Aven has a fever, Raffa. Miracle!" Matri's voice grew louder as she admired her.

I was floating because my brother's sleeping at the study table seemed to be disturbed, he woke up. Matri really, when surprised, boasted the voice.

He looked at Emi first before letting go of my eyes. "You're here. Next time, try to go home early. Maybe you just do anything, you might forget that you have a child leaving," he said.

"What are you doing here?" I have a courage to ask.

"W-no, I don't want a noisy kid crying. Next time, go home early," he stood at the study table, leaving Emi's room.

Matri and...