When I wake up, it is already past ten oâclock in the morning.
Konata is not here, as I expected.
On a cardboard box is a simple noteăThere is breakfast in the fridgeă .
I stagger to the kitchen and open the fridge.
Inside are two rice balls and a plate of fried eggs, covered with saran wrap.
I pour a cup of barley tea and put the plate on its usual tray.
âOkaka..KombuâŚOmelette is the salty typeâ
[TL: Okaka=A type of seasoning, Kombu is kelp and the omelette is tamagoyaki]
After slowly finishing breakfast, washing my face, brushing my teeth, taking a shower and generally freshening up, I donât have much to do.
âOh, I forgot to write yesterdayâs diary.â
I remember and start up the drawing tablet.
ăIdea Notepadă and I opened a file with a disguised title.
âLetâs see, ăDay 26 of confinementă andâŚ.wait a minute.â
I write that much and stop the pen.
Without thinking, I assumed that it was the 26th day of my confinement, but is this title appropriate?
I am no longer in confinement.
âWell, itâs okay. Itâs important to be consistent.â
I decided to do so at random.
I mean, didnât I start keeping this diary in the first place so that I wouldnât lose my sense of time during my confinement?
If so, can I stop now?
But, well, keeping a diary is not a bad habit, so letâs continue like this until I get bored.
I leisurely carry out my thoughts and write my diary in a leisurely manner.
That takes about an hour, and then my hands get tired again.
âLetâs go to sleep again.â
I go to bed again.
I think Iâm being lazy but itâs better than resuming drinking and smoking.
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I wake up and look at my phone.
âHmmm⌠itâs nineteen oâclock already?â
[TL: 19 oâ clock, or 7 oâclock]
I shake my head, which is throbbing a little from too much sleep.
There is still no sign of anyone in the house.
âKonata is a bit late, isnât she?ăMaybe she has club activities or something. That would make her come back late right? â â Oh yeah. How about I text her using my phone.â
So I start flicking my fingers on my phone.
But then, I realize I donât know anything about her;Â her home address, phone number, email address or even the name of her social networking account.
In other words, I have no way to contact her.
âHmm, I know the name of the school and I can easily find the address if I look it up, but itâs an Ojousamaâs school, right?ăThereâs no way an adult male, whoâs not a relative, can visit a place like that.â
If I do that, itâll be a full-blown affair.
There will probably be security guards and if there is a commotion, it will cause extra trouble for us.
âWell, sheâs probably back at her parentsâ house. Konata knows my social networking account and Iâve published my e-mail address for job applications on social networking sites, so if anything happens to her, Iâm sure sheâll contact either one of themâ
Konata checks my social networking accounts so much that she remembers my birthday, thatâs for sure.
âYeah. I worry too much. Iâm sure sheâll be back tomorrow.â
I think optimistically.
âItâs been a long time since I did the housework myself.â
I thought to myself as I set the rice in the rice cooker.
Iâve been living a very indulgent life these days.
âI need to regain a little independence.â
I make stir-fried vegetables with leftovers from the fridge.
But it doesnât taste very good.
Apparently, she is already ahead of me in terms of cooking skills.
I wash the dishes, take a bath and sort out the emails that have accumulated.
I wait for her, occasionally glancing at SNS but there is no contact.
In the end, I am staying up until around the time the date changes but Konata never opens the front door.
âIs everything alrightâŚ..?â
With a touch of anxiety, I get into my futon.
I canât sleep, so I goto the toilet, drink some milk, do some light stretching, try this and that and finally let go of my consciousness when it is around the time of the Ox.