The Marker of Jealousy (English version) “MechaBot, can you take in the laundry”
“Why don’t you ask Amato”
“He has to study cuz he needs to take a reexamination.”

I’m a destroyer robot. I never be a servant robot. But, it’s not that I can’t take in the laundry. And, needless to say, Umi’s request is so important.



I go out into the garden and put dry clothes into three laundry basket. Kota Hilir is on the hot side on the Earth, and yet, why do people have to wear such many clothes
This is a yellow and orange T-shirt. And these are Aba’s jeans. It’s a blue hoodie. There is Umi’s scarf too. And this is a yellow and orange T-shirt. Cargo pants. A yellow and orange T-shirt. And a yellow and orange T-shirt……

“He has too lots of clothes that are the same.”

I separated all of laundries by owners and put them into three baskets. There were five Amato’s yellow and orange T-shirts. What kind of clothes is he wearing now If my memory serves me correctly, it’s a yellow and orange T-shirt. Consequently, does he have six clothes that are the same at least

“I don’t think it’s so good clothes……”

I pick up one of these T-shirts casually. Infuriatingly, human beings are usually bigger than me, and Amato is no exception. I tried to put my arms through sleeves of the T-shirt, but sleeves are too wide for me. And its neckline is too tight, so my wings got caught in there.

“Aaah, enough is enough”

It doesn’t suits me. It’s too unbalance I put the T-shirt off and throw it into the basket.
Then, I saw a white “M” written on its chest of the T-shirt. ……Why “M” Amato’s initial is “A”.



When I brought the basket into Amato’s room, Amato was sleeping and putting his back on the chair. Though I heard he’s studying…… I put the basket on the floor and looked into his notebook, but there are only a few lines of boring formula. He must’ve spent so little time on his studying.
Just as I thought, Amato wears a yellow and orange T-shirt. There is a character of “M” on his left chest.
…… I think this “M” means “MechaBot”. Cuz, undoubtedly, for Amato, the most important thing that begin with the letter “M” is ME. MYSELF How cute he is. He cherishes me so much that he put my initial on his clothes……
I stroke Amato’s hair, then he twists his body a bit. And he groans softly with more silly voice than usual.

“M…… Uum……”
“What’s up Do you wanna say my name “MechaBot” Hey BabyMato, I am here.”
“……Mara……Share your homework with me…… please……”

……Huh
Is he serious He copies Mara’s homework even in his dream, no wonder he failed the exam.
……No, the problem is not that. The problem is that he called Mara’s name Not me
Speaking of starting from “M”, it’s definitely ME MECHABOT
Amato who doesn’t know my annoyance says a such thing in his sleep.

“Where’s Maskmana”
“Hey Amato I’ll tell you two facts First, even if Maskmana is here, he doesn’t help your homework Second, “M” of initials is MINE I never give Maskmana my “M””

I grabbed him by the shirt. Too violent I don’t give a damn It’s totally Amato’s fault
I take one permanent marker with my right hand from the messy pen holder. I’m grabbing Amato by the shirt with my left hand, so I take the marker’s cap off with my mouth.

“I have to tell you whose master you are……”



“Hey MechaBot What’s this, you wrote it, right”

I put off all of the laundry away, and now, I’m eating curry puffs. Then, Amato is coming down with his loud footsteps.

“Oh, you finally woke up, sleepyhead.”
“You wrote it with the permanent marker, didn’t you It’s too nasty”
“Nasty How rude I just followed the rules of the Earth”

I answered so, and I traced the marker with my finger.

“Earthlings write their name on their things, right There is only “M” on your T-shirt, so who sees this wouldn’t understand what does “M” mean. Mara, Maskmana, or Malaysia So I added it”

There is “ECHABOT” next to “M”, on the T-shirt. I think my letters are beautiful.

“This T-shirt is mine”
“I don’t care about your T-shirt, I did say you are MY master I know, you have so many friends, some people are good and the others are bad. But NEVER FORGET IT, you are MY ONLY MY MY MASTER”
“……What”

Amato glared at me, but, hearing my words, he widens his eyes.

“Um…… So you…… wrote your name on me……”

Amato looked down traces of the marker for a few seconds. Then, giggled and looked at me.

“I can’t wear this outside…… Don’t write on other T-shirts, I’ll use this as nightwear.”

Amato is smiling and stroking his chest with his right hand, softly.
Dunno why but my “inside” tickles. I don’t want Amato to notice it, so, I stuff my mouth full of spicy curry puffs.

“Oh, curry puffs.”
“I won’t give you.”
“How mean”