Chapter 49: 50-conflict

Is it right for high school boys to enter a high school girl's house or room?

Of course, there is no legal problem.

As long as they do not do anything to offend the residents, it should not be a problem.

However.

Common sense says no.

It may be somewhat amusing for several people to get together and play under the name of "friends," but for one high school boy to step into a high school girl's house is considered to be out of the realm of friends, and Nostradamus said that it is a very bad thing.

The most frightening thing is that your classmates or other students of the same school will see you. This will seriously kill you. At this sensitive age, even the slightest thing can lead to a lot of speculations and propagation of impossible stories. The trouble is that you have to explain every single thing in order to excuse yourself. It takes a lot of extra effort.

In addition, Alina is a mother and a child. Her mother would be worried. If her only daughter brings a stranger into the house, she will not like it. I don't want her to feel that way, and I don't want to create an opportunity for her to dredge up her bitter past. I don't want to cause her to dig up her bitter past, because she might have to explain that she is a mother and a child, just to make me feel better.

I didn't want to cause such an awkward situation for both of us. But I thought it would be too much to refuse, and in the end, the scales tilted in favor of Alina.

I left school side by side with Alina.

I feel itchy. We used to hang out together after school, but the prospect of a romantic comedy is too much for me to bear.

A long silence follows.

The sound of cars driving and leaves rustling in the wind are heard over the din. I chuckled, thinking that it was because I was nervous.

What are you laughing at?

'I'm nervous about going into a girl's room.'

'You don't look like you've ever been in there before.'

'No, I've been in many times.

'What?

She rolled her eyes and gawked. I think this guy's facial expressions have been getting more varied lately.

'Could it be, Shirana?

'Idiot. It's my sister's room.

Yes, my sister is a girl. Of course she is. If she says she's not a girl, I'll fry her. No insults.

It's misleading to say I've been in there many times, so I'll correct it to say I go in there when I'm called.

I've never been in Hakuna's room. That's just wrong. I was shaking my head, wondering what this perverted woman was thinking, when my bag flew into my side. To be precise, Alina hit it like a hammer throw with the help of centrifugal force. The force of the blow was controlled by the fact that she said, 'I'm trying to keep you from falling down here! I think there is an element of tsundere in this.

On a related note, I got into trouble when I entered my sister's room without permission. There were quite a few books on my bookshelf, but all of them were upside down. The head of the bed was upside down, and the small desk was upside down with its legs stretched out on the ceiling. The carpet was upside down. It was a simple harassment, but it was a pain in the ass to fix it, so I decided not to enter my sister's room again without permission. Next time, everything would be dismantled.

After that, I took a train while talking with Alina and finally arrived at the Nippa's house after a short walk.

It was a perfectly normal house. But knowing that it was Alina's house made me flinch a little.

Come to the front door! I'll call the police.

'I'm afraid that's what's going to happen in the end.

'Just get on with it.

Reluctantly, I entered the off-limits area of the Nippa house.

The smell of other people's houses is different and fresh. After saying "excuse me for disturbing you," I took off my shoes and noticed that there was another pair of shoes besides Alina's leather shoes. I was convinced that her mother was there.

'Wait, Alina!

A small voice called out.

''What?''

'Is your mother here ......?'

'Yes. I'm off work today.'

I'm not prepared.

I had assumed that the two of us would wait for their mother to return home, so I was nervous about this unexpected turn of events.

Are you meeting her right now?

'Yes, but...'

It's Alina. She may be a mother you can easily talk to, but to me she is the ultimate stranger. A mother who doesn't know me would definitely be nervous. Alina doesn't understand the horror of having an unknown man in a situation where it's just two women. Her trust in me is another story.

'Alina, first of all, you must explain to your mother that I am your friend. I don't want to scare her.

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'I don't know what you mean by the second half.'

'Anyway. Anyway, please take care.'

He nodded vaguely, though he didn't seem convinced. I decided to be very down-to-earth and polite.

Alina took me into the living room. Alina's mother was sitting there with a newspaper spread out.

I recognized her at first glance. She looked so much like Alina and was so beautiful that I could hardly believe she was a living being.

'Mom, I'm home.

Welcome home. You are...'

Alina! You say "friend" properly!

I tried to imagine sending out a signal. I've never emitted a radio wave before, so to the casual observer I probably looked like a high school boy scowling at me. That's how desperate I am.

My friend Comet Sakakiki. Weird guy.

'Wait a minute, Alina-san. That's terrible.'

'Because ...... is just weird.

'We can come up with something more. This is just a pervert, isn't it? ......'

I didn't have high expectations, but I'm really glad I didn't. It's ruined.

But your mother giggled, so maybe it was all for the best.

'Hello, comet. I'm Alina's mother.

I'm sorry I'm late. My name is Comet Sakakiki. I'm sorry for interrupting you so abruptly. I came here empty-handed.

It's okay. Don't be so self-conscious.

Alina's mother was a very beautiful woman. Very elegant, with a straight back just like Alina's. She had the same twitchy nose and jewel-like eyes as her mother. I thought to myself, "Beautiful women come from beautiful people.

Alina's mother used to work as a model. I agreed. She would look right at home in a magazine or on TV. She has that kind of atmosphere.

Is he Alina's boyfriend?

No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm really just a friend.

I had done nothing wrong, but an irrational desire to kill came up behind me in a flash. He wouldn't do it in front of his mother, but he would stab me from behind when I left the house and walked a few dozen meters. I wish I could have lived another 20 years.

'Mom, I need to talk to you.

Alina muttered in a clear voice. The mood to drop jokes has disappeared and Alina's mother, sensing the atmosphere, takes her hand away from the newspaper.

Alina put down her bag and took a seat across from her mother. She beckoned me to sit next to her. I obeyed like a machine and sat down. It was an uncomfortable scene, just like the 'asking permission from parents to get married' scene you see in TV dramas. Oh my God, I want to go home.

Your mother probably thinks that there is something to talk about in relation to your love life. I hated that she thought so. She must have thought of me at least once as 'the man who came for his only daughter. That's why they're so careful. I don't like that.

"Mom, I don't want you to be surprised, okay?

'What's wrong, Alina?

That 'don't be surprised' sounds really weird too. Maybe I'm overthinking it.

'Actually, I--'

She was at a loss for words.

I know the rest of the story. I'm not the Alina my mother knew, or I have a dual personality.

I want to encourage her to hang in there, but I don't want her to get stuck there. It's hard to see your mother's face. She must be thinking about everything, wondering what happened to me and Alina. In the extreme, I don't know why I'm here.

I'm pregnant.

I'm sure your mother would have expected such a shocking confession from a high school couple. So for my own sake, Alina, hang in there. That's not what I'm here for anymore, Alina... but for the sake of my innocence...

Alina, it's okay.

It's okay, say it. Say it now. I'm in pain too. Your mother's worried look pierced my heart.

Alina puts her hand on her chest and exhales heavily. Tell me now, please.

I reassure her again in a soft, quiet voice that nothing is lost.

Determined, Alina looks up and meets her mother's eyes.

I'm not the me you know, but the other me. I'm the other me. I'm a dual personality, I am.

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