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Bottomless darkness.
“Chiba… Chiba...”
I felt my body shake a little. Shaken in the dark. Is it an earthquake? Am I buried?
“Chiba… Chiba…”
A female voice called out to me. Call my first name. That woman should be familiar to me. Or?
“Chiba… oiiii~”
It looked like my eyes were forced open. A sharp nose woman whose left forehead was covered with hair the color of white chrysanthemums. She has a bright aura and enough to wake me up. Even the perfume smells good.
(Hmm? How come she changed to jasmine perfume?)
"Yuka?"
"You'll miss breakfast if you oversleep, Chiba." She left to do her business.
Yuka Shiragiku, wearing a light apron and negligee. It's quite tempting, even the shape of her ballistic missile's curve can't be hidden even with an apron.
I can only be woken up by her. Calling my name with her beautiful voice, while opening my eye bags rather friendly. It's kinda scary when you think about it. Well, in the end we got used to it.
06.30 AM…
Get up and tidying my bed…. Then to the toilet to clean my face and mouth.
After that, I followed the delicious scent that instantly made my stomach rumble.
At the dining table, two plates of fried rice, a pot of tisane and two cups have been prepared.
“O-oh, by the way, today's prawn fried rice!" Yuka approached me. “Come on, come on, Chiba! Try taste this! Is it good?" She encouraged me to quickly taste her cooking.
“All right, all right, don't push, Yuka,”
(Oh my! Is there any food from you that I don't eat?)
We are like newlyweds. Despite the fact, we just got engaged. Yuka, who was quite stubborn, decided to live in the same apartment as me. Well, that actually makes my life more colorful.
“Oh yeah, Yuka, I'm still confused. Can we just call it a tea instead of a tisane? That's an odd wording, I… think."
Well, that's because Yuka recently bought a 90s detective film. The famous short man thick mustache Belgian detective. Surprisingly, within a week, he finished the entire series. Sasuga… Yuka.
"No way Chiba! By the way, that was the white chrysanthemum tisane I dried!” he added. “Eh-ahem! You have only disappointed Hercule Poirot-san! The truth will always reveal itself!” Shee said that while posing as if she had a thick mustache like the detective character she was watching.
(Yuka is so childish….)
"Well, Chiba, now taste it first!"
I looked for a chair to sit down while Yuka was right behind waiting for my response. I'm like a head chef who is testing food workers.
I scavenged a spoonful…
“Hmph! Mmmmhm~” After I swallowed, I turned to her. Everything feels breaking in harmony and increasingly makes my stomach grumble. “It's delicious! No problem! You can never go wrong with prawns plus fried rice!”
"Is it true? I'm grateful!" Yuka hugged me from behind.
I continued to devour Yuka's dish. As if one or two bites were not enough.
Suddenly…
Heavy rain… accompanied by wind coming in through the window….
"Oh, rain?" we said, turning around to look out the wide living room window. Very heavy rain and wind.
The chandelier above the dining table moves with the breeze from the kitchen window.
Then… blinking. Off then on, then off again, then on.
Flickering….
Flickering….
Keep doing that, over and over again.
“Chiba….”
Another voice called me.
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“Chibaaaaa…”
Her voice is low and long. Like a weak and powerless woman.
“Twinkle - twinkle,”
“Twinkle – twinkle,”
My eyes opened slowly, my vision blurry and vague. Then it closed again.
(What is this…? Did I really get hit by an earthquake?)
I thought that because there was an unstable beam of light.
On, off, on, off, so on.
Now I open widely, my eyes began to catch clearly a woman. Ventine-san was wearing the tracksuit that I lent yesterday wearing an apron and turning off the flashlight repeatedly.
(Ventine-san…? What is she playing with flashlight?)
“Ah, good morning, Ventine-san….”
“Pimpom~ wrong! Chibaaaa, good afternoon…”
The flashlight finally turned off and did not turn on again. Then, she put it on top of the drawer.
(Eh? Afternoon?)
When I was about to take the phone, I realized my right hand feels heavy.
“Ara ara~ good afternoon, Chiba?”
A checkered red long-sleeved shirt and a cream-colored closed long skirt, Fusae Ichikawa, suddenly lay down on the bed and hugged me tightly.
"Why are you here!? I don't even remember how close we were? How come Ventine-san opened the door for you?”
“Ehhh? Ventine should refuse…?” Ventine, whose response was slow, quickly tugged Ichikawa-san's leg with all his might to get out of the way. Well, Ichikawa-san doesn't seem to budge. In fact, she seemed to be overjoyed by her erotic voice.
“Ah… there, no need, Ventine-san,”
“Ow… okay.” Ventine-san took off the dark red haired woman's leg.
"Chiba-san, you have a unique pet huh?"
"Ow, ow! Is Ventine cute like a cat? Ventine… loves cats!!” For some reason, Ventine-san's ridicule of Ichikawa-san was caught differently.
(Why is she happy!?) I patted my own forehead.
“It is… not like that, Ventine-san! What Ichikawa-san means is that you are the same as an animal!”
“Ooooh! So Ventine… is similar?” Ventine-san looks even happier.
(Is Ventine-san that stupid?)
I quickly got up and took my cell phone.
Its 12.30…
It was indeed as Ventine-san said.
“Chiba-…san! You have some things to explain… right~? For example~ forgot something?”
I turned lazily to the side, facing Ichikawa-san. I was a bit annoyed by his cynical smile.
“What are you talking about, Ichikawa-san? Also… please don't call me by my first name, please!”
“Really~?” Ichikawa-san's hands grabbed my cheeks, and pulled them tight.
“Ara ara~ First…~ you have to explain who this girl is~?”
(Shit! How could I be so stupid? I haven't even told anyone about Ventine-san!)
“I-ichikawa-san! S-stop! I-its hurt!”
She ignored me and instead tightened her grip.
“Ara ara~ Secondly…~ I've been waiting for you from morning until ten o'clock and still waiting another two hours?!~ How about it, Chi-e-ba-san~?”
Her calm voice wasn't reassuring at all. On the contrary, it feels scary. Because I remember that at seven in the morning I will come to visit the small building that Ichikawa-san bought. I accepted the job offer. Even if she is ridiculously insists.
By the way… I remembered about yesterday. As soon as I entered my apartment, I immediately went to bed. I'm even still wearing my work suit and these white chrysanthemums are still in my pocket.
(Well it can't be helped, right? Arriving at the apartment at 3.15 AM anyway? How am I supposed to wake up at 7 AM? Am I a slave laborer again?)
Well, but what is clear is that I really have to apologize to the two women in front of me.
***
Now I'm sitting on the living room couch, with two strange women. I know this will bring my image into question.
Putting that aside….
My cheeks were red and a little painful. I have proven it myself when I clean my face with facial soap in the shower. 'This is what men do when they repeatedly break a woman's heart', said Ichikawa-san. Ichikawa-san nagged at me even at lunch, even though I missed breakfast.
oh by the way...
I didn't expect that Ventine-san made fried rice. Well, even though it was already cold because it should have been ripe this morning. I also disappointed her, because I didn't taste her food while it was still warm. About the taste… well, quite similar. Even though it wasn't warm, it definitely still tasted good. I think Ventine-san's tongue reminds me of someone. Only, Ventine-san used eggs instead of prawns.
I had explained about Ventine-san to her. At first Ichikawa-san looked doubtful. But seeing Ventine-san whose thinking response was slow and a bit strange in responding to something, she had to believe it. Well ... in the end the feeling of trust is also forced. Am I that bad?
Likewise with Fusae Ichikawa. I told Ventine-san that Fusae Ichikawa was my business partner. Well, at least that's all I can say for now.
So…
Ichikawa-san came here to talk about something.
“Well, I'd like to ask your help to create a simple program that integrates sales, warehouse stock, profit, bonus settings, and customer names. At least I will buy two computers later. Is that a complex request, Takeichi-san?”
Behind her eyes, she uses eyeshadow, heavy make-up, and her simple but elegant appearance and serious gaze makes it hard for me to resist her.
Besides… I'm planning to go to a psychiatrist.
My sedatives are running out.
ns18.218.221.53da2
and then Add to home screen.