CH 19

Treatment Of Black Gals

Saki-chan got angry when my annoying friend, or rather the black gal, Yuki, came to the house and made a lot of noise, but the little angel lay down on her back and started to slumber and sleep once more.

Apparently, she was still sleepy.

I checked the time on my phone, it was only 6am and I thought it was too early to get up and visit someone’s house.

Yuki felt bad and whispered to me,

“And Satoshi…”

(So, who is this guy?)

“…so I’m not going to let him off the hook until he apologises!”

It sounded like a lover’s quarrel between two lovers, and I wished I wasn’t the one who had to listen to it early in the morning.

And the fact that she wouldn’t forgive him until he apologized meant that she didn’t want to leave him, no matter what he said.

“Mika, I’m hungry.”

“Yuki-san, have you eaten breakfast?”

“Haha. Why are you calling me with -san? Because I’ve been dancing in clubs all my life.”

“Oh, yeah…”

Apparently, she was so stressed out after a fight with Satoshi that she danced in a club until the morning.

I thought she was too energetic to ask me to go shopping from there, but I decided to head to the kitchen without saying anything.

“I mean, Mika’s so quiet today.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Because when I come to your house in the morning, you usually kick me out on my back.”

“………”

“From there, I would use the duplicate key to get back into the house, as we agreed.”

“…There are days when we’re quiet.”

“I see. We’re only human.”

I thought Mika was too much of a tyrant to kick her out by kicking her in the back, but judging from Yuki’s appearance, I guessed it was a regular exchange between the two.

I thought I might have made her feel uncomfortable, but Yuki didn’t come on to me, so I guessed there was no problem.

“What? Did you give up smoking? And the alcohol?”

“…Yes.”

“Mika, you never smoked before. I used to buy them because my boss used to shout at me that young people who don’t drink or smoke are children! So I was a bit stubborn about it.”

“…That happened to me once.”

“I don’t even drink alcohol, but I bought beer until my fridge was full. I told you it was useless.”

“…Yeah.”

“You even brought cartons and cartons of beer into the office, and people still think you’re a heavy smoker and a drinker, you know?!”

I was imagining a helpless mess of a man, puffing smoke in front of his little ones, always drunk, but apparently not.

And from what I had heard, it sounded like the whole thing was just about being mean to the manager.

She was already acting like a mere child!

When I was thinking about this, I thought I heard Mika’s voice in my head saying, “Shut up!”

I was sure it was just an auditory hallucination.

“Hey, Mika, let’s go shopping after breakfast. I want to relieve some stress.”

“I’m working today.”

“Oh, I thought you hadn’t done anything yet? I thought you wouldn’t be busy, so I came.”

No, I was basically off at weekends, so I was not working… but today was a weekday.

If Saki-chan wanted to go to a nursery, I would take her, and if she was uncomfortable, Chinatsu would call me and I would take the day off so that I could move quickly.

Did she want to go out and do some shopping? Maybe not, but what about a ride?

“Oh, so we’re going shopping!”

“Hmm.”

“Um, what? Are you in trouble? I can help you with your love life!”

“No, I’m thinking about Saki…”

“Mm-hmm… What?”

There was no such thing as a love story to tell someone who was currently in a fight with a man, but I decided to ask someone other than Chinatsu about Saki-chan’s trauma.

“Okay, well, leave Saki in my hands, Mika!”

When Yuki tapped her own chest and said leave it to me, our angel woke up, stretching herself.

“Good morning, Saki.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning. Long time no see, Saki.”

“No?”

“Who is she? It’s Yuki. Oh, I see. Saki was asleep the last time you came here, so she doesn’t remember you.”

Saki was more interested in the breakfast than Yuki, so she looked at me and asked me about the menu.

“What’s there?”

“For breakfast we have croissants, salad, fried eggs and sausages. And yogurt.”

“Yogurito!”

“So, Saki, which do you like better, strawberries or aloe?”

“Yogurito!”

“Go wash your face.”

“Ai!”

While Saki was washing her face, I took the food I had made to the table.

“Mika, strawberries for me too!”

“Here you go.”

“What? Hey, that’s aloe! It’s awful!”

Despite saying that, Yuki seemed to enjoy eating it, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Apparently, this was the way to treat this black gal.

Thank God.