The Iceberg.

Beyond That Door- The Attic.

I unlocked the door only to be met by an intense light, I crept on-slowly in anticipation. There he was. Sitting. However,  that same silhouette lingered next to him- taunting me for the third time. I shifted my concentration towards my father. His face- just as I had remembered; A shabby beard, dark brown eyes, hair-although long they were neatly cut, his face pale and sickly. I walked towards him, "Father!" I cried out. "Come my son." He replied. The sharp intense light still hurting my eyes- I screamed.

I woke up.

Confused I took my surroundings in, I was still sitting on the table accompanied by the typewriter. My hands sticky, resembling my face.

'I really need a bath right now.' I thought to myself.

The warm bath couldn't distract me from my thoughts, my tears joined the water as it pored down. I wouldn't be able to see her again, her usual beaming face would never smile at me.

I stepped out of the warm bath, which felt cold- everything did.

"Hi may I speak to Ronald?" I asked the receptionist, who had answered the phone.

"Yes, May I have your name?"

"Umm... it's Rumi... Rumi Diego, Samantha Diego's son."

"Ok, please hold- I've been given strict orders from Mr. Ronald to inform him immediately when your call arrives." The receptionist answered with joy in her voice.

"Ah Rumi... finally!" Ronald answered, his voice stern. "You remember me, right?! I'm really sorry." He paused, "Your mother was a dearest friend to me... my condolences." He finished.

"Hi... Mr. Ronald."

"Only Ronald... remember."

"Yes... Ronald, my mother left me a letter before she..." My voice cracked.

"I know...son." His voice softer than before. "Wait for me, and don't wander off till I come... I know you are really excited about the attic."

"How did yo-"

"Rumi... I will tell you everything, for the time being... stay put!" He finished.

How did he know? What did He know that I didn't? Hundreds of questions circled my mind, thousands of possibilities formed in my head. What was his relation to my mom? Was he...? No that can't be, could it though?

I snapped myself out of the endless misery my thoughts presented me with. Suddenly I heard the doorbell. 'This is it!'

"Hi man." Seb said with a smile, which I knew had pity engraved within.

"Oh... hi."

"Yo bruh... why the long face? You disappointed?" Paul, who was accompanied by Josh said.

"Dude..." Josh jabbed his elbow into Paul's arm, and shot him a look- ordering him to shut up.

"No... I was just waiting for someone else." I answered to Seb's question.

"Care to explain?"

"Yes, come on in!" I answered, finally mustering some joy.

I narrated everything that had happened in the three days, after leaving Iceland; My mother's death, her final letter, the attic, and most importantly- my conversation with Ronald. I didn't care to add the dream, or nightmare- whatever it was.

"Wait that same Ronald... who often visited your mother?" Seb asked.

"Yes, but what is the connection between him and mom?"