Irrational.
"So Estelle is my friend."
"For a friend, you seemed pretty friendly.
Pity. I can't believe I'm triple-stranded. "
After breaking up with Estelle and accompanying her on a walk with Gonske and Dombeye, when I got home, my sister put me in the front seat and I was preaching for some reason.
Apparently, I misled my sister about Estelle, so I ran out of words to try to solve that misunderstanding, but my sister has no ears to listen to.
"Three strands."
"So, who's destined and who's keeping?
No one is destiny, nor is it keeping.
"... Li, Rio,"
I had no choice, so I honestly said the name of my destiny.
That's all, I don't lie.
"It's a love that won't come true, so you tried to get it done with another girl?
"In your sister, what kind of scumbag am I?
"Three strands, no one's fate, a scumbag guy treating me like I'm playing"
He returns my question.
Anyway, I'll have to deny it.
Because what my sister thinks is untrue.
But don't make excuses to argue poorly, don't ask me not to triple strand.
Well, how do I explain it?
With that in mind, my father went home.
When he comes to us arguing in the living room, he makes a frightened voice.
"Another fight? I never get tired of you guys."
"Not again!
My sister gives it back reflexively.
"'Cause Dad, listen to me!!
He's a scumbag, isn't he?
My father laughs bitterly, listening to my sister.
For a while, he was the father I was listening to, but his face gradually pulled away.
"Be halfway nice to a girl who doesn't even mean it in the first place, and which mouth says you don't like that shit!
My father's complexion turns blue with a bitter smile.
Eventually,
"As it were, well, youth is the one.
Don't you have to stand around like that?
Did I even think about it?
Behind that kind of father, my mother, who had finished shopping for dinner and came home, told me to squeal softly as she passed by.
"I can't compete with blood. Hey.
Well, I agree you're not sincere.
If you're my friend, I want you to take care of that distance. "
My father's face blued even more, like that of a prisoner on death row just before he was executed.
Gonske and Dombeye wait well in front of the bait dish as my mother returns home.
Pong came from nowhere.
My mother shrugged even more as she prepared and fed the bait dish for three.
"Really, there's something weird about parents and kids."
And my grandmother came there and started working with my mother on dinner support.
Is my mother letting go of things like this?
I was raised by that pompous, pompous Fol.
I can't ask because they're shutting me down.
As I casually look at my mother, I start to let my nose soothe.
"Mr. Hazki, a cold?
Later, I'll give you the medicine. "
I noticed that, my grandmother, who was making vegetable stir-fry beside me, asked me,
"Oh, no, I'm a little musty.
Thank you, mother-in-law. "
That's what I was answering.