Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Rachel's eyelids blurred to a delicious smell.

Cursorily up ahead, I can see the light of day slipping through the gaps in the curtains. Morning. And next to the bigger bed, the tease.

After blinking, I look at the clock, and Rachel opens her eyes.

I woke up completely to the numbers indicated by the needle.

"Oh, what, lie!?

I remember having unexpected trouble last night and then running around at the end of the day and coming back late at night. Isaac was just asleep first at home when he returned without making a sound, relieved and even a little disappointed, he snuck in next door and slept, not sure anyway.

My memory is broken there.

And the time now is when I usually wake up and get ready for breakfast.

"Oh no, I'm late...... Huh! Oh, I have to make breakfast - eh, Mr. Isaac!?

"Oh-ho. I was just about to wake you up."

Rachel popped out of the bedroom with her hair done by hand, solidifying into Isaac's appearance as she was transferring egg dishes from the frying pan to the wood dish.

I even wear a tight apron to see when and where I prepared it.

(Never seen it before)

While I thought so, Isaac looked at the clock on the shelf.

"It was late yesterday, but you're always at work"

"Ha... yes"

"We're running out of time eating, hurry up"

Rachel hurried back to me to wash her face and get back to herself. The outfit was a piece that didn't bother the most, pounded in lotion, applied emulsion, applied minimal makeup and got back out of the bedroom, the table had breakfast on it after all.

The way Isaac was untying the apron strings, he wouldn't disappear like smoke just moving blindly again and again.

(... not a dream)

In the middle of the table, the bread I had bought was sliced into a cage. The larger wooden dish is served with scrambled eggs, bacon and a chiseled lettuce salad with petite tomatoes.

Not really, but a decent breakfast. Isaac says "Whoever makes it is just bitter" coffee gives it a soft hot air.

"Eat fast."

Isaac, who sat down earlier, gave me a knife to butter my bread.

Nodded Rachel takes her seat besides. Isaac was spreading the newspaper as he buttered the bread and swallowed it.

This is the usual breakfast sight.

So I finally get a sense of reality.

"... Isaac, you can cook..."

"Well, I've lived alone for years."

"Yes, you are"

We started living together - i.e. on the tenth day of our newlyweds and I first found out. I'm kind of too surprised to swallow.

It must have been about three years since we met each other, but we had extremely little 'hanging on' time, so this kind of thing happens like an error.

Work enthusiastic Isaac's contact is surprisingly serious, or his lifestyle is clear.

"You're working, too, so don't try to carry me on your own. Nothing. I can do my chores, and I'm more free in time than you."

"Yeah, but"

"When we can't each other, we say. You should think about that when you can't do both. It's not like that. It's called marriage."

Without taking his eyes off the paper, Isaac says to blink. - When I say this, Isaac never sees Rachel's face.

When I saw it at hand, milk and sugar were properly prepared next to the coffee. Isaac can't put milk or sugar in his coffee.

But I knew Rachel would use it, so she put it on the table.

(... Dear Eileen, but that's just Isaac's hand cooking, you probably never ate it)

You've never even seen him in an apron.

That made me feel very happy. Simple as I am.

"Yes. I'll have it"

Eat scrambled eggs with forks.

Seasoning is salt.

"Yummy."

To the crushed Rachel, this one and Isaac raise their eyes from the newspaper.

"It's normal, you know."

Yes, it's normal not to look at each other when it's not a nice tone.

But it was very, very sweet in my mouth, I'm sure it wasn't my fault.