The silence that followed was so thick you could have cut it with a batik blade.
Agung's jaw didn't just drop; it practically hit the tatami mats. He looked at Ruby, who was giggling behind her hands, looking entirely too relieved for a girl who had just dropped a tactical nuke on the breakfast table. Then his gaze slowly, terrifyingly, slid toward Dia.
Dia Kurosawa was no longer "boiling." She had surpassed the boiling point and achieved a state of absolute, frozen, silent molecular stillness.
"I... what?" Agung stammered, his "Panda" brain spinning out of control. "The list... the list said..."
"Agung-san," Eli said, her voice dripping with a mix of pity and 'Harasho'-flavored disbelief. She leaned forward, her blue eyes piercing. "Did you actually read the list the supervisor gave you? Or did you just see the names and start manifesting chocolate? Are you truly this bad at remembering the details of your own life—or lives?"
Maki sighed, rubbing her temples. "He was probably too busy checking his bank balance or complaining about his Android phone to read the fine print. Typical."
Then Mari Ohara, with the chaotic energy of a thousand shiny stars, leaned in with a predatory grin. "Oh, don't be so hard on him, Eli-chi! Maybe he just needs a little... *motivation* to remember!"
She turned to Agung, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief. "Let me help you refresh that memory, Darling. Dia-chan didn't just have children. She had **cute twin girls**. My family? We have **cute triplet girls**! And Yohane-chan over there? She has **mixed twins**! That's seven right there just from the 'Chaos Trio'!"
Agung's head whipped from Mari to Dia, then to Yoshiko (who was trying to hide behind a bowl of rice), and back to Mari.
"Seven... just from you three?" Agung whispered. He looked at Dia, who was now gripping the edge of the table so hard the wood was starting to groan. "Twins? Dia-chan, we have... twins? Kurosawa-brand twins?"
"**YOU!!**" Dia finally found her voice, though it was several octaves lower than usual, vibrating with a dark, regal fury. "You didn't even know?! You've been sitting there acting like a 'fragile panda' while I have been raising **two identical versions of you** who have your appetite and my temper?!"
"In my defense!" Agung yelled, scooting his chair back so fast it flipped over. "I was sweeping streets in Pekalongan! I didn't get the 'Twin Notification' on my old phone! The 1.9 million Rupiah salary didn't include international child support updates!"
He looked at the group, his hands trembling. "Triplets from Mari? Twins from Yohane? And twins from Dia? That's seven kids from three mothers. I'm not a billionaire anymore, I'm a logistical nightmare! I'm going to need to manifest a literal daycare center by sunrise!"
"And that's only half of them!" Nico barked, though she was clearly enjoying his suffering. "You still have seven more to account for! Better start reading that list, Pekalongan Boy, or the 'Onee-chan' you're so worried about is going to turn you into panda-flavored sashimi!"
Agung looked at the obsidian credit card in Kanata's hand. Suddenly, it didn't seem like enough. He needed a fleet of minivans, a mountain of diapers, and a very, very long talk with the "Operator" about the definition of "frugal living."
"Mixed twins with a Fallen Angel..." Agung muttered, staring into his miso soup. "I bet they try to manifest black feathers in their cereal. I'm doomed. I am absolutely, 100% doomed."