Chapter 4

"I need to speak with you about something very important, Miranda." Her neighbor stormed into her cabin and sat next to Eric, completely ignoring him.

"Excuse me?" Miranda asked, baffled.

"You are excused. Can we now talk?" Benji stated.

"Benji, I am busy with someone here. I will talk with you once I get back home." She stated, trying to make him leave.

"You are not busy. Talking to some guy is not classified as being busy. Would you mind if I had an important conversation with my so-called friend in your presence, gentleman?" Benji asked Eric.

"Of course." Eric was perplexed.

"See, he doesn't have any issues. Now, young lady, tell me why your house was so messy this morning." Miranda's eyes widened as he said this.

"You entered my home without my permission." It was a statement rather than a question.

"You came here to tell me this? And this still doesn't explain why you broke into my house." She asked him in an irritating tone.

"Of course, I came here to tell you. When you became my neighbor and had countless unwanted appearances in my home. I convinced myself that I should begin treating you as a friend to make it more bearable. But you couldn't possibly honour it, could you? In exchange for our friendship, you keep your house so unclean." Benji exasperatedly told her.

"Benji, if you don't tell me why you came to my house in two minutes, I will clean you off the planet." She locked her gaze on him.

"I needed some milk to go with my cookies. But don't be concerned about your place. I cleaned it. You should be grateful to me." He smiled at her as if he had won some kind of prize.

"Benjamin, get out of here right now before I punch you in the face." She made a threat to him.

"You would never do something like that." With a frown, he said.

"But, I can definitely call your mother here, and who knows how long she will stay with you." She challenged him.

"I am going, I am going. But keep in mind that our conversation isn't over yet." Benji exited the room, but not without saying. "Thank you so much, gentleman, for not interfering with my conversation with this lady. I am sure you feel honored to be in the presence of the man with the highest IQ in human history." He told Eric proudly.

"Is he insane?" Eric asked her, dumbfounded.

"Please tell me about it. I have had to put up with his craziness for the past five and a half years. Ignore him..." Her phone rang again, interrupting her. She apologized to him before picking it up.

The constant interruptions irritated Eric.

"Yes, Roby... You know why I didn't... But, Roby, it doesn't matter... You know what, join Melissa and me for dinner, and I will explain everything to you... Sure thing, brother... Bye."

"I don't remember any brothers of your name, Roby," Eric asked, perplexed. For him, everything has turned into a massive jigsaw puzzle. Miranda was the most simple and lovely thing he'd ever known.

"He is the son of my late uncle." She explained to him.

"I should probably get going, but please do not try to come close to my daughter during my absence." He was still enraged by what Miranda had done to them, but she didn't hold it against him.

He then left, but he ran into the strange girl from the party again.

"What on earth are you doing here?" She questioned him angrily.

"That is none of your concern." He blew her off.

"When it comes to my best friend, you are my business. You have done enough to hurt her, so stay away from her." She glared at him.

"Look, I have never even met you or your best friend." He told her, annoyed.

"Does the name Miranda ring a bell with you?" With her hands crossed, she asked.

"Look, Miss. I am not sure what lies Miranda fed you, but I am the one who is the victim here, not the other way around."

With that, Eric stormed out of the orphanage with his daughter.

Whereas Miranda's best friend, Melisa, was concerned, she knew that Eric had no idea how Miranda was suffering. She shouldn't have aimed her rage at him, but Miranda didn't deserve to have her life made more difficult.