How Do You QA Test a Tsundere Android!?

Test 28: Enforced Preferences

I return home exhausted, playing lego the whole day is way too tiring. Oh, and I guess reading some pesky documents contributed to this fatigue.

I quickly grab me a dinner lunchbox and drop on my sofa chair to devour it.

Amy is watching a soap opera as usual, paying me little heed. Mother isn't in sight, probably in her room.

While I speculate about her whereabouts, I hear a familiar ringtone resounding across the hallway. Mother shortly answers it and starts talking in her loud voice, which can be pierce through walls.

"Yes, I'm ready. When will you be arriving? Okay, then pass by that bridge and turn right at the first crossroad. Yes, okay. Bye."

She hangs the call and her steps approach the living room. Based on how she navigated someone toward our house, I can already tell where she is heading.

"How do I look?"

Mother walks into the living room, wearing a flashy red dress.

"Smokin'.'"

Amy gives a thumb up and winks. Since she received an opinion, I ignore the scene and focus on my food.

"What do you think, Nicky?"

"Ugh..."

I had a feeling this was coming.

"Looks fine, I guess?"

"Oh c'mon, give me your opinion as a man."

Mother insists with a commanding voice.

What does she want from me? I don't care about her getup...

"I dunno, it looks fine."

I shrug without interest. I'm definitely not the guy to ask about fashion choices.

Mother shortly gives up after seeing my indifference. It's the usual scenario, all is well that ends well.

"Mom, are you, Iike, meeting that electrician guy again?"

Amy asks with nosy curiosity. This is one of few subjects which she finds more interesting than her soap operas; a rare sight.

"Yeah, I do."

"Didn't you say that he's financially unstable and stuff?"

"It's true. But he knows how to treat a woman, so I can enjoy this relationship for a while."

As I suspected, mother is going on another date today.

She's already 43 years old, I'm not sure whether she's admirable or foolish for pursuing relationships through dating sites at this age. Especially after being sharply stung in the past and ending up with two children on her lone back.

"Gotta run, please lock the door!"

Mother quickly runs toward the door, disappearing from my line of sight.

The door quickly opens and then closes. As she often enjoys doing, she leaves the burden of locking the door to someone else; she's such a witch on this subject.

I finish dinner and lock the door on my way to the kitchen. It's a given that I couldn't count on Amy to raise her lazy ass from the sofa to do it.

After finishing dishes, I suddenly remember Lily and the fact that I need to bring more Lego for her.

I could easily grab one of the countless generic plastic bags. However, somewhere in this very kitchen hide... the elusive legendary plastic bags!

After using it yesterday, I realized that a sturdier bag is much more comfortable for carrying tons of Lego. Now that I have tasted the luxury of this efficiency, it's difficult for me to return to the primitive stone age of normal plastic bags.