Ai To Shiawase's

Ch. 42: What is my fault, Ma?

Today, the school has the arrival of the new principal.

But I don't care about that. I don't care who he is, I don't care what his name is. Because, I have worse problems than this. That's ... about what I experienced yesterday. Mom, she really hates me.

Today, I woke up with no spirit. If only there were no Miku, Rey, Rin, and Ryuji, maybe.

Actually, what am I wrong with?

Why did mom hate me so much that she hurt me with a vase and scolded me?

Yes, I know now ... I was born just to adorn the life of the mother, no, what does it say decorate?

No no, I was born just to feel hurt.

This sharp and nonsensical thinking of mine turned out to be true. Everyone is a life-revoking angel.

...Flashback...

After Rey's death, Miku, me, and my mother walked into the house. That afternoon, I felt a little uncomfortable, because mother always looked at me with a gaze that could not be written in words. You could say, his gaze was harboring great anger or it could also be vengeful.

The day is getting dark. The sun slowly began to sink, this twilight sign was about to end. I was still in the room to change my clothes, while mom and Miku .. It seemed, they were preparing dinner.

I felt like my mother didn't tell me that much anymore. Yeah, apparently because I know that summer break is over.

Thankfully, that means mom is starting to understand about me.

"Hey, Ai! Hurry along! Dinner is ready!" I shouted at my mother in a loud voice.

"Ba-good!" I rushed out of the room then ran towards the dining table.

As I suspected, mother and Miku were preparing dinner for us. With pleasure, I sat down on the chair.

However, just as I was about to land the back of my body on the chair, suddenly mom shouted, "Hey, don't sit down! Help us move this food!" Mom brought a plate of sashimi.

"A-ah, be good." I got back on my feet and walked to help Mom and Miku move food from the kitchen to the dining table.

When all was done, we went back to the dinner table for dinner.

I started eating one by one the food on the table. From curry rice to sashimi.

Waah .. I admit this is delicious.

Next, I saw two pieces of sushi on a long white plate, it looked, it was very tasty. I stretched out my hand to take it. But again, she surprised me with her scary voice. "Hey, don't take that! It was sushi for mom and also Miku. I forgot to buy you, so you ate something else!" abugn.

"O-oh. I-I'm sorry, Mom. I-I don't know that." I bowed my head because I felt guilty.

Again like this. Mom always forgets about me. A long time ago, the day before Miku's birthday, my mother said that she would buy me a party dress and Miku. But apparently, mom just bought Miku. He forgot about me.

Now, mom does the same thing. I don't know if it was intentional or if it was forgotten.

I turned my attention to the leftover sashimi that was on the plate.

Yeah, it's better than not eating.

When I wanted to take the rest of the sashimi, I unexpectedly heard the sound of a child screaming. "Sir Ai, just eat Miku's sushi. Miku does not like sushi ..," Miku said as she kicked the table with her tiny hands.

"my ...." My eyes sparkle when I see it. The little boy seemed to have a sense of concern.

I don't even feel like my eyes are glazed. When mom didn't allow me to eat sashimi, Miku offered me her food instead.

Miku, I'm lucky to have a sister like you.

"Hey, Miku. Sashimi's the one I bought for you. Why did you give it to your sister?" ask Miku. She seemed to be in disbelief when she saw Miku give her food to me. Yeah, it seems like it is.

However, instead of trembling in fear from being yelled at, Miku showed a different reaction to me. The five-year-old girl even glared at ibi with an intimidating look. I who saw him from far away was already trembling in fear.

"Mother, why didn't you buy Kak Ai? He also wants this sushi," Miku asked her.

"Don't you say, I forgot. If you remember, you must have bought it," responded the mother.

"Hm? How can you just forget to buy Kak Ai. If you really forget, you shouldn't buy sushi. Mom, you can't lie. Didn't mom tell Miku herself? Mom said we shouldn't lie, because lying isn't good. Why did mom lie. Do you not love Ai? Every day, Ai always helps Miku if Miku is in trouble. Ai is always trying to help her mom. Mom, did you forget? Ai's sister was the one who made Miku food when Miku was starving at the time. So please, Miku, don't hurt Ai's sister again, ma'am. He also wants to live like a normal child" Miku's advice is long and wide. Really, I really didn't expect this. Miku, she could say that in front of mom without the slightest hesitation. I-I just don't dare.

"Grghb ...." Mom looks dead says. He snarled without a word. "Yes already. Whatever!" continued.

"Sir Ai, just eat the sushi. Because Miku doesn't like sushi" Miku said.

"A-ah, i-yes. Thank you, Miku." I obey his will. For the umpteenth time, I don't know how many times Miku helped me.

I don't know, can I repay this kindness?

Thank you, Miku.

...\=•\=•\=...

Long story short, the night began to dissolve. Miku was already asleep in bed holding her favorite doll. I also intended to go into the room and sleep, but someone held my hand. As I turned my head, I realized that the one holding my hand was my mother. He looked at me with a horrible look.

Prangs!

The flower vase that was near the mother fell suddenly. The vase was split into pieces. Mother then changed her position to crouch and take one part of the vase. He then held the broken part of the vase to me.

"Just kill you, you selfless child!" Mother held the shards of the sharp vase to my face.

"W-MOMAN, WH-WHY?!" Of course I was surprised to see my mother acting like that.

"Don't pretend to be your bod*h huh. Hey, you must have taught Miku something so bad that she dared to defy like that. You must have told Miku to protect you while you were being scolded, right?!" accuse mom.

"N-no, Mom. I never did that. I-I was also surprised when Miku said that!" my dispute.

"You ...." Mom swings the hand that holds the piece of the vase.

Sriet!

As a result, a scratch was left on my forehead. The usual red liquid in the blood began to flow from the scraping wound, although not so much. Still, it felt so painful.

"Awwwhh ...." I was holding the wound, trying to stop this flow of blood.

"Don't tell anyone about this. Ai, you are my son. As long as I still think of you as a child, then you should follow my orders!" this forty-five year old woman.

I looked at my mother with one eye. This heart as if telling my whole body to immediately let go of my cry. However, I have to endure it, or else bad events will happen to me.

...Off Flashback...

Hah .. I'm still confused, why mom hates me so much.

I felt like I had never done anything wrong to him. But, yeah, that's it.