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Not a husband Next move
Another week has passed. I am totally healed. My body feels better than ever. Probably because all of the rest.I never rested. When I was in middle school, I worked my butt off. High school was the same. Then the experiment happened and I was dismissed.The project was scrapped so I should have been dead. But I was called a failure and they thought I would not say a word about it to anyone.I didn’t and no one would believe it in the first place. And then high school ended. I began working even harder. But my parents ran off on me.I was sold and became married. Got divorced because many things happened. And I escaped from this country because the government was hunting me.I spent five whole years traveling and sometimes working as a part time assassin. And now, I am getting a much deserved rest. I have reunited with my wife whom I thought had divorced me but she didn’t. My childhood friend who was actually in love with me.And my good friend who saved my butt in India. And even my
Not a husband Reunion and revelation
Another day has passed. I am totally fine now. But since I have nowhere to go, I am staying in the hospital. The doctor permitted it. But I am paying the room fee so I am not freeloading.I contacted Mr. M yesterday and he said that he will be here today. I know that he will be but when? He didn’t give me a time.Monga is sitting beside my bed. He is restless. Because he will also meet Mr. M after a long time. “Calm down. He will come.”“I know but the thought of meeting him again gives me the shivers.” (Monga)Monga and Mr. M don’t get along well. They once had a huge argument and it ended up becoming a fistfight. Monga is tough and strong. He was an amateur boxer in his youth. So you can say that he is fairly skilled with his fists.But Mr. M beat him to a pulp. Because Mr. M was a practitioner of Karate and a few other martial arts. So just an amateur boxer wouldn’t stand a chance against him. Mr. M taught me how to fight. Well, I couldn’t become a master but I do have to say tha
Not a husband Settling in
I have been discharged from the hospital. It has been a week already. Now all that is left is to break into my new house.And the trouble at that time was settled quite easily. It looked like a big trouble but it actually wasn’t.It went like this.I looked at Monga and Masato. We are ready to face the enemy. Ariel, Mona and Shizuka are sitting where they were.Probably because of their past and recent experiences, they have gained a resistance to this kind of situation. But what will come? Where will they come out from?“Akito, they are coming through the door.” (Monga)Monga’s statement brought me back from my thoughts. So they are coming through the front door.And the door was opened. A man entered. Dressed casually with his glasses on. But he gave off an unnatural feeling. “Subject no. 1002, Akito, we have come to retrieve you.” He said. I am stunned at his directness. He directly called me by my serial number and told me what he’s here for.“I thought you guys scraped the proj
Not a husband A run in
I just bought Masato’s house. The money has been transferred and we will get the official procedures done quickly too.I have informed them about this as well. They demanded the address from me and I gave it to them. If I hadn’t, something bad would have happened.Now then, I should go and buy a few drinks. Although, it’s just noon. I was leaving the house and I ran into a familiar face. A face I would rather not see again. Remember that one person I was avoiding alongside Mona, that’s her. She is also one my elementary school classmate. I can’t call her a friend as I never spoke to her unless necessary.But Ariel got along fine with her. And she was also in the same middle school and high school with us. She is currently a police officer with whom I flirted to get away from her.I was entering the house next door. It was a similar house to Masato’s.A lot of houses in this area are similar. A traditional Japanese house with similar features. This gave off the old and sophisticated
Not a husband Am I cursed with troubles?
It took us a while to explain everything properly? For whatever reason, Tsubasa is sitting with us in my house. Which is somewhat bothersome! Because I am totally fine with it but the ladies are kind of on edge.“Akito, brace for impact. Another trouble approaching.” (Masato)“Don’t say it. When you say it, it happens.”Whenever he predicts something bad, it really happens. I was already tired of hearing those. But what can I do?I just prepare myself and I hear the sound of doorbell.“I’ll get it.” I go to see who has come. I walk through the long hallway and open the door. It’s Monga. Je has Rachel with him.“How did you know I was here?” “Fool. You said it yourself. I am here to visit you.” (Monga)Ahh…. I told everyone that I would be with Masato. So this is the only possible place.I bring them in. “Yo! I thought you’d never come. (Masato)“I came. I heard that Akito bought this house. But why did you sell so cheap?” (Monga)“I have plenty of money. I don’t need more.” (Masato
Not a husband Let’s explain
Today we are gathered here. In this house which is currently mine. The reason even I don’t know. I was just staying at Masato’s house and bought it. Then I told Ariel, Mona and Shizuka about this house. They came soon and started questioning. But I did leave the house to prepare for the guests. In that time, my now neighbor, came to visit. She is someone I was avoiding but being neighbors, it was bound to happen at some point. I gave up and just went with the flow.Then Monga showed up with Rachel. That wasn’t the end of it and someone new came as well.I didn’t want him to stand the door so I brought him in and now we are here. Thankfully, Masato has big table which is why everyone is sitting at the table.I don’t want to announce the seating order as it would be chaotic.Now let’s focus on today’s agenda. “So Matthew, why are you here?” I ask Matthew. The young guy with a refreshing smile and a handsome face. He is Monga’s son and Rachel’s older brother. He is a bit tan but that
Not a husband A trip down the memory lane-1
I know this will sound kind of weird but I will tell my backstory first. Because, the author can’t unravel it little by little and telling it will help prevent any misunderstandings. Everyone is gathered here. All the related and unrelated people are here.So where to begin? I think and I should start from the very beginning. Of course not everyday but a summary from my past would be better. I will be the narrator.My birth was normal. I think it was normal. The earliest memories I have are of my parents. But that’s not something so memorable.My parents more or less unqualified to raise a child. Why did they decide to give birth is a mystery? Even I haven’t figured it out.It was probably when I was four, my father hit me. And not just hit, he HIT me. Imagine, a four year old being slapped at full force by an adult. It wasn’t so nice. Worse than that was that my mother was cheering him on.My mistake was that I had eaten a candy. I got that candy from someone but I can’t remember who
Not a husband A trip down the memory lane-2
There are some inconsistencies in my memory. I can’t put it together but I feel that my memories are a mess. So where was I? Ah…the mystery lunchbox.I started getting a second lunchbox from someone other than Ariel. Just having one lunchbox was enough to give me strength but the extra one boosted my strength.I started feeling even better. Probably because I got twice the food. I never tried searching for the person who gave me the other one. If someone is helping you discreetly, just accept it. Don’t be a jerk and try to find the person.My first year of middle school wasn’t very exciting. I ate only at lunch. Because no food was waiting for me at home. My studies were not going well. Probably because I am an idiot. I never tried to study for once.I barely got the passing marks and continued. But many things changed. The once prim and proper Ariel is now a delinquent. And yet, she cooks me those meals.How did I understand? The taste changed midway through. The lunchbox I used to g