Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San? - V2 chapter 1.6
一一一Part 6一ー一
“Uh-huh!”
It’s an interesting story. I leaned forward from the table.
“In the end, the relationship between a man and a woman is decided even before the relationship starts. In short, it’s all about how much the other person accepts you and how much you accept them. Then, if you just follow your emotions, things will happen as you want”
“Um? Sorry but I didn’t understand it very well”
“In other words……..”
The mother cut off her words at this point, tipped her can of chuhai, gulped once, and said,
“How about you push him down?”
“Pu-push!?”
Hearing the absurd word flowing out from my real mother’s mouth, I became flustered.
Push him down? I’ll push Oshio-kun down?
What would happen if I pushed you down? I know it’s not about sleeping together. Something will happen.
Ah, doesn’t Oshio Sota and push him down resemble each other? (T/N : The resembling here means between wording. Oshio Sota name and “Oshitao” where it means pushing/knocking someone down)
No, no ,no! Just thinking about it makes me confused.
“T-T-T-That, how can we do that before that!!? Things like tha, that….”
“Don’t say like these things are after marriage, you are already a high school student”
When I took the time to say the two words “marriage,” she cut me off again bluntly. (T/N : the word marriage in Japanese is made up of two kanji only so u can say two word)
Originally, Isn’t it supposed to be the role of parents to stop us at times like this!!!
“No, if you do that, will not o-one have a baby!?”
“Use contraception, you idiot! Isn’t that what you want? What was his name again, Oshio-kun? To push him down?”
“I never……….”
I hadn’t thought about it.
To me, who was still thinking about “when is the best time to hold hands without getting embarrassed” recently, that problem is something thousands of light years away.
Of course, I’m a high school girl, so I have some vague knowledge about it.
It happens when a man and a woman are on good terms, based on love, mood, adult tactics, and whatnot.
It’s not that I don’t usually think about such things, but I tried to imagine it.
“………. impossible……..”
I stopped just after the beginning.
Looking at me who was blushing and eyes swimming around fidgeting in a circle, my mother took a deep sigh.
“That’s too pathetic, it’s impossible for you”
“Be, because…….”
“It’s strange, I wasn’t like this when I was younger.”
“…….huh? What?”
“Yeah…….it was around when I was 17 years old. I, a delinquent unable to trust society, went to the university festival to chill out. That was where I met your papa, who was the vocalist of a rock band singing passionately on the stage, and fell in love with him at first sight. After the concert, I went straight to a hotel as a matter of course……”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!!! Mother!!! What are you making your daughter listen to when she is in the beginning phase!!”
“What? I thought it would be kind of useful to you”
“You’re not! Neither I nor Oshio-kun went to a hotel that quickly or entered one.”
“We didn’t entered”
Suddenly, I heard a voice which was neither my mother’s and of course not mine.
I turned around, and to my surprise! There was my father sitting shallowly on the sofa in the living room, a soda bottle in one hand (something he’s been into lately) playing with his phone!
Was he here?
Those words were almost about to spill out but I stopped, as expected it would be too pitiful to say that!
“We only entered the hotel after we properly understood each other. After the concert, there was a rude high school girl who kept following me around, and that was Kiyomi.”
“Is that so?”
My mother feigned ignorance purposely.
To this, my father made a strange face and said,
“People have their pace. Koharu also has things she wants to do in her own way, right?”
“Father…….”
I digested the words of my father and wrinkled my brows.
“……..I don’t want to hear too much about hotel from father’s mouth, it feels a little disgusting”
“……………..I see………….”
He looked down at his phone again without changing his expression, but I saw that his fingertips were shaking a bit uncommonly as he pushed up his glasses.
Since that one incident with the Data restriction, father has become much more amicable, and we talk much more often at home than before.
However one part of me hopes he should be a little more cautious. Just as I was thinking this, my phone vibrated on the table.
“Ah, sorry, I have a call”
I pick up the smart phone and look at the screen,
“Hyu……!”
A strange voice came out.
Needless to say, I was the one who reacted like this.
It was an incoming call from Oshio-kun.
“W, w, w, w, what should I do? It’s a call from Oshio-kun”
Talk of the devil and he is sure to appear.
More so, it arrived at the timing as it was aiming for this and reflexively I threw my phone into the table.
The phone continued to buzz low on the table as if to protest against me.
“Hey, Koharu! There’s nothing you can do! Pick up the phone!”
“But the preparation of my heart………”
Besides from the talk just a while about whether to push or not to push, it gives me a kind of strange feeling to talk with Oshio-kun right after it.
As I couldn’t understand properly and my eyes going round and round in confusion, “you moronic daughter”, my mother rebuked me and said,
“it’s the same as when you’re talking at school!”
“Well, I’m going to have to take a deep breath for another 20 minutes before picking up the call…..”
“You really are useless!”
“Anyway, I think it’s rude to let him wait”
In the midst of my panic, my saddened mother, and my roaring phone, it was my father who spoke up very calmly.
That’s right! It’s exactly what he said! I returned to myself.
Causing trouble for Oshio-kun is a more grave matter than exposing my shameful behavior!
Without being fully prepared, I grabbed my trembling phone, tapped the answer button hard, and called out.
“H, hello!!?”
Sure enough, my voice trailed off, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother slump down.
Needless to say, I was the one who was most disappointed.
I don’t even know why I can’t talk properly with the person I like the most.
But Oshio-kun is really kind. Even after receiving kind of bored hello, he reply like usual,
[………..hmm? Is it Sato-San? I’m sorry to call you at this time, is it okay for you to talk now?]
“Sa, it’s Sato! Sato Koharu! N, now it is fine to talk! Y, yes! I’m free! I have a lot of free time! Ahahaha……”
It’s not ahahaha. I’m going to be crying because of my bad communication.
Can’t be helped! Can’t be helped!
I don’t think I’m the kind of person whose heart is made up of metal and will keep it’s rationality even after hearing the voice of the person I love most!
[I see, I’m glad]
On the other side of the smartphone, Oshio-kun refreshingly laughed incomparable to my pathetic smile.
The way he breathed when he laughed, my heart once again took a leap.
Sorry, my heart. I know you are getting more restless than ever since meeting with Oshio-kun but I hope you can bear with me a little more.
At least until this call ends………!
“(Push down)”
“Hyuuu!?”
My heart almost leaped out from my mouth from the absurd whisper I heard.
[Huh? Did something happen!]
“I’m sorry, push down….ah, it’s not! There’s nothing Oshio-kun!!”
I promptly turned around to look and there was my mother laughing mischievously, stifling her voice behind my back.
As I glared at her with my teary eyes, my mother laughed like a child and ran away from the living room with my father.
There’s is lot of complaints I want to say but first of all, it’s impossible to push down on the phone!
[Actually there was something I wanted Sato-San to hear that I called…..]
Voice of Oshio-kun.
I hurriedly focus my attention on the smartphone once again.
“Uh-huh! What! Ask me anything! Ahahaha ……”
[That……you see, our summer holidays are starting from next week, right?]
“Y, yeah!”
T/N : this is last update for this month as I will be busy later to update them. That’s why group release.
Also if you like, you can read rest of Volume 2 in patreon(except epilogue and side story), rest of volume is done.
3. I have uploaded chapter 1 of volume 1 edited version.