'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 give me a massage, at least returning my ankle 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?, Because 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 because 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 wants to make the motorcycle as unique as possible, currently, he only changes 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 knife... It's scaaaaaaaaarrrrryyyy, with her smiling face, a light effect that makes 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 of course 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 lolicon, so don't call the FBI! )

We live a normal life, in an abnormal household. Our house isn'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 on 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 changes his job due to his salary is less than $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 donuts.

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 works his ass off from 10 a.m until 3 a.m in the morning, and my mother needs to be woken up at 11 p.m to made and baked some cake and snacks. 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 uselessness, 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 has a wavy black hair, brown eyes, and a tanned skin, my father can be said a handsome-fierce guy well even now when he gains some fat you can see the fierceness from his eyes.

while my mother has 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 didn't die my son" said my father, while I just stay silent with a twitch on my eye.

'well, there's a bit truth in it though, if the truck crash to me head on. Well it's a miracle that I survive'

" Dad, about the motor..."

"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 the 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 starts 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 literally! There's a lightning strike atop of his house.

*Boooom*