It was morning. The light seeped into his room, reaching his cute tiny feet.
Asahi was still sleeping soundly on his bed. The sheets were scattered by his feet kicking it while he was still dreaming: He had a rough dream. What could a childlike Asahi dream?
It must be a nightmare.
Knock knock knock. Mariam came in the room and saw Asahi lying on his bed.
'Young master needs to wake up at once. He has an important matter with his father' She thought to herself.
She shook Asahi's shoulders and said aloud that he needs to wake up or else Mr Yuta will be displeased. In a blink of an eye, his eyes were wide open, and he jumped out of bed. His footsteps were drumming all over the floorboard. She tried to calm him down, but he was as fast as Naruto, his favourite TV series. She was in a difficult position as she encouraged him to watch the series.
Up, down, and everywhere (even at the walls) he would be spotted. He was nervous and having a panic attack or was it more of a breakdown.
Mariam saw him running in circles, which means that she could just reach out her hand and...
almost...
just a little bit more...
got him!
She grabbed him and carried him on the waist on her shoulders. He wanted to break out free, but she was holding him back tighter and tighter. It was like the fury in his eyes told him that he was a rabid dog...no, tiger.
They went into the bathroom and she locked the door so that he could not escape.
She got ready the bath with warm water and soap bubbles. With her hand, she dipped it into the water to check if the temperature was too hot or either too cold, but it was just right as baby bear's porridge.
She bathed Asahi and clothed him. During the time, all he had to do was be obedient and not act irrationally.
A few minutes had passed. Asahi came down and saw various of food served to fill from the left to the right of the dining table: Chazuke, Tamago Kake Gohan, Hitsumabushi, Tsukune Yakitori and much more. For a family living in a luxurious rich life, the food was like giving bread to a beggar on the streets. Most of the time, they only eat one-quarter of the food and give the rest to their servants or others who may need it.
But, for Asahi, he eats one and a half of the whole dishes served. His father was worried that he might get obese, but the doctor said that he is just growing up faster than the rest.
Afterwards, their stomach was satisfied eating all those foods, and it is time for the matter that Mr Yuta and Asahi must discuss.
Tap Tap Tap. Asahi's little feet patted its way down the stairs to his father's study room.
"Father, you wanted to speak with me today," Asahi's face was calm on the outside, but within, he was screaming at the top of his lungs. This is the only chance he gets to talk to him!
"Son, I- your mother is sick, terribly sick. Last night, she didn't make it through her surgery," His face was still as stern as before, forcing his muscles to not show his flaws.
"Wh-what are you saying? That Mother is dead?" His tears streamed out his eyes, but he was expressionless. He rubbed his hands together and hugged his legs tight.
He broadly smiled. Who knew this 5-year-old kid can hold such heart-breaking news? His heart was crumbled into pieces. The only one who cared for him loved him and cherished him was banished from his life.
Everything seemed blurry, his vision was distorted with flashes of his mother in his head. He dropped onto the ground and wailed while covering his ears repeating: "Mom's here, she's not gone, she's here!"
He looked up at his father and ran away. Although he did not know where he was heading, his father knew he needed some space.
"Mr.- "Mariam said.
"Let him be, he will come back soon." He waved his hands and wrinkled his brows tight.
Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down his cute round cheeks. Tears spilt over and flowed down his face like a river escaping a dam. Moans escaped his lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups.
He found his way at the hospital where his suit was soaked with tears. The linear fabric was now damped. His lips were pursing while he was rubbing his eyes with his hands which his mother could have held once more and called him 'son'.
Pat. A girl with a blue dress held his shoulders. Her white ponytail stroked from the top of her head to her shoulders.
She sat next to him and gave away a sigh. Her hands held her forehead, thinking: 'Will this kid shut-up? I want to cry too.'
As a reaction, she held his head onto her shoulders and hugged him. Asahi had his last sob and stopped, confused why she did so.
"Your mommy's in heaven and so is my grandma," She said while hugging tighter as her body was trembling as if she was alone in cold winter.
"A-and I'm sorry if I can't comfort you enough" Her voice was breaking off and a solemn tear fell down her cheek; her body looked calm compared to how tangled her mind was. She mumbled incoherent things through her hands and choked on her sobs.
It was not one, but two autumn news that fell upon them.