"I'm going to sell the apartment....."

"Huh? You still have the loan, right?

There were two salesmen in suits.

Is it a rest time? I was having a conversation at a fast food store eating the cheapest set.

"Ah, it's a loan, I'll pay you half... for the money I sold, that's fine."

"Are you okay? If it's second-hand, the price of the apartment drops a lot, right?

I've heard a lot of conversations. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on anything.

Nana is in the store alone.

Because the waiter hasn't arrived yet.

"I wonder if you're coming again today..."

Nana sighed as she looked at the watch in the store.

Promise with your married best friend.

I promised to have tea on the second Tuesday of every month.

I don't get in touch very often, so I only contact you when I can't go. I promised not to be contacted when I could go.

It is already 40 minutes past twelve o'clock, the time promised.

My best friend didn't show up without contacting me last month or a few months ago.

Until now, ten years... I never came here without contacting you.

I didn't see him for about two years when I kept the child I knew. Since I stopped taking care of my children, I have been seeing them again every month.

"Today, let's buy some luxurious apple pie."

I remember the face of my best friend who was smiling.

I wasn't poor, but I was saving. It was clear from watching that there was no money to be free.

It seems that my husband scolded me for wasting my time. That's why I always paid for the points I earned for shopping. Cheapest hamburgers and drinks.

I've only spoken once that I want to drink. But she smiled with a slightly lonely face.

"Very well. Don't worry, I usually eat properly. Handmade dishes every day. Instead, I'm sorry. It's always done by a store where you can use points....."

I wonder what that lonely face meant.

A professional housewife who cooks daily. I don't have much money to be free, but I still accumulate points and sometimes enjoy them.

When Nana looked at the clock again, it was 12: 50.

"Ten minutes..."

The rendezvous is at twelve o'clock, but there is a rule that if you don't come by thirteen o'clock, you won't wait any longer.

... why aren't you coming, Yuri?

I didn't come here last month or the other day without contacting you. Besides, there was no "I'm sorry I couldn't contact you" afterwards.

And today... if you don't come...

I wonder what happened.

Yuri doesn't have a cell phone or a smartphone at the moment. I can only get in touch by landline. No matter how many times I called, Yuri didn't answer.

"Even if they say it's a waste, I want to move quickly."

"Why?"

"... Actually, come on... it's kind of scary, but maybe it'll be that apartment or accident property soon."

"What about the accident or the property?

Nana listened to the salesman's conversation to allay her anxiety.

"Yes. An accident property is not a room, it's another room in that apartment... but it would be less valuable if they told me that there was a murder in that apartment."

"Murder?

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Murder?