind accompanied the sound of the machine splitting the silence of the night. Arsiel wrapped her hands around Arland's waist, hugging tightly so as not to fall as Aland performed an extreme maneuver.

They're riding the bike that Arland rented specifically for tonight. Modelan like a male motorbike in general with a rather sleek and slick shape.

"There's no need to rush things too much. What if you hit something?" Arsiel slightly shouted for Arland to hear his voice amid the rumbling wind that spread to the ears.

Arland ignored Arsiel's words and continued to pull gas, making his motorbike go faster in the hallway without the occupants.

A few minutes passed by until they finally arrived at a simple house. But unlike a simple house in general, this house is equipped with several interiors that can be considered luxurious.

Right on the porch of the house stood a middle-aged man who looked to be waiting for someone's arrival. Men with mature brown skin and thick whiskers that grow on the surface of his skin.

The man stared intently at Arland when he found his daughter hugging a man he did not know. Arsiel regretted his decision to approve Arland's request.

Arsiel went down first to approach the man while Arland parked his bike in the yard.

"Who's the guy behind you?" The man asked in his haughty tone.

"He's my friend, dad." Arsiel answered as he could.

"Friends? Since when do you have a friend?"

Arsiel frowned feeling astonished. His jaw hardened with annoyance at the words of his father who seemed to humble him. But Arsiel chose not to pay attention to it, if only continued it might trigger a debate.

Feeling unheard, the man called 'father' went in first leaving them.

"Arciel? What's up?" Arland asked in a curious tone.

"Nothing." Arsiel shook his head slowly.

"Come here and take off your shoes."

Arland just nodded his head slowly in response. His legs stepped closer to Arsiel and sat on the terrace. After they finished taking off their shoes, they immediately went into the house.

Upon arrival in the living room they were greeted with an uncomfortable look. Arsiel's father and a middle-aged woman were sitting on one of the long sofas with gazes pointing towards him.

The look made Arland feel uncomfortable there. But immediately Arsiel melted the awkward atmosphere by throwing a question that had been stored in his mind.

"What do you want to say?"

"Don't be in a hurry, sit down first."

Arsiel and Arland sat down before them. Long enough silent until the man reopened his voice.

"How's school?"

"As you can see. I'm pretty comfortable in there."

Believe me, his words are full of lies. Even her school life has not changed, unless she has one new friend and one new partner.

"So? What do you want to say?"

"Not much. We just want you to come back to live here." The middle-aged woman opened her voice.

The mood was silent again. Arsiel was thinking of an appropriate answer to reject the wish. However he did not want to return to live in this gloomy house.

"No, I mean I can't. The school doesn't let anyone go if it's registered in the dorm."

Arland stared cengo upon hearing Arsiel's reply. What kind of reason is that? Even schools never implement such rules.

"What kind of school implements such rules?!" The man raised his tone of voice feeling disbelief.

"If you can't, what if you stop by for the weekend?" This time the middle-aged woman asked in a slightly flat tone.

"What exactly do you want to say? Don't be so convoluted and get straight to the point! I'm sure there's some ulterior intent to your request." Arsiel clucked in annoyance. He could not stand the reel of those who always circled around without directly shooting at the core.

"Well, if that's what you want. Actually we want to match you up with someone."