Looking For Murder
Shuji Tetsuya's

September 2012, in a small house in Osaka

The sound of the bottle broke, opening the silence that morning.

Pranks..

Shortly thereafter

Plaque..

"Based on useless wife !!! Give me your money !!!" A man's voice echoed.

"I don't have any more money!!" Answer a woman no less fierce.

"Lied !!!" Jerk the man.

I heard people throwing something.

Dukes..

"What are you doing, breng sek!!" The voice of the woman in pain.

"Let go of your hand, Ia lan !!" A man's voice replies to the curse.

Duk !!!

"We're a jar, you!!" Hardik the woman came back.

"That's the consequence if it gets in my way. Let me throw you out !!" Shouts the man

Silent...

"Sia lan !! Where do you keep your money, pela cur!!" Further

"I told you, I don't have any money, breng sek!!" Answer the woman back

"I can't believe !!!. Hey.. give that to me !!"

"Don't take it. It's the only thing my parents have left.!!" The woman's whining pleaded.

"Foolish time. Here give it to me, the basis of *** *** !!" The man replied that he didn't care

Plaque..

The sound of a back slap is heard

"Give me back, breng sek !!" Shouted the woman again.

The door was opened and slammed.

Footsteps were heard through the bedroom door. Shuji Tetsuya sat on the floor with his ears covered. The footsteps were getting further away.

Brak .. The front door was slammed firmly. It is a sign that the father has left their home. After the man left, Shuji rushed towards his mother's room.

Kriet's.. Open the door slowly. The dark, stuffy bedroom looked messy. Clothes in the closet, scattered on the floor. The liquor bottle was splintered in the corner of the room.

His mother was crouching on the floor near the bed. Shuji immediately ran towards the woman who had given birth to him.

"Mothers... You okay?" The woman just kept quiet. His eyes look empty. Her hair was a mess with a bruised face right here and there.

"Mothers.. Speak on. Say something" Shuji shook his mother's body, but the woman remained silent

"Mothers. Please, speak up.."

Strengthening his resolve, Shuji lifted his mother's body onto the bed. Lay it down and cover it with a blanket. Carefully, he cleaned the broken bottles scattered on the floor of the room. Clear up all the mess his father left behind.

Shuji Tetsuya is only a 3rd grader at Osaka High School, who can continue his schooling on a scholarship. His father was a drunk and a gambler. It is because of this that their family home life is in disarray. Somehow they still survive to this day.

Shuji went to the kitchen and saw their rice supply which was only a handful. With a heavy breath, he took the rice and poured it into porridge. Once finished, the porridge was put in a bowl, and he took it to his mother's room with a glass of water.

"Mothers... Here I make porridge. I ate it.." Shuji scooped up the hot porridge and blew it away.

"Mothers.. Open your mouth." The porridge inside the spoon hung in the air waiting for his mother to open her mouth.

"Mother.." There was no response from the woman. The woman simply fell silent and stared blankly at the ceiling of the room.

Shuji looks at the clock on the wall of the room, has shown it at 8 am. 1 hour later the school will start. Shuji put the bowl of porridge on the nightstand.

"Mom, I have to go to school. The porridge will be eaten." Shuji placed the bowl on the nightstand. He rushed to the bathroom, packed himself up and immediately left for school.

With the hunger in place, Shuji leaves for school. Only a bottle of mineral water could he drink to prop up his empty stomach.

Shuji leaves for school so that he is not late for class. Along the way to school, of course he was breathing with his school friends, but not one person who would like to greet him. Because he is not a rich and popular student, who became an idol of friends his age.

Sitting in the front corner of the class, Shuji opens a book, repeating past subjects while waiting for the arrival of the subject teacher. He was very afraid of his students being pulled out, if the value of his lessons dropped. He did not care about the activities of his classmates who were joking.

Today's subject is science. Bu Gina Ayumi entered the class gracefully. The originally rowdy class, suddenly quiet, as soon as heard the sound of high heels collided with the ceramic floor of the class.

Neapat .. Clot.. Clot..

The smell of citrus instantly filled the classroom. With a smile, Ayumi's teacher started her class. Explain the subject matter and give assignments. He occasionally went around class, checking on the assignments the students were working on. While touring it, he quietly left the paper on top of Shuji's book. And as if nothing had happened, Ayumi returned to her seat.

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