The bus stopped at a stop near her house, she walked down the aisle. The surroundings of his house are quiet, but there are several houses that he passes that are also inhabited.
Angel climbed the stairs pressing the pin of his house, when he opened the door he saw his family gathered.
His mother's father was watching a TV show, his sister was playing in a car, he didn't see the bridge of his brother's nose.
"I've come home, honey, I've cooked some side dishes at the table upstairs and changed your clothes first
Don't forget to wash your legs and feet." mother with her shrill voice but every tone sounded worried and affectionate, this atmosphere is what makes Angel never tired when she comes home from work, welcomed warmly.
"Come on, don't be silent at the door, it's like you're playing cosplay so it's just a statue." The joking father who smiled broadly stared at his son for a moment and continued his spectacle.
"Yes, I want to take off my shoes."
Angel walked through the living room up to the second floor. To be honest, his family cannot be said to be rich but they are enough for the needs of life, his father and mother are the owners of a restaurant not far from this house.
The first thing he saw when he opened the door, the bed was not big but enough for him to rest next to it was a study table. A book is neatly arranged on the shelf, there are family photos on it and a computer given by my brother as a birthday gift.
On the right side is a wardrobe, and a few piles of cardboard on top. The shade of the girl's room in general is pink, not too tacky in color, even though Angel doesn't really like that color but also doesn't hate it.
Angel stepped in and placed her bag on the table, throwing her body onto the mattress with her stomach in a prone position. Today, a slightly tiring day than usual.
He is still reeling from the sudden incident that followed his name, even though it is also his obligation.
According to him, before making a decision to find out the truth, the person who is actually innocent is made a victim in a matter that he really does not know.
It's not whiny, but it feels like every time there is a problem of him being a suspect while he doesn't know, this is like going back to the past where the beginning of himself was avoided exactly like today's incident. He was slandered so that everyone blamed him without asking.
Angel always wanted to defend herself, but when she wanted to speak up, everyone seemed to want to hear anything from her. That's why he always keeps his mouth shut in meetings, even if he has to be blamed.
Not wanting to drag on late, Angel gets up and goes into the bathroom to clean herself and change clothes. He came out in black shorts and a white T-shirt, his hair slicked back with a little bit of hair falling out
When he went down the last step, he saw his brother who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa while playing with his cellphone.
"Daddy, where are you, bang?"
Bastian raised his head and glanced at Angel for a moment.
"It's like they don't know, they've slept a lot. Noh see what time it is."
"A Tale of Love."
"It smells bad." A little joking
"It's not clear that you're going to be able to sit alone in the living room, but you usually go back to the room and go straight to the room." While walking at the dinner table.
"I like it, netizens are forbidden to comment." He said while standing. "Eat a lot of jelly, worms, worms in the stomach, ask for nutrition." he mocked while opening the door of the room and closing it quietly, afraid that the house people would disturb.
"You are a good mother," she said, "and she is very good at everything. It's a little sad. Angel plans to live in a dormitory near the office, too far for him to go back and forth from the office.
But this plan has not been known by my father, because tomorrow Saturday may be discussed. And tomorrow he will also move so on Monday he won't bother taking care of everything.
After eating he immediately went upstairs, before going to bed he cleaned his face first and put on some skincare.