The phone keeps ringing until everyone in the house is awake. Yuta has the urge to choke someone. He hates it when something disturbs his sleep. This is the third time in a row and he's only four years old, for god's sake. This body needs sleep!
His father strokes his head, but that can barely work for someone like Yuta who is glaring at the phone. If he had a gun, he would have shot it right at that moment.
Rie sits up. She has a similar expression like Yuta. Her brain barely works when she's half-asleep. Kiyohira glances at his wife and son and smiles. "Sleep."
After receiving the command, Rie drops on the bed and hugs Yuta like a pillow. Yuta's hair is a dishevelled mess. He scowls at his father like an angry cat. His sleep is disturbed. He can't go back to sleep easily and now, he can't get out of his mother's arms when she's hugging him tightly.
Kiyohira sighs and picks up the call. "What's wrong, Takeshi?"
