Why did you leave me? Soukoku ff english version

Chapter 6 "Mommy, how was my dad?"

*one week later, in the evening *

Chuuya was currently in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Daira and him.
All around him where boxes with his and Daira's belongings. Tomorrow they would move to a far away city. He even found a new job there.
Of course Daira reacted sad to the news that they would move again, but she accepted it soon.
She was a really nice child. Even tho of her age she was a genius and help her mother whenever she could.
Sometimes when Chuuya came home from work, ready with the world, she had already cooked dinner for them both our made a bath for her mother.
Every time she did something like that Chuuya felt sad. He knew how much his daughter worked too be a help to him and he wished for nothing more than that his daughter could live a normal life. Some times he even thought it would be better if she had chosen other parents. But at the same time he was so thankful that she had chosen him. He couldn't think of a life without her and didn't want that to happen.
He loved his daughter with his whole heart and even tho he would never admit it, he was thankful to Dazai that he had gifted him such a beautiful creature, even tho Dazai didn't even knew anything about this.
And again his thoughts where at a point he didn't wanted to end. Dazai. He didn't wanted to think about his but ever since they met again Chuuya thought about him more often.
'What it he finds out that I'm alive and that Daira is his daughter?'. Chuuya couldn't even imagine what would happen then. 'What if Dazai takes her away from me?'.
"Mommy, careful! The tomato soup.", his daughter suddenly jelled. As he turned around he noticed that she was right. He tried his best but it was already too late. The tomato soup was burned. "I'm so sorry Daira, seems like today we're eating ketchup with noodles.", he excused himself. "Don't worry, ketchup is even more better!", she just said while she opened the refrigerator. And again Chuuya can't help but notice how his daughter tried to make it right for him. But he just huffed and concentrated himself on the noodles.

After dinner Chuuya cleaned up while Daira changed into her pyjama. When he was ready he walked into the living room and set himself on the couch.  Sometimes when they both had time then they would watch TV together in the evening or just talk about there day. Chuuya started to search for the remote but he couldn't find it. "I'm sorry again but I think I already packed the remote away.". "It's alright, but mommy, can I ask you a question?", she asked carefully. "Sure, anything!". "I know you don't like to talk about it but how was my dad?".
She knew that Chuuya always tried to avoid talking about her father and she didn't want to see her mother cry again. Actually Daira didn't really felt the need to have a father. Of course she got asked where her dad was but she just needed to say that he was dead and nobody would bring this topic up to her again.
But the young man with the white hair and the strange cut has asked her, while her mother was on the toilet, a question that wouldn't leave her head. "How did you and dad met and did he knew about me?", she asked the questions burning in her heart.
Chuuya had known that some day this question would come, but right now he didn't know what to answer.

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I am so sorry for the wait but here is a knew chapter.
To the person how asked to help me translate: thank you very much I would like to accept your help but I can't find your comment anymore. Maybe you can try to contract me again. Thank you