'Well at least I'm home now, Ouch...sadly my left side got bruises all over it haaah...'
" Mom why don't you call Mrs. Ichi?, She can massage me, at least returning my angkle to its position and don't forget my wrist..." Whined Syura.
"You should lament on what you did!"
"What did I do?, It's the truck driver fault to crash over me you know mom, at lea..." My mother cut me off.
"What about a moment before the truck crashed against you?, Did you honk your klaxon?!"
" Yes I do, so what's the problem?"
"Do you know?, Becouse of your klaxon the truck driver got shocked then....You know the rest!"
"What the F*ck!! Why is it always me that got the blame?"
"Syura my darling, please watch your words or else.., the reason that driver got shocked is becouse your klaxon is too loud, Darling did you modified your klaxon?" Asked my mother in a fake warmly tone.why do I know that it's fake, she is gripping the kitchen knife for god sake!
"Yes Ma'am!, No I mean that it...it wasn't me who did it"
" Then who did it?!"
In an instant, Syura's tone changed to that of a soldier.
" Report, Replied to mom, the suspect is Dad. He recently went outside when the night comes and arrived before sunrise, He said that he want to make the motorcycle as unique as possible, currently he only change the engine and the klaxon, that's it. Report complete!" Syura said with a military salute.
"Oooh, what recently mean's?"mom's said while twirling the kitchen knive... It's scaaaaaaaaarrrrryyyy, with her smiling face, light effect that make's most of her side covered in darkness and don't forget her background, it's a Fucking eternal hell!..... Oh wait, it's a kitchen sadly, so not so scary anymore, oh right I need to answer her question or else....
"It's about 3 month's ago ma'am!"
anyway
Our family consist of my Parents and ofcourse Me the oldest 16 years old, my11 years old little sister, 4 years old little brother, and lastly my Cuuuuutest little sister who's only 7 month's old, ( I'm not a loli-con, so don't call the FBI! )
We live a normal life, in an abnormal household. Our house aren't like any rich kids as we are normal. we have a 2 story house with the second floor that is used to dry the clothes and my parent's bedroom with a toilet inside it, while in the first floor we have my bedroom, lil sis bedroom, kitchen, toilet, storage room, and also don't forget...toilet again, yeah basically it's consist of 3 bedroom, 2 toilet, and 1 storage room
And recently my father change his job due to his salary is less then $1000 back then. Now my father, with his friends start to make a company, well as I said 'start' mean's it from a scratch. So his income is still unstable, which is why we depend on my mother, my mother work as a bakery, she made some cake,snack's, and some donut's.
Yeah you could say that we barely made it by joining my parent's income. I even feel my heart ache sooo much, you know. My father work his ass off from 10a.m until 3a.m in the morning, and my mother need to be woken up at 11p.m to made and baked some cake and snack's. While I'm just sleeping like a pig
I even have asked to help her but you know what she said, she said " Syura it's not good for your body, you better sleep, you got school to attend tomorrow" she said with a smile, a really warm smile that can make winter change it's season to spring, the flower bloom everywhere just to replied to her smile. And before I know it my tears start falling,
what I feel now is uselessnes, I felt really useless.
Because now the motorcycle that I always use to go to school got wrecked, my mother and father need to spend's some money on it so that I can go to school by myself and for me to treat my wounds.
Speaking of my parent's, my father have a wavy black hair, brown eyes, and a tanned skin, my father can be said a handsome-fierce guy well even now when he gain some fat you can see the fierceness from his eyes.
while my mother have a straight hair down to her shoulder, dark brown eyes and her skin is white as jade yet you can see that there's a few of wrinkle's on her face but you know that she's a beauty back in her day.
" Well what's done is done" my father said out of nowhere. Literally coming out of nowhere.
" But it's also your fault to begin with" argue my mother with a pout.
" Alright...Alright, at the very least you didnt die my son" said my father, while Im just stay silent with a twitch on my eye.
'well there's a bit truth in it thought, if the truck crash to me head on. Well it's a miracle that I survive'
" Dad, about the moto-..."
"Don't think about it, it's already in the workshop, and about your school well congratulations you got some day off " my father said 'cheerfully'
' did you just mock me father!
"Congratulation son"
' not you too mom! '
"Son rest first ok, me and your mother will pick up your little brother and go to your little sister dorm to visit her, then go to supermarket to bought some rice ok, of course we will bring Hana with us"
"Ok, take care"
an hour later
Looking outside the window, water start falling down from the sky.
"It's raining huh?" Asked Syura to no one in particular.
" fortunately it's rainy season now, it's a good season to sleep " muttered Syura as he climbed his bed, pull his blanket, and fell asleep.
Little by little, the rain became much bigger, accompanied by the sound of roaring thunder.
The rain became much fiercer, until some time, the rain stopped, but it is the 'calm before the storm' I mean litterally! There's a lightning strike atop of his house.
*Boooom*