My Adopted Family

"Whoa… … ."

After coming out the door, I pressed my chest and sighed deeply to calm my racing heart. 

My feelings were complicated as I went down the elevator alone.

I don't know if this was the best. As a man, there may be times when I have to force myself to take a step forward.

But if I did something like that, it would definitely have hurt my mom. I will become a bastard who repays the favor of raising me with a vengeance.

That's not what I want. It may be a pipe dream, but I want my whole family to be happy.

Especially mom.

So, I plan to wait until my mom calms down.

What if she doesn't allow it until the end? Then, I have no choice but to wait forever. Moreover, I shouldn't be scum and think about my older sister or younger sister. I shouldn't go play three of them like a scumbag.

"Cali, sorry for making you wait."

When I returned to the underground parking lot, I found Cali sleeping quietly in the back seat of the car.

Perhaps because she was drunk, Cali fell into a very deep sleep. Even if I shook her awake, she wouldn't wake up.

"Cali, wake up for a moment, Can I carry you on my back?"

No matter how many times I called, there was no response. 
So, I rode the elevator, carrying Cali, who was completely lying down on my back. I was glad I got the card key in advance.

"Ahmm… … Mr. Ryker… … ."

"Cali, Come to your senses."

While taking the elevator up, Cali came to her senses. No, to say she came to her senses was short of it. Because she could barely communicate.

"Mr. Ryker… … You seem to be on good terms with your mother?"

"Yes? Ah, yes. Well... … I think it's much better than the average mother-son relationship." 

"Huh, huh huh. I can't do it, I, I didn't know, I was such a simple girl. I never thought it would turn out like this, I'm jealous of your relationship with mother."

Cali's arm wrapped around my neck became tighter. 

I don't know what happened between her and her mother that she was jealous of; it's something else. Her words didn't make much sense, so I didn't care about it.

"Cali, your house was number 626, right?"

When I got off on the 6th floor, and asked this, she suddenly started struggling.

"Ugh, Just take me down. I can go alone from here... … ."

"What do you mean? After getting drunk like that."

"Just drop me off in front of the front door. I'll go in when I sober up..."

"What nonsense."

But that stubbornness was short-lived, and Cali fell asleep again like a doll whose batteries had run out.

I guess Cali doesn't want to have me in the house. As expected, she would be reluctant to let a man she met for the first time into her house.

However, as she said, it is not possible to leave her down in the hallway like this.

"Sorry. Cali. I swear I won't do anything, so please allow me."

When I went to room 626 and put her card key on the door lock, the door opened.

I stepped inside the front door, carrying Cali on my back. 

"Huh? What?"

When I saw the view of the house reflected under the automatically turned-on lights, I was speechless.

There was an apartment there, just as it looked at first, without any of the usual interior furniture.

There were only a few large cardboard boxes piled up in each room.

It couldn't possibly be seen as an inhabited house. 

"Let's find the bedroom first."

I decided to first put down the baggage on my back.

But even if I searched every room in the house, I couldn't find a bed.

"Is this really the place?"

The smallest of the six rooms.

There was a shabby pink blanket spread on the floor of the only room with curtains.

It was a blanket that was retro enough to believe that she had been using it since middle school.

Considering the situation, this is probably the bedroom. I laid Cali down on the shabby blanket and supported her head with an equally shabby pillow.

Then I took off her coat and hung it on a hanger. I swear I didn't touch anything else.

That should be enough. I think I have done my duty.

But as I looked around the house, I couldn't help but stop walking.

What kind of family is this?

I have never seen such a desolate house with nothing in it.

Does it make sense that the Actress Calista has no TV or PC in her house? Fortunately, there was a refrigerator running in the kitchen, but the only contents were a bottle of bottled water that had been around for some time.

An actress who looked so glamorous on TV is actually living such a sloppy life. What on earth do agencies and managers do? Is it okay to manage your actress like this?

Since she was living in such an unhealthy environment, I felt that there was no way she could succeed in acting or anything else.

I flopped down on the spot. Then, I turned on my smartphone and searched for Jar Calista.

Jar Calista. 25 years old. Actress.

The empty family section below was particularly noticeable.

I turned off my smartphone and lay down in my seat.

What do I do? To be honest, I should have gone back, but there was something stopping me.

Is my mother awake? If so, is she waiting for me? What will happen after I meet her?

As such thing were on my mind, I didn't had much desire to go back house.

I rubbed the floor with my palm, feeling uncomfortable for some reason. Then, dust that had been accumulating on my palm for some time, I don't know, came out.

"This… … I need to start cleaning."

I pressed my smartphone again and sent a text message to my mom.

『Mom. I think I'll be a little late today. Don't wait, sleep first.』

It looks like tonight, I'm going to clean this house to pass the time.