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3. My neighbor-san is in the “Ya” business
「What should I do……」
I stood dazedly in front of a large quantity of tonjiru and rice raising a fragrant smell.
As expected, I couldn’t leave things as they were if I was going on a business trip for 1 month.
But even for discarding it because I can’t eat it, making this large amount of food trash turned my mood sour.
And because it was such a large amount, it was hard to pass off as food scraps.
I wonder if a fairy-san from somewhere could come out and eat it.
In some country, it seems fairies come out at night and make shoes. 1
I won’t tell them to work. Rather, I want to treat them to some cooking.
I inadvertently escaped from reality with a distant gaze.
But, even as I did so, time flowed past moment by moment.
To enter Oita by today, I have to leave my room asap.
Eei, there’s no helping it, for now just leave this as is.
Once I get to Oita, I’ll send President my apartment keys and have his private secretary dispose this for me.
Sorry, President’s Secretary-chan!!
Normally it’d be fine for President to get rid of this, but that demon, I didn’t want him inside my house. He’d absolutely search it! If it’s that guy, he’ll do it!
That’s why though I feel bad, I’ll have to ask President’s Secretary-chan to do it!
Direct your pent up resentment towards him!
While prostrating 2 in my heart towards President’s Secretary who would probably be crazy with anger once the week started, I began preparing for my business trip.
Though that being said, to waste this large amount of food, I feel an intense amount of guilt na……
They say gods reside in rice, what should I do if I get cursed…… 3
Rather, it’s such a waste! My tonjiru and steaming hot rice!
While grumbling a complaint, I gathered my luggage and thrust my feet into low-heeled pumps.
The moment I opened the door forcefully, a fierce bang resounded.
With a start, I unconsciously froze.
Eh? Did I open the door that strongly……
Just as I cocked my head questioningly, a gruff shout reached my ears.
「Damnitー! I shouldn’t have played rock-paper-scissors to decide who’d be the gopher!」4
Alongside that outcry, a man stomped out of the neighboring door.
It appears the sound from before was the neighbor violently opening his door.
「For me, anpan! And handmade tonjiru!」
「Get me pizza toast! And handmade tonjiru!」
「Curry bread for me! And handmade tonjiru!」
「I want walnut bread! And handmade tonjiru!」
「Get french bread for me! And handmade tonjiru!」
The man who left from the door turned around and roared in reply!
「Shut the fuck up, as if I can remember all that! Also, the bakery doesn’t have stuff like tonjiru, you dumbasses!!!」5
It was a remarkable scene of chaos.
Incidentally this area, though it’s in the 23rd ward of Tokyo, it’s comparably rural.
To clarify how rural, there aren’t any convenience stores within a 2km radius.
There was only an oddly whimsical bakery.
Presumably he was going to that bakery to buy things.
「Ahー……I’m sick of bread. I wanna eat riceー!!」
「I wanna eat the tonjiru momma made.」
「Did your mom make food?」
「Nah, she just played around with men, she never made anything like food.」
「Gyahaha」
From the adjoining room, though I’m unsure whether it was heartrending or idiotic, I heard an ambiguous conversation.
But, hearing those voices, Flaミsh! An idea came to mind.
This was god’s whimsy! That, or the kami-samas residing in rice were telling me not to cast them away…… The result of them breaking down in tears.
――I don’t really know, but kami-sama, thank you!
To all of my neighbors-sama, if you want tonjiru that much, then I shall give it to you!
「Um, can I have a moment?」
By the way, I’ve never met my neighbors face to face.
I’ve never met him, but I’ve frequently heard the rowdy voices of men, so I believed it was a hangout place for a group of good buddies.
Yes, I speculated on it to that li～ght degree, but……
「Aan?」
With a low voice, when the man turned around to face this way, I was taken aback.
Really, really taken aback.
Skinhead and black sunglasses. He wore a black t-shirt with a gold chain necklace, and from the ample open area of his neckline peeked a fleeting glance of a tattoo.
――S, so he was a person in the “Ya” business……! 6