Sonata No Kioku
27-The problem comes again

The next night after school, I had dinner rehearsing again in my room. My mood is up now and my mood is good so I decided to train longer than usual.

In the middle of the exercise, there was a noise from an endless falling object from near the front door of the room Teresa —ibu Arata— was located.

"Die now is okay!! My Lord, I feel very happy to be surrounded by musical masterpieces of these ages!!"

Right in front of the door, Teresa clad in her brown pajamas was rolling around indistinctly on a stretch of falling music CDs. He continued to mutter with a big smile adorning his face.

"What's dead now is okay? At least before I die, leave a lot of money so I can live a quiet life, enough." My speech's flat.

I who took a deep breath decided to practice again. However, my memory has just said that a few days ago, the pile of CDs that had fallen had been cleared as per the date of its publication.

Even though I intend to reprimand her to get it cleaned up again, she definitely does not want to. So I decided to clean it up again, little by little.

"Hey, Arata~ if I die, please put the original CD Kanzaki-san in my coffin. Never play my favorite band music. If you want, just play Kanzaki-san's song, I highly recommend it. Don't forget, in the procession of my departure, please tune Paganini's classic. After hearing that, I will definitely get back up in 120 hours later.." His exclamation was long.

"That kind of thing is not necessary. Go to hell and don't come back! Didn't I tell you, if you don't drink too much? Get on your bed right there!" Tell me to pull her body from the floor to the bed.

"out of... I haven't had a drink with my ex-boyfriend in High School in a long time, hmp!... Hoekk..."

The CD-shaped masterpiece along with Teresa's only expensive sling bag gets dirty due to the sickly acidic liquid. His condition was like a man dying from drunkenness.

"Ahhhhh... Can you stop making trouble for me?! Duh, this is all to be washed." I patted the resigned jidat.

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After vomiting in the toilet, my unreliable mother returned with shaky steps and a pale face. He felt guilty for what happened to him and for the hassles I had to endure.

The reason why he got drunk today is, the cancellation of the project from his other work being journalists. Although the work of his music critics was on the ebb, he decided to become a journalist and was quite good at work.

But, suddenly the cancellation that was decided unilaterally made him angry and finally he and some of his journalist team relieve stress by drinking together.

"Down, you stink of alcohol! I did it to prevent anything else from happening worse. Please finish the lemon water and go to sleep." My words let go of his embrace.

"Why not just stop and focus on the critics?" My toot.

"can't. I've got to hang on to everything that's going on in this field, otherwise the apartment installments and everything else won't pay off." Answer with pride.

"Take this effort of mine just like your efforts are captivating Shiori-chan! By the way, you're still playing guitar, right?"

"Why bring Kanzaki-san? I still play it. Look at that one over there!" I pointed to my bus lying on the floor of the room.

"But your game still sucks, right?"

"Why are those words so cruel. I'm sorry about that, in the future I will no longer use the amplifier when playing at home.."

"Hey, don't be angry. His voice sounds bad, but it's better than the first time. Is that girl's big influence on your life?"

I was silent for a moment. The plain words he said somehow made me dizzy. "meaning?" I asked instead of avoiding answering.

"Finally, the Arata I know is anti-face with troublesome things. Especially practicing guitar, but ever since you met Shiori-chan, you've been a stranger to my eyes." He answered while sipping back his lemon water.

"Is that right??" My inner.

🌺つづく🌺

Sorry for the delay in his ups and eps being too short..

For the next eps will be up erratically according to Megane-chan's leisure schedule, thank you. Healthy always all️

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