Yesterday, I ate and played well until late at night with the president and other members of the student council.
After dinner, the three of them ate the fruit that their mother had cut for dessert, chatted and went back around 9 o’clock.
Anyway, the eventful first day passed and the morning of the second day of Golden Week was bright.
“…Bored.”
I woke up at 4 in the morning every day today and felt bored with the remaining time even after completing the day’s routine work.
I don’t have any complaints about living by the rules, but it’s also worth thinking about when you suddenly have nothing to do during Golden Week.
Aside from reading comic books, it was also a big deal that I didn’t have any other hobbies.
Because there were no computers or home game machines that everyone else had in our house.
Thanks to that, I, who had nothing to do but lay on the floor and rummage through video sites on my phone, suddenly saw the message and got up with my upper body.
Tiling!
“Hallong! Ryu-chan! Didn’t you forget our promise to come to my house today?”
I replied right away.
“Rather, I was waiting for the call to come.”
“I asked Papa yesterday, and he said it would be fine today. So come to my house by 12 noon. I always take care of myself, so Mama said she wanted to serve lunch.”
After sending the message like that, Rika sent an address to the messenger window.
This is a map of the area around Seijo, where she lives.
The road was simple, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.
I checked the time on my phone and it was only 9 o’clock.
Since Seijyo Station is only two stops away from Chitose Funabashi Station, where my house is located, it will not be too late to leave around 11 o’clock unlike yesterday.
I took out all the Golden Samurai volumes that were on the bookshelf and put them in my bag in advance.
When I met Mr. Kishimoto today, I was going to get all the autographs.
In addition, I bring a meteor magic for autographs and autographs.
With this, we are all ready to go to Rika’s house to play.
I was invited in my own way, but I was worried about whether I could go empty-handed, and on the way I decided to buy a box of nourishing tonic at the mart.
Somehow, it was because the image of a professional writer was that he would eat a nourishing tonic on the side of his desk.
Excited at the thought of meeting Mr. Kishimoto whom I respected in the next three hours, I went to the bathroom in the house with a change of clothes to wash more elaborately than usual.
***
Neatly dressed, I left the house at 11, as planned.
Setagaya Ward is the most densely populated area in Tokyo.
As such, it has a fairly large floating population, and as I approached the subway ticket gate, the people in front glanced at me and moved away.
To be honest, I was usually uncomfortable with these misunderstood gazes, but I was grateful that I was able to shorten the time today.
Put Suica on the IC reader, stand in front of the subway platform and wait for the next train to arrive.
It wasn’t long before the train came into the platform and the passengers came out like low tide before I was able to crumple myself into the train.
As I stand holding the pillar by the door, I can feel the people around me glancing at me as if in a strange way.
I knew better than anyone how I usually looked at people.
Well, I can’t give up the muscles I’ve worked so hard to build up now, and actually, I don’t think my current appearance is bad.
I’m afraid of other people’s opinions or prejudices, so it’s strange to force my body to fit them.
I decided to focus on my phone screen until I reached my destination.
***
With only two stops from my house, it only took about 10 minutes to get to Seijyo Station.
When I got out of the subway platform and went up to the ground, a town with a completely different atmosphere spread out in front of me, despite being in the same Setagaya.
In Korea, should I say that it feels like I have crossed over from Gangbuk to Gangnam?
Just looking at the clothes of people walking around makes me feel booty.
I stopped by a mart near the station and bought a box of nourishing tonic.
It’s a pretty painful expense for high school pocket money, but it was well worth spending considering it would go into the mouth of a favorite writer.
Because Seijo is one of Tokyo’s representative wealthy villages, large detached houses were predominant rather than apartments.
As you pass through the sidewalk, you can see the two-story houses with a swimming pool that you can only see in movies when you lift up your claws and look over the wall.
And today’s destination, Rika’s house, was a little far from the subway station.
Apparently, due to the nature of his job as a writer where privacy is important, he purposely bought a house far from the station where there is a lot of floating population.
I walked up the hill diligently following the map Rika sent me earlier this morning, and finally stopped in front of the three-story house surrounded by a large wall.
“Are you here?”
When I pressed the doorbell in front of the gate, I heard a familiar voice over the speaker.
“ah! Ryu-chan! You’re finally here! Come on in!”
Rumble!
Whether Rika manipulated the lock from within, the gate opened on its own.
I carefully opened the door and went inside.
“Wow….”
I don’t do admiration for a while, but it seemed like I had to do it today.
It was like seeing a scene in a movie unfolding right in front of my eyes.
A three-story, two-story house with a large green lawn, a private swimming pool, a garage full of foreign cars.
The first impression was that it was neat because the entire building was painted in monotone.
Walk slowly along the stone path leading to the front door.
A golden retriever running around the yard ran up to me and waved its tail at me.
Considering that most animals are afraid of me, I can say that I am a really carefree guy.
After I gently scratched the nape of the charming guy, I started walking towards the front door of the house again.
Before long, just before I reached the front door, the tightly closed door opened and Rika in casual clothes came out.
“surprise!”
As I stared at her bright face, Rika inflated her cheeks as if it was no fun and placed her hands on her waist.
“Aren’t you supposed to pretend to be surprised even a little in a situation like this?”
“No, I’m surprised enough. I’m just not sure how to react.”
As I answered and rubbed the head of the Golden Retriever pulling his pants crotch to ask him to play with him, Rika called out his name as if he was familiar with it.
“Tarot!”
Then the guy grabbed my crotch and didn’t want to let go, ran straight to Rika and got stuck like a piece of gum.
When Rika looked at me with envy, she smiled like a cat and opened her chest.
“Our Taro-chan is cute, isn’t it?”
I frankly admitted that.
“If there is a chance, I want to grow it at least once.”
“Heh heh.”
Rika raised her nose as if she had been praised, beckoning her to come in.
At her suggestion, I carefully closed the front door and went inside.
“Excuse me.”
Then, someone from the living room approached me, pretending to be popular.
“Oh, hello~”
I turned my head towards him to say hello, but when I saw a blonde beauty who looked exactly like Rika, I flinched.
“Uh… there…”
When I tried to ask her if she was Rika’s older sister, I had a momentary conflict.
If it usually appears at this timing in a love comedy, it is because there is a high probability that it is the mother, not the older sister.
However, her appearance is too young to be said to have had a 17-year-old high school girl as her daughter, causing cognitive dissonance.
At most, she looks like she’s in her mid to late 20’s.
Isn’t it Rika’s real sister, not her mother?
As I had originally thought, I was going to ask if it was Rika’s older sister, but I stopped again, like a broken robot, thinking about what to do if she was a real mother.
If you make a mistake by the name you usually call at the beginning, the atmosphere will become strange even after that.
If so, should I ask if I am a mother as well as a cliché?
I asked her if it was her mother, but what if she was her real sister?
At that time, the atmosphere will become even more irreversible.
When I thought about the various possibilities, I thought that asking if it was your older sister was the right answer.
Needless to say, if it’s a real sister, the truth is that if you’re a mother, you look younger than your original age.
great. decided
“Are you Rika’s older sister?”
When I asked that question, the blonde foreign beauty who looks just like Rika is Fahat! He smiled and waved his hand.
“Oh my gosh, look at her. Are you doing it first? I look a little young, but I can’t hear my daughters and sisters.”
Saying that, Rika’s mother gives a confirmation kill.
Fortunately, I sighed in relief that I had made the right choice, and held out the box of nourishing tonics I was holding in my hand.
“It came empty-handed, so I bought one on the way home.”
Then Rika’s mother looked at the box of nourishing tonic that I had brought out, she looked slightly surprised, and handed over the item.
“It’s okay to come empty-handed, but even things like this. Come on in. Anyway, Yooseong-kun said he was coming to play, so I was trembling in Busan with my daughter since morning.”
“mama!”
Rika blushes and hurriedly covers her mother’s mouth, and Rika’s mother makes fun of Rika and smiles as if it’s fun.
No matter how I looked at them, they looked like sisters, not mothers and daughters, but with a slight age difference.