Routine

Night, around 9'o clock. A street with no vehicles or passersby, only streetlights lighting up the road which appears empty and silent, well almost.

Inside an private house which seemed quite unassuming, bickering between two people could be heard. A middle-aged couple are arguing with each other.

"Ah, I knew it. How could you ever do what I asked you to do? It's because of you and your father that I'm here having to deal with all this shit!" Exclaimed the man.

"What did you say? Is it because of me? Hah, If it weren't for me, would you even be living a respectable life like this? Also stop bringing my dead father into this, otherwise..." Retorted the woman.

"Otherwise what?" The man pressed.

As they were arguing with each other over issues that God knows what. There you can also see a kid trying to do his homework on the sofa amidst the chaos, indicating that it's nothing more than a daily occurrence in his life.

That kid is about 13 years old. With fair skin, wavy black hair that is average in length, along with black eyes, wearing a sky blue t-shirt and 3/ 4 black pants.

'haa, I lost count on the times they had argued about this very same topic over the years' the kid sighed inwardly.

"You're the one who's drunk and causing a scene here." shouted the woman.

As the fight escalated, they started shouting at each other. Hurdling curses, bringing up the issues that happened and were resolved years back.

After some intense exchange, they both lost their motivation as they realized that they had already talked about...no, argued and shouted about all the issues they could remember but 'surprisingly' had already forgotten about the reason for their ongoing fight.

"Haa. Sorry, honey. It's my fault, but you were the one that started it. No?" the man shamelessly apologized to his wife with a slight smile.

"Keep your sorry to yourself. If I ever speak to you again, I am not my father's child." the woman replied in an almost crying voice.

The man helplessly shrugged. He knows that they will start speaking usual again tomorrow. 

"Finished homework?" He asked his son.

"Mm" the boy gave a thumbs up.

"Oh, it's already late. Tell me what you want, we will buy dinner outside today."

After that, both father and son went outside and bought dinner for themselves and also for the mom who was sulking.

'Mm, today seems to be a good day. They appear to have made up already.' thought the boy.

The name of the boy is Edwin. Whereas his parents' names are Mark and Maya. They have been married for 22 years now, and Edwin is their only child.

After the dinner, Mark went to sleep while Maya yet to sleep. One might think of it as inconsiderate of him. But it's just how things work between them. Maya wouldn't eat as long he is sitting there, so it's the best course of action.

As Edwin tried to sneak outside to play with his dog, Mayuri. He felt his mothers' pair of deadly eyes hawking at him, without a single thought or delay he changed his direction and went straight to bed.

Midnight, around 12.

Edwin sleeping in his bed is currently having a dream where he is in the bathroom. While he pulled down his pants and relishing on that comfortable wet feeling.

'hm? Wet feeling?'

Then it hit him. Waking up abruptly, he could see the dump spot on his bed. Cursing himself he stood up and went to the bathroom.

While going back to bed. He could hear his mother gulping down the food they bought for dinner while watching t.v..

'She could've just ate with us while it was hot.' he thought though he knew his mother would've heated it up.

As used he is to this scenario, he can't help but think back to the times when he tried to resolve the fight between his parents only to be blamed as the main reason behind their obvious egoistic fights. At those times, he couldn't process their words. He just couldn't help it other than feeling shock, anger along with helplessness over their remarks.

He'd been looking at his parents' fight ever since he could remember. Unlike kids of his age who can't wait to go home, he comes home from school every day in fear of what fight they are going to have. So basically, it has become a part of his routine.

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