Owe a Wife

Episode 1's

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...Chapters 1...

...You'll Never Know What's Going to Happen In Life...

“Hei, Yuya. Where is your father now?”

I, Yoshizumi Yuya, who was again sitting in the living room of my house was confronted by a group of creepy-faced men in suits and sunglasses with scars on his cheeks. To most people, they seem like a dangerous group of people.

“I don't know where he is, I just came home and found this left on the table..”.

I handed the note that was on the table to the person who looked like the boss of this terrifying group. As soon as he took off his sunglasses and finished reading what was written on the note, his shoulders began to shake. Oh, he must be angry right now.

“The bastard...he escaped...! And he even left his son alone! What a shameless shameless!”

You never know what might happen in life. That's what my dad used to tell me.

He usually constantly uses the demands of the latest market trends in the hope of making a profit, but unfortunately he always lags one step behind the other. So, by the time he was just starting out, the expensive items were out of date and in the end he only had unsold merchandise with a lot of debt.

What was the last thing he tried? I thought it was Tapioka, but I honestly don't want to remember.

His prowess was poor and he lacked the ability to trade, someone who had no hope but was much loved by my mother.

My mother's face was youthful and never seemed to age. Even when we walked together, sometimes people thought we were brothers. She was so beautiful and also a good cook, so as her son, I felt so proud of my mother. That's why I once asked him why he wanted to marry a useless man, and he answered me timidly:

“Yeah, doesn't it feel good to see someone who's a moron working hard in his own stupid way? Your mother likes a man like that.”

Love can make a person blind, which is what people often say. Whenever I see people who work hard, I have nothing but respect for them. It's just that in my father's case, he really crossed the line, to the point that I wanted to preach to him that ‘Humans should learn from their mistakes.’

But the only person who really needs to be preached is myself.

I said absolutely nothing to my father, who started a new business and failed and accumulated debts, and also to my mother, who supported and encouraged her husband, The result is yes, the chaos I am in right now.

“Taka-san. How much money did my dad borrow?”

“Ahh? No, I can't blame you for not knowing. Look.well, about 30 million. Your father constantly borrowed money and promised to return it, thus, the debt continued to grow over time.”

While saying that, Taka-san and his group took a sip of their tea. Oh, I forgot to mention it, but I'm not afraid of these people. I've known Omichi Takashi aka Taka-san since I was in elementary school. He is a strong man and has a hard job, but he is good to me, for me he is like my brother.

“Kotaro damn it. You finally left Yuya and fled abroad. And what's more, you leave the rest to the lawyer? How far do you think you can go, motherfucker!?”

When I got home, I didn't see my mom at home and the lights were off. As soon as I entered the room wondering what had happened, I found a letter placed on the table, which read:

—Yuya! I know this is sudden, but your mom and dad have decided to move abroad! It seems that Japan is too small for us! So for now, we are going to hit the jackpot at a Vegas casino, so look forward to it! Don't worry, I have a lawyer friend who will take care of the rest! Bye!—.

“Although you were born to such a couple, Yuya, you grew up well. Isn't this a miracle? No, could it be thanks to me?”

“Haha..yah, at least I found out that my parents were the worst people around me. More importantly, what will you do next, Taka-san?”

“Ah, the. As you can imagine, your father didn't pay off his debt, and I can't help you deal with this situation anymore. I have to take you with me.”

Taka said this with an awkward expression on his face, All his comrades also looked away.

…I see, right now I am the one who has to shoulder the debt despite my useless father, and it may not be the right way either. If that was the case, would my life end here and now?

“Confirm, Yuya. I've persuaded your father to let you stay with me. I'll do everything I can to make sure you live well, so don't worry.”

“That's right, Yuya! The best thing for you right now is to remain as you normally are, an ordinary High School student!”

“Don't be people like us, Yuya!”

Taka-san bit her lip and said this with a stern expression on her face. His other comrades also followed, clenching their hands and encouraging me. Their faces don't scare me. Well, they do have scary faces, but they're really good people. Maybe it was also one of the reasons my father got so carried away with them.

“OK. I'm sorry I made this all of a sudden, but you have to come with me. I, no, we'll show you how dogeza is perfect.” (Dogeza: Posture of the biggest apology in Japan.)

I appreciate the gesture, but the accompanying sentence sounds very overlapping, Taka-san! With a bitter smile on my face, I got up and headed for the kitchen to wash the dishes and cups that everyone had drunk.

Ding dong—'s.

The bell rings to indicate the arrival of visitors. Who'sis that? It's too early for the newspaper to be collected. Is that a religious lawyer? No, I've kicked them out so many times. I've also paid for k-vision service, so who is it?

Ding dong—, Ding dong—.

After two or three times, the pause between the bell gradually shortened. Finally, after each sound of the bell was heard, the chorus of the next bell would also ring. It was so loud that Taka-san and I had to cover our ears. I had no choice but to respond, though,..

“Ya, yes! I came! Who's it!?”

I opened the front door, feeling a little annoyed at the barrage of ding-dong. The man standing there…

“Halo, Yoshizumi-kun's. I came here to help you.”

The girl in front of me had long, straight, clear black hair that reminded me of the night sky. Her pearl-like eyes glistened like a kitten. It is a bit impolite to compare her to the models often seen in magazines, after all, she looks like the goddess of famous paintings.

“Hitotsuba?”

Hitotsuba Kaede, our school's daughter, the one who won the Grand Prix at the National High School Women's Contest and was voted the most beautiful High School girl in Japan, stood there smiling.