The long business trip finally over with, I tottered towards my apartment.
ăIt was a hellish monthâŚâŚă
I donât want to work for a while. I donât want to look at a PC either. Iâm sick of eating out. I just wanna sleepâŚâŚ
While carrying my luggage which had swelled up to double its size of when I left, I walked unsteadily.
Come to think of it, when I was leaving I pushed some tonjiru and white rice onto my neighbor.
I handed it over with the pot and rice cooker, but I wonder what happened to them.
I left without saying Iâd be gone for a month, maybe they threw my pot away. Rather than my pot, itâll suck if they threw away my rice cookerâŚâŚ
Walking while dragging my feet, I recalled the âYaâ guys who I met while leaving for my trip.
I wonder if the tonjiru suited their tastes.
I was weirdly tense at the time, but after I calmed down, I repentedăEh, pushing handmade food onto people who Iâve never even met, arenât I a sorta bad person?ă1
The âYaâ people too, there was also a possibility that they thoughtăshe lost to our intensity and gave it to us, but as if we can eat something that suspicious woman made!ă
If so, they must have been troubled by how to dispose of such a large quantity of food.
Though saying so, I would be happier if they ate it rather than throwing it away.
Letâs pray even a little bit entered their stomachs.
No, wait.
What if the contents were left inside as is, and was returned to outside of my house pot-and-all?
If tonjiru and rice were neglected in front of my house for a month, thatâll be pretty badâŚâŚ
Oh no, I feel scared.
While contemplating such things, I arrived at my antiquated apartment building.
As I climbed up the cheap-looking stairs, I heard the sound of someone battering a doorbell.
Additionally, the banging of a door.
ăOi, are you not theăźre!? Come out, you asshole!!!ă
Once again, the sound of banging against a door.
âŚâŚâŚâŚThatâs scary.
Maybe, itâs that âYaâ neighbor person?
My feet automatically stop.
If my neighbor was rampaging, wasnât there a good chance the target was my place?
No, calm down, me. Itâs not certain my neighbor is raging.
Surely itâs some other yakuza person.
Un, has to be another yakuza. It must be someone chasing a guy down for a loan debt or something. No mistaking it.
No, wait. With yakuza next door and bill collectors dropping by, doesnât that make the public order of this apartment so poor itâs conversely frightening?
In the confusion, I began thinking about things I wasnât sure the meaning of.
Nonetheless, it definitely wasnât a calm situation.
I slowly climbed the stairs as not to sound any footsteps, and at a position where I could barely see/not see the second floor hallway, I stood on my tiptoes.