Carb Sears (R) 80

Chapter 80 – Gap.

Medea was restless as she kept going back and forth from place to place. Having watched Heath take her girl away after dinner, she waited for Belka to return.

“Why did you call me?”

Medea could not calm down because the only reason her father could think of to call her girl was that she resembled her mother. There was no guarantee that the situation she was concerned about would happen, but she couldn’t help but feel like it. While she was trembling with anxiety, she heard a knock on the door, and Medea threw the door open.

“Miss Belka!”
“Evil!”

Medea widened her eyes at the sound of something hitting her against the door she had opened. At her door, Belka, who had been called by her father, was looking down at her with her surprised eyes. At the end of her gaze was Usher, who sat down clutching her nose.

“Are you all right now?”
“Ghmm, it still hurts a bit.”

Medea let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Usher occupying her couch and lying on her girl’s lap and being nursed by her. She only bumped her nose against the door, and it wasn’t that she didn’t want to complain about what was so rude, but she said anyway, and it was she who forcefully opened the door without saying anything. It was a mistake she wouldn’t have made normally, but it was something she made without realizing it because of her nervousness. Because of her, she let him into her room, which she hadn’t originally intended to do.

“Did you really want to come into my room like that?”
“It’s nothing to do with you even if you don’t take Belka!”

Usher huffed as she grumbled at her in a voice that wasn’t even on her mind. Medea asked, even though she thought that somehow she was heated by that.

“So Belka is sleeping with me, so what did Usher come for?”
“She said Belka was called by your dad, so I waited and she came to take me here.”

At his words, she reminded Medea of ​​a fact she had forgotten for a moment.

“Ah, yes! Belka! What did your father call you for?”

When she hurriedly asked, the girl tilted her head rather curiously.

“I’ll give you a reward, so I asked you to be your conversation partner.”
“My conversation partner…?”

At her completely unexpected words, Medea recalled things she had briefly forgotten. Until now, Medea had no one she could call her friend. Perhaps for this reason, her father often paid money to hire a child of her age as a conversation partner or maid of honor. What the kids did was simple. She acted as a friend to play with and talk with Mediah. The results weren’t very good. After all, she said that Medea had been alone up until now.

Then she recalled that when her father talked about Belka and Usher over a meal with her, she said he thought it would be okay to talk to them. After her last and worst parting with her hired child, her father had never given Medea much to talk to. So, she had been forgetting about it for a while.

“… I wonder if she’s been paying attention all along.”
“?”

As Mediah murmured softly, Belka looked at her curiously, and she smiled.

“What do you think of Belka-san? That you’re my conversation partner.”

Medea wanted to speak as casually as possible, but she couldn’t help the trembling at the end of her words. After all, the kids who were hired that way were always the same. At first, she seemed to be friendly with her, but from a certain point on, she became jealous and harassed her, and then she was caught by someone else and left. It never occurred to her that her girl would be like that, but it occurred to her that maybe she was the opposite. Maybe she didn’t want to be her friend in the first place.

Everyone did. Everyone came to see only her Mediah status and her father, but no one thought of her as a child, and she was accustomed to being betrayed by her child, whom she thought was even a little close to. So, thinking that she had nothing to say even if she was rejected, she was when Medea closed her eyes and waited for Belka’s answer. She felt a hand gently caressing her cheek. When she opened her eyes, just looking at her, her sweet golden light was looking at her.

“It’s okay not to be scared. You’re a lovable child. Rather, I want to ask you. Would it be okay for me to be your friend?”

Medea laughed as her heart, melted in the warm light of her comforting her, seemed to spill out. It becomes her tears so she doesn’t get out.

“Yes!”

There was no way she could refuse her sweet offer. But she didn’t realize that there was someone looking at her with displeasure.

“Belka.”
“Wow!?”

Usher, who was lying on her girl’s lap, suddenly stood up from her seat and called her name, and he lightly kissed Belka, who turned around, so that she could hear her side. Whether it was Belkhana who received her kiss, or Medea, who was watching her, she just stared at him with a surprised face, and Usher shouted with her blushing face as she couldn’t hide her shame even after she did it.

“I’ll tell you! Belka is mine!”

After leaving those words, Usher opened the door and left as if running away. And in the flowing silence, the girl’s face turned red and Mediah burst into laughter.

“Ahahahahaha!”

For a while, laughter did not stop in her room. After the evening passed, the sun that had been setting over the horizon finally disappeared and darkness settled outside the window, and the time to sleep came. Medea smiled at her Belka lying next to her.

“Uhuhu, to be loved like that. I really envy you.”
“Oooh, don’t make fun of me.”

The girl curled up in the softly glowing candle that had not yet been extinguished. Her Belka looked so much like her mother that she had slept without thinking about it yesterday, but Medea thought how long it had been since she slept with someone like this in the same bed. After her mother died, she had no one but one. Even that one person wasn’t her father, though he was an opponent she couldn’t meet anymore. As always, she held a teddy bear in her arms, which had been placed above the bed.

“Why is that?”

Medea asked at the golden light staring at her blankly.

“From whom?”
“Oh, this.”

Only then did Medea realize that at the end of Belka’s gaze, there was a teddy bear she was holding. She has it by her bedside, but not always. She sometimes sleeps in her arms.

“I don’t remember very well, but I remember getting it from my mother.”

When I ran my hand over her teddy bear, I felt the texture of the fur, a bit rough rather than soft enough to give an idea of ​​how old it was. To be honest, compared to the other dolls I’ve received since then, she’s worn out and rough in many ways. She is ugly and full of scars because she sometimes has her broken parts sewn up, but this is the only doll she sleeps with. Then, a good idea came to my mind.

“Belka. Can she sleep with Belka?”

It wasn’t that she hated this doll, but she was frankly not without a rough feeling. Now she was also a size too small for her.

“That.”
“It won’t, will it?”

As if hesitating at his words, the girl avoided her gaze and eventually nodded her head at Mediah’s persistent gaze.

“Lol.”

Seeing her terribly digging into her arms, Belka smiled faintly as if she couldn’t help it and patted Mediah’s back. As she buried her face in her girl’s breast, she smelled fresh and fresh like a garden after rain. The feeling of her regular tapping on her back warmly embraces her.

“You know. Belka. Can I call you comfortably?”
“Huh.”

Mediah was happy with the results obtained by borrowing the power of her sleep energy. Thinking that she might have a good dream today, she surrendered herself to the soma. Her Belka, who looked down at her as she fell asleep in her own arms, looked at her teddy bear sandwiched between them.

“You were protecting this child.”

A unique pattern of embroidery was embroidered on the ribbon tied around the teddy bear’s neck. Two small lines drawing parallel lines drawn diagonally and a long line connecting the two small lines that would never have met originally.

“Would you like something like this?”

Soon, the girl’s eyes also slowly closed. And how long has it been? The door opened without a sound, and someone cautiously crept into the room. If anyone dared sneak into the room where the girls were sleeping, it was Mediah’s father, Aeolus. If he had sneaked into the room, he would have a purpose, but he just pulled a chair and sat there looking down at the sleeping girls. He remembered her conversation with Belka to be exact.

“I want you to be a conversation partner with Mediah. Enough examples.”

Desperately ignoring the image of her wife, who seemed to overlap with her girl the more she looked, she made a choice for her second daughter. Could this keep her a little more tied to her reason? Is this really for her daughter? Even while worrying about that.

“A conversation partner…?”
“It’s literally everything. You just have to act as Mediah’s opponent. To put it more simply, I want you to act as her friend.”

His daughter was a wonderful child who never complained or flirted with him, but she knew it was because she was too uncomfortable for her daughter. She told him that her warm expression was something he could never build again after losing her. What kind of child could like her father, who is always expressionless and hardened? Therefore, rather than approaching her daughter, he was content to watch her from a distance and do what she wanted. No, that was an excuse too.

Because just finding traces of her wife in her daughter and her daughter reminded her of the day she lost her, and her heart felt like it would break. She is the daughter of her weak body, who resembles her wife. What if, by any chance, she left him first like she did? He was afraid of it From one day he noticed that my daughter was lonely and tried to make her a friend. He averted his daughter’s gaze looking at him pitifully. But the results were not good. Each stupid kid hurt my daughter, and her last child was the worst he could think of.

He even stopped trying to make Medea her friend. In the end, it was the days when he could not use anything and just watched her daughter, who withered like a diseased flower. It is not until he hears from Heath that he has found a girl who resembles his wife with the news that the caravan has come. The girl he saw with his own eyes resembles her to the extent that one even thinks that her deceased wife has returned. Such a girl made her daughter laugh. That’s why he made such a proposal, leaving behind his complicated feelings about the girl.

“I need money, but she doesn’t want to take it just because she’s going to be his friend.”

The girl went out, saying that she wanted to earn money while working. Without even giving him a chance to hold onto her.

“Whoa, Sasha. Maybe I’ll do better.”

He still couldn’t forget her, but he had so many responsibilities and so many things to do. He’s lonely and exhausted, and he’d rather fall down, but he can’t even fall down. After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that even what he was doing was meaningless and stood up. Then he saw the children hugging each other and sleeping. As if it had been a long time ago, the reason why the image of them sleeping peacefully reminds her of her mother and daughter rather than her friend must be his problem of reflecting her wife in the girl. That was when I was about to leave the room.

“…Dad.”

I stopped walking to leave the room at the sound of a small voice calling him. When I checked to see if I had woken up, I saw the children still asleep.

“Did you talk in your sleep?”

Well, except for when he was really young, Medea had never called him father in a friendly way, not father. I can’t call you that now. Today and tomorrow, the work to be done was piled up like a mountain. It was effective to make up for the lack of sleep at this time. If you don’t, you’ll end up with useless thoughts again. With a trembling hand, he carefully brushed the area around Mediah’s forehead and turned her steps back. Even if this world without her was a terrible place to live in every day, he still had reasons not to go crazy.