Why We Married?

Families

Bruuuk....

I woke up in the middle of the night when I heard a thump in front of the house.

With a shunt, I let my body step outside the house against drowsiness.

Upon arriving at the door, I saw a terrible sight that I had encountered almost every day.

"Ahh.sial.my head hurts!" Said the man who even smelled of fishy blood with a full blotchy facial condition.

"Keep away you bangs*t. I told you not to touch me if you don't have money!" Reply to the woman next to him who is in a state of severe drunkenness.

I patted my own eel while shaking.

God fucking. Can't I just live quietly for a day with these bastards.

It all started 3 years ago. My memory stopped the day I was in the hospital badly injured with bandages everywhere.

Nothing I remember at all, because when I woke up, I was alone with a strange place.

They say I am Indonesian because the language I use is Indonesian, they suspect I am a foreign tourist who traveled to Japan and then had an accident during the trip.

Shortly after I came to my senses, a man came and hugged me as if he knew me. But at the time I asked about his relationship with me. He said he was wrong and left without looking back. It was very clear at the time that he knew me well.

After his presence that day, he never came back to the hospital and left me alone for a few weeks.

But by the time my health gradually recovered, and my body had begun to be able to move. These two people showed up and declared that they knew me.

Shin Tanaka and Mia Tanaka. They're both brothers.

Although I initially doubted the testimony of those who said that I was their half-sister to a widow whom their father had married, I had no choice but to believe. After all, in a strange place I didn't know was added to by my memory of disappearing. Who can I count on besides these two people.

I followed and followed despite being suspicious. They don't look like good brothers. Exactly like the thugs selling kidneys, or pimping female sellers into striped-nose men.

They both taught me Japanese for half a year, and introduced me to the people around them as a new member of their family.

They are two brothers with the typical kindest person and loving to their fellow brothers, they love me even though I am different.

But there is one thing that bothers me during life with both of them, namely his profession.

Shin Tanaka is the head thug who leads this region. His body is small, thin, his height is only a few centis different from my height, likes to wear a ribbon T-shirt, pomade smell and the road is a bit like a grouse in circumcision. But recently I saw the SD children imitate the crab-like way of walking, and afterwards I found out that such a path symbolizes the powerful, either because of his culture or something else. I'm too early to know.

Shin was a very feared frontman in this region. Behind his thin, dry body was a great strength. I've seen him fight with market thugs once when he was with me shopping. The market thug couldn't take it when his shirt was splashed by the fish water I caught from the basin, the thug bullied me and asked for compensation. Shin who saw it was angry and immediately beat up the thug alone. The market thug was knocked down with just a few blows in his vitals. And all the market residents who saw Shin defeat the man just fell silent without daring to get close.

Mia is a brother who loves her sisters very much, she is willing to do anything for both of us. One day, he couldn't get a customer for weeks and only ate the leftovers we ate. He always reasoned if he was on a diet or had eaten outside to make us not worry about his condition. In the early hours of the morning Shin and I woke up, we saw Mia eating the leftover rice that was in the ricecooker, and eating it voraciously. Unknowingly my tears welled up, and at that very moment I was determined to look after this family for the rest of my life.

And I, my name is Sada Tanaka. The two of them called me by that name when they first met at the hospital. And I still remember what happened back then, even though I felt awkward not recognizing them both, but the gaze they gave at that moment was filled with warmth. As if giving me a green grass after being tossed around for too long in the sand.

I am a NEET or Not in Education Employment, or Training. Which is interpreted as a cool term unemployment that has no job in the country. More like a family burden.

But the cause of all this is not without reason. Because all I remember for most of the rest of my life, all I did was apply for a job, and strangely all of it was rejected for no apparent reason.

I once applied for a job at a restaurant but was rejected on the grounds that my face was not aesthetic, no matter what it means, I also did not understand. I had also applied in a shopping mall, but they rejected me on the grounds that my voice was less cute when mimicking the howling of a dog, no matter what the howling of a dog by working in a store, was, but the owner said it was one of the absolute requirements if you want to work in that place. And in the shoe factory, they rejected me for not being able to blow bubbles out of the old water, damn, what crazy person would want to do something like that, and then at the fish market, fruit harvesting place, crab peeler, laundry place, road sweeper, scrap mopping, to clam porters. They all rejected me for strange and absurd reasons.

Of all the things I've tried, there's nothing I've never tried so I finally chose to give up and become unemployed. All I can do is breathe and take care of these two lousy people.

They are both the scum mascots of society who are most hated and loved at the same time.

For Shin he was able to do things that others could not do, such as being the head of a gang for example. He holds fast to principles, justice always accompanies everyone without exception. Powerless underworld communities need a protector who guards their senses from those who do their best to plunder the weak for personal gain, but being the leader of the territory always causes trouble here and there because of the power problem.

And for Mia. The night worker woman is a hero to the lonely man, people who have no income and choose to be a woman at night are people who contribute to reducing stress and suicide for old bachelors or someone who is left behind their partner. But on the one hand, also increase the impact of hatred against them because it can damage the harmony of the household.

But to me, they are both my blood and my bones. They were the most precious human beings in my life after my memory was lost. Until the day my memory returns, I want to love and protect them both.

"Huh..fuck it, you two can compact troublesome me in the middle of the night like this!" My gertutuku stood between the two of them.

"You who. The mountain-wearing spirit that every night appears in my dreams huh!" Reply Mia who had vomited many times in front of the house.

"It looks like my skull is cracked!" Suffered the same Shin bod*h while holding his head that continues to bleed.

"Where do I see!" Said Mia who suddenly sat down and held Shin's head.

I approached looking at the stupid behavior of the two of them.

"Ohh.calm down, this can be on the glue. Hold on, I'll take it inside!!" He said in the voice of someone standing up.

But just a step he walked. Mia immediately collapsed kissing the wall.

"Geechan!" Call Shin.

"Ahhh.shit!" My murmurs are massaging the temples.

I helped Mia stand up and pushed Shin into the house. And again, a long night for me, just started.