On a rainy night, a long-haired woman stands in the hallway of the apartment.
Honestly, I was seriously freaked out. I almost screamed for the first time in years at the sight that was too intense at 2: 00 in the middle of the night after overtime, but the suit she was wearing looked familiar.
"Early Maiden next door, right?
"What, aback, neighbor... Excuse me, I'm an early maiden, yes."
Looking back to jump victoriously. It was indeed the premature maiden living in room 603 next to me who was patting her eyes as she paid her hand for the hair stuck to her cheeks with rain.
There was no special interaction just with the neighbor, but he remembered about my face over there.
But I know what "eh" is, but "aba" is also novel.
"Are you home from work? It's too late."
"That, yes, for once"
For once.
It's called standing wet a long time, there's a lot to worry about, but it wouldn't be about others stepping in either. We'll be working with each other tomorrow.
"Well, good night then"
"Yes, good night,"
Remove the key and plug it into the keyhole in the door knob.
Twist that and the key will be unlocked, and my house, which only keeps the computer and the rest of the cactus pots, will welcome me.
The early maiden next door doesn't try to do this flow that all the residents of the apartment would be doing. He stands still staring at the door.
Is that it?
"Could it be the key, you lost it?
"Yes, no, I didn't lose it"
I expected a common reason, but they were mistaken.
"I just left it at a business trip that takes three hours each way..."
"Isn't it something similar? So there's nothing you can do to tell me you were here?
"Excuse me......"
"Even if they apologize... Do you ever call anywhere you left it?
I'll ask you once, but somehow the time is 2: 00 am. It's time for the city to stay asleep, except for corporate animals like me.
"Keep your smartphone and wallet in the same bag as your keys... You can't use a pay phone, and if you can, no one will answer it."
"Even if you're always out, I don't know what to do."
"Yes......"
The premature maiden, who snorted cool with a hard look on her bee, was like a lost child.
Early Maiden and I remember seeing each other face to face the day we moved in last spring.
It was also a while ago that I was happy that my neighbor was such a beautiful person.
I thought I lost contact because of this when I was crushed by work and people lived time I went home... but I didn't know he was like this.
"Anyway, I'll catch a cold as it is. I'll lend you the money, so stay at some business hotel today."
"Well, you can't do that"
"You can't leave me alone. I'll get you a towel. So just wipe your hair until you call a cab. So, are you okay?
"Yes, thank you, thank you"
I don't lend you money. It's a doctrine, but I can't help it all this time.
She tried to come into the house to get a towel, and if you look closely, the Maiden's mouth is puckering somewhat.
I can't thank you enough, not apparently.
"Early Maiden"
"Bye, yes!
"Suck it."
"Su"
"Spit it out."
"Ha."
"Suck it big."
"Shh."
"Spit out loud."
"Ha-ha."
Deep breaths are great. I can calm people down in a short time.
And it's free.
"Okay, go ahead."
"Um, I have an important job tomorrow."
"Yes."
"The necessary materials are in the house."
"Yes?"
"Without it, our company, could crumble,"
"Isn't that a great pinch!!
I accidentally raised my voice in a more serious matter than I thought, and I looked around in a hurry. Apparently, I'm relieved that no one has woken up.
If this happens, I have no choice.
"Early Maiden, do you have anything on the veranda?
"Veranda, is it? No, nothing in particular"
"I'll go to the premature maiden's room to tell the veranda from my room, break the window and open it from the inside. Do you mind?
"Yeah!?
Early Maiden's surprise is against breaking windows, against flying off the sixth floor veranda, and probably both.
But there is no other way (a week after this date, it is another story that my whole body lost strength knowing the existence of a 24-hour locksmith).
Above all, I never wanted to leave someone locked out of my house.
"Just come to us. Because it's better to have the landlord present later."
"So, but dangerous..."
"You just put your foot on the railing and cross the partition board, and don't worry. Even if it rains, it doesn't fall."
"Then I'll do it myself"
"No, sir."
Reject immediately.
I'm sorry, but I can't think of any image of a premature maiden flying around the veranda with Hilary. In case it falls, there could be a brunette ghost in my room.
And that.
"Anything yet?
"I didn't clean..."
"I'll be there. I'm home."
"Ma, wait. Am I interrupting?
Even my room 605 isn't pretty enough for people to be proud of, but I was fortunate to have few things.
Pack the necessary tools from the killing landscape room in your pocket and unlock the window. There was only a little rain coming down the side into the room.
"Confirmation. I break the window, get in the room, open the door from the inside. Is that good?
"Oh, please. But please, if you can't, just give it up right away."
You noticed. Nodding to the early-born maiden who bows her head, she puts her foot on the veranda.
Blowing wind sounds and pounding rain, I feel a moment of fear at my wet feet, but I lifted my body all at once with my hands on the partition plate.
"Ah, Ababa"
... Early Maiden screams heard from behind? concerned.
"I'm coming."
"Yes!
"Yo!"
The height of the sixth floor doesn't mean there's a distance. Rotate your body with the partition plate as your fulcrum, practically three seconds until you descend onto the veranda on your side of the Maiden, feeling thirty minutes physically.
When you take a deep breath to calm down a heart like Bakubaku and look over the veranda, there is certainly nothing like this, only the air conditioning outdoor unit is sitting neatly.
"Um, are you okay!?
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Wow...... It's a boy..."
What about that rating on a man in his mid-twenties, Maiden?
"I'm going to break the window, so please wait in front of the front door"
Reply to the voice of the early maiden, barely heard from across the partition board, and remove the tools in her pocket.
Barr over military hands, gum tape and hips. That's it.
"Wipe the window moisture, put gum tape on it, put your hands on it," he said.
Cover the vicinity of the key with gum tape and closely adhere. I've learned before that fragments don't splash when I do this. It will also reduce the risk of being reported, as it has the effect of dampening the sound.
Ready. And then.
"It's like a bar, bup tap!
Something like that, not a genuine bar, but somehow it came out of my mouth.
And let's conclude. Window glass, harder than I thought.
"My hand, my right hand..."
Hold down your billowing and paralyzing hands. The momentum was cut just because I thought it would be easier to go with Parin, but in the front door, there's an early maiden waiting for me. Most importantly, it's too much to give up.
"Because! Because!
Handling like a crack.
"Because!!
Before the three consecutive hits of temperament, the crystalline window glass of modern science - although the glass is not crystalline, apparently - was smashed and scattered. Fragments do not splash as intended and stick to sloppy inner dripping gum tape.
Carefully insert your hand in the cross section and unlock the window. I'm glad I'm not the type to open it from the outside.
The Early Maiden family that finally stepped in that way was a little beyond my imagination.
"Wow..."
Cardboard box to fill the floor.
Almost empty bookshelves and cupboards.
And empty pet bottles.
Probably as a result of moving out and unloading only the minimum and leaving a drunk pet bottle on the floor while living in an empty space.
Not unclean because the lid is properly closed, but very terminal in appearance.
"Something, yeah. I don't mind."
I thought the room of a burly working brunette was more modern or sappy like this. No, it's pretty modern in a way.
“Ping-Poon."
"Um, did you get in...?
A head that was solidified by an unexpected situation was recalled to the sound of the intercom. Early Maiden had completely forgotten that there was a owner of this distinctive (alley) room in front of the front door.
"Oh, I'm in now. I'll open it."
When I unlocked the front door and opened the door knob, a softly restless early maiden waited beyond it. He's such a small man when you look at him like this.
"I saw it, didn't I?
I don't even have to ask about the tragedy of the room.
"Well, it's a pretty efficient way to live."
Early maiden's face, which was blue, turned bright red to her ears at once.
I meant to wrap it in an oblate, but it could have done extra damage.
"Ugh..."
"In the meantime, please come inside. I'll go home if I block the windows with gum tape."
I take the nogging Early Maiden's hand and pull it into the room. The little hand is cold and tells the story of how she kept waiting in front of the door for quite a while.
"Look, if you don't take a bath, you'll catch a cold. You can't laugh if you're sick because you got the file."
"Yes... I'm home..."
"Welcome back, you had a rough day"
……
My words, which I casually returned, stopped Early Maiden's movements perfectly as she was about to take off her low heeled black pump.
"Ha, I'm home"
"Huh? Welcome back?
I said why not one more time, so I give it back one more time.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back"
"I'm home."
"Welcome back"
Do you like it?
No, I don't know if I like this or something, but I just repeat it so much that I think I do.
"For the first time in ten years, I've had you say..."
He was stabbing me.
"Well, it's hard to tell you that you do live alone,"
"Also, can I do it again?
"I'll tell you as much as I want."
"Really?"
I don't know, is it the fault of the mind that a premature maiden who is supposed to be older looks toddler degenerative?