Daughter?

Again the roar of the waves sounded clearly in my ears, buzzing loudly as if it were really close. The splash of water I felt behind my back felt haunting, and that's why I was too afraid to turn around and look behind me. 

I didn't seem ready to face the fact that what was now flashing through my mind was actually real. 

Oh God, I don't want dreams to come true at all, unless it's actually my dream. Please wake me up immediately and let my eyes return to the figure of Miranda who lives next door to me. 

I promise not to complain about anything that girl does in the future, as long as ... I don't end up in this dream again. 

Then, the voice of the man with the eye patch interrupted, as if it had just merged with the roar of the waves which were heard again. 

"You ask what kind of dream this is?" 

The middle-aged man repeated my question. I saw his forehead furrowed. Maybe he was confused about what I asked. 

But hey, I'm confused myself too, so don't blame me as if I'm the trigger for all the problems. This time I really felt annoyed. 

Then I dared to say my second sentence in a low tone, "Yes, I want to know what this dream is about? And even though everything is just a dream, why do you guys look so real? The voices, even the furniture." 

While biting my lip, I suppressed the turmoil that was lodged in my stomach which suddenly wanted to explode out. I don't know why I feel nauseous now. Maybe I'm seasick? But how can that be? Isn't this just a dream?!

Yes, I insist that this is just a dream. After all, that's how it happened. 

The man sighed then rubbed his face with his black hand which was covered in strange knick-knacks. His appearance looks very exaggerated. 

"It seems like you've really lost your memory," he said, to which I suddenly responded with raised eyebrows and wide-eyed eyes. "Maybe the impact on your head was too hard." 

"What does that mean? I haven't lost my memory at all!" I didn't accept it when he didn't give me the answer I asked for. "Why are you discussing other things, even though I asked what kind of dream this was?"

"Is that true? But you look confused and don't recognize your own place, so what else could it be if you don't have memory loss?" 

But the man sighed when he saw me glaring, not accepting what he said.

"Okay, even though I don't understand why you insist on saying that this is all a dream, on the other hand I feel sad because you forgot who I am," he said with a sad expression, too much in contrast to his fierce appearance. "Maybe it would be better if I told you about me first," he added.

He continued while I listened quietly, even though I couldn't be calm, and hoped that after this I had woken up from the dream.

If it's true that I can finally return to the real world, I won't waste time rushing to shower and go to college. Certain!

"Yes, tell me anything about this dream," I replied nonchalantly. 

"I'm sad to see you treat me like a stranger even though I'm your father," he said, while my eyes widened again in surprise. Oh, that's right! I screamed in my mind. 

"What the hell!" My eyes burned brightly. "What kind of damn dream is this?! Obviously my father is in my hometown, besides, since when did my father turn into a man as ugly as you." 

Then I covered my mouth when I realized what I had just said. The look on the face of the man who claimed to be my father was completely unpredictable.

He looked sad, but on the other hand tried to hide his true expression. 

I fell silent. Thinking about how stupid I am. Why do I have to strain my neck just to respond to the crazy man's words as if this were real.

After all, this was just a bad dream, I thought, I didn't want to change anything. 

Yes, this is just a dream, so don't take it too seriously. 

"Your name is Savana, while I am your father, Ivior," the old man still insisted. 

Seriously?! My name is Irina, not Savana! I almost shouted that sentence if only my body didn't feel weak.

Next, all I did was roll my eyes and say, "Whatever! It's really hard to communicate with plot-controlled people in the dream world." I snorted and added, "just do whatever you want!" I said, starting to get bored. 

Maybe it's a good idea to follow a little of the plot of this crazy dream. Maybe it won't be a problem, after all, I'll still wake up sooner or later anyway. So, let's respond to what the man with the blindfold is trying to say. 

"It can't be considered like that because you are my only daughter. And stop talking about dreams and dreaming. You are not sleeping and dreaming. This is real!" 

I just chuckled mockingly. Reluctant to respond again. 

But then, the middle man's face actually looked annoyed when he chose to speak again, "Why do you look like you don't care about me even though I am your father?" 

Miraculously, a feeling of freezing gnawed at my body so that none of its parts would respond to those words. I feel stuck. Strangely enough, there was a feeling of pain when I saw the strange looking middle man showing a bitter smile full of hurt in front of me. 

Then I heard a sigh. I chose to surrender. "Okay, in this dream, say that I am your daughter. So, stop showing your face as if I am an ungodly creature who doesn't care about her parents." 

"Kid, can you stop talking about how this is all just a dream?" 

The wrinkles on my forehead deepened. I thought, what else could it be if it wasn't a dream? I'm just being kind enough to follow your gameplay. Just that!

I rolled my eyes, starting to get annoyed with the whole situation. I whispered in annoyance, "Actually, when will this dream end? I can't stand their looks." 

I didn't know that then my words would become a topic of conversation among the sloppy men around me. 

Even if I'm sitting in front of them, it doesn't seem like there's really a rule about not talking about people in front of them. Maybe it's because I just did it too?

"Were you guys just talking about me?" Both of my eyes narrowed. The feeling of fear that I had felt because of the men's appearance suddenly disappeared somewhere, replaced by a feeling of anger. There is absolutely no fear for me now.

Meanwhile, the man named Ivior immediately turned around, staring at a group of scary men who I suspected were deliberately talking about me. Ivior seems to be carrying out his role as a father well. He'll be angry when he sees me looking cornered like now.

"Stop talking about it!" 

I was impressed when Ivior shouted while the others looked down. Seeing him like that, it was possible that he had quite a lot of power compared to the others. 

And this was proven when he added his final sentence, as if to emphasize the difference in their positions, "Savana is my daughter, and you certainly know that I am your leader, so respect her and don't dare gossip about her!!"

Wow!! I probably didn't realize that my mouth was now open quite wide. The Ivior that appeared to my eyes was much cooler compared to what I first saw. 

Even though this is just a dream, why can he change so quickly. 

I think he really has the authority to manage other people, as well as a very strong leadership aura from him despite his gentle nature when faced with people he loves.

Now that I think about it, the Savana he was referring to—in the sense of not me—is probably his daughter. 

Feeling that the strongest figure in this place was on my side, I immediately raised my face and showed a look of disdain. Both of my eyes squinted at the fierce men who were still trying to look at me, in the end they looked away.

I exclaimed happily in my heart. Really, how nice it is to be the main character in a dream. 

And when I woke up from my long sleep, I made sure to tell Miranda about this dream.