Heavy Rain

“Did you really finish these five candies in thirty minutes? This is really crazy! Are you that stupid? This is a question that probably comes out in school exams,” Liza grumbled as they sat together in the living room at this time. “I thought you were a lesbian, Lavelle.” 

Lavelle rolled her eyes a little annoyingly and then came back to take the big spoonful of fruit salad into her bowl, and this was her fifth after it started raining heavily. “I'm a normal girl, but I think I'll be a little crazy if I don't take the medicine.”

Liza took a deep breath then glanced at her little sister. “I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you, my dear Lavelle.”

Lavelle sighed. “It’s okay, this all happened, and you don’t have to regret it. Truly, our family has fallen apart.” 

“Our family would not have been ruined without the selfishness of Martian being the head of the family. However, it seems that everything has become so difficult to go through because we are busy with our respective activities without trying to open up to each other,” said Liza. “How sad when you realize that your younger sister is hiding such a big fact about her illness.”

Theophile took a deep breath, then spoke up, “It’s not really my right to speak. However, someone once said that rice that has become porridge doesn’t need to be chewed again to be swallowed. Everything has already happened, but we can still start from scratch. Our business is to keep on rising and trying to heal the wounds of our past.”

“Yes, you are right, Theophile.” Liza nodded. “Everything that happened a long time ago should have been forgotten, but can I, as a big sister, help her out if I have to forget everything in the first place?” 

“Sure, you can do it, Liza. I’m sure of that, because whatever the problems that are being experienced in a family, the solution that must be taken is to be sincere and embrace each other,” said Theophile.

“So, what are you going to do after this?” Liza asked then to Theophile. 

“Um… I will continue like this. Love Lavelle and keep trying to take care of her,” said Theophile later. 

“No kidding, Theophile.” Lavelle huffed in annoyance. 

“I’m serious, Lavelle. I’m seriously.”

“Do you guys really like each other? I could see in Theophile’s eyes that there was a love that might really be sincere because I don’t think there would be a man who would die for a girl if he didn’t love her,” said Liza.

“Can we stop talking about this, Liza? I’m twenty years old, and I still have a lot of things to take care of,” Lavelle mumbled a little affirmatively.

“Okay. But one thing you have to understand, darling, listen to me. A woman can protect a man in front of her family, but a man can't necessarily protect a woman in front of his family. And that's why, I often say look for a man who can take care of you in front of his family no matter what happens, it's your love story, not their family's interference,” said Liza, long and wide.

A loud enough lightning startled them. The lights went out immediately. In the dark, Theophile, the leader of the vampires, quickly looked for the presence of a lighter without knowing anyone and lit it, helping a confused Liza to find a candle in the television cabinet. Meanwhile, Mark was frowning in the corner, slightly trembling from the lightning.

Liza was so surprised when a candle was lit, and Theophile placed it on a table in the living room. Liza was confused about how Theophile was able to get candles and lighters in a matter of minutes, even though it was completely dark in the living room. 

“Why did the lights suddenly go out like a bastard?” Liza asked, a little nagging.

“Doesn’t this mean that Lavelle and I can have plenty of time to do something fun in the dim light,” Theophile said suddenly, making the hearts of everyone in the dark living room beat rapidly. 

“Dude, if you dare to do that, I will sue you in court for committing a criminal act!” Liza shouted.

“I'll marry her. And we'll be family,” Theophile said. 

“Please stop this stupid conversation, Liza. I really have no appetite to add fruit salad to my bowl,” Lavelle complained then, “This is really disgusting.”

“Disgusting? But you've almost finished that fruit salad by yourself, honey, don't make it up.” Liza sighed.

“You guys should rest rather than fight like that,” scolded Christelle, who seemed to have just come down from her room. 

“Mom, is the roof tile leaking again?” Liza asked, confused. 

“I don't think so, and I hope it won't leak again because I was so embarrassed when the neighbors saw me climbing the stairs to patch the tile.” Christelle sighed.

“If you don't mind, we can help him, ma'am,” Theophile said later. 

Christelle laughed heartily. Then shook her head. “You don't have to because it's still raining heavily. Just take a rest.” 

“Well, maybe sleeping in the rain is so comfortable and sound," Lavelle replied, "I feel sleepy." 

“Don't pretend. You guys want to do something, don't you?” asked Liza, grinning. 

“What do you think of the two of us, Liz? Do you imagine I'd be that stupid?” asked Lavelle later.

“The point is I will sue Theophile if he dares to hurt you. I don't care if he is a wealthy businessman or has the myriad possessions to mouth a prosecutor. I am a human being who has the heart to protect my sweet little sister,” Liza said. 

“Don't be too overprotective like that, Liz. I'm grown up,” Lavelle replied.

“You're a child!” said Liza, “You're still a child. You haven't made peace with yourself, have you?”

Christelle cleared her throat, interrupted a small argument between them, then returned to go upstairs because she had to get back to taking care of something that might matter. Lavelle shoulder-lengths then shrugs Christelle with short steps. 

“Whatever happens, I'll still make her a queen in my heart,” whispered Theophile before finally also outsourcing a slightly angry Lavelle.

Lavelle stepped confidently without looking in the slightest at the sight of an awkward vampire who followed her with a questioning face behind her. Theophile didn't understand why she suddenly got angry and chose to go to her room with a step that was difficult to define and didn't even glance at him at all.

Lavelle opened her bedroom door quickly, still ignoring Theophile, and he immediately dropped his body onto a mattress with light blue sheets. 

“Why are you breaking up again?” asked Theophile in a soft tone. 

“What do you think, huh?” Lavelle replied to Theophile in an annoyed tone. 

“Did I say anything wrong?” asked Theophile for the first time.

“I don't understand why in this world there is a stupid creature more stupid than a cow?” Lavelle did sarcasm. 

Theophile let out a deep sigh. “So, what's my fault?” 

“You said a lot of strange things and didn't come in front of my family, Theo. It shames me,” Lavelle bemoaned. 

“Okay, I'm sorry for that. However, I really don't have any intention of pull to bits who I really am as well as Mark. I....”

“Theo, don't you understand that I'm too dizzy to explain to them about our relationship?” asked Lavelle, pressuring Theophile. 

“Because we're different?” asked Theophile raising one of his eyebrows in a strange tone. 

“Yes. Because we're different, and this would sound so absurd,” Lavelle said.

“Do you love me?” asked Theophile with a face that was still like a child.

“What do you think?” 

“Please don't cry because of me, baby. I don't want to see your tears fall in vain,” Whispered Theophile. 

“You drive me crazy,” Lavelle said.