"A man can withstand some pain if he gets a wage commensurate with his job and abilities."
The manager of the business partner said that - and I recall fu in the elevator. I agree with you that it may be a bit of an old idea, but it's rewarding, so you can work hard.
Chin, and make a noise and the elevator stops.
The iron box heading to the sixth floor, where my room is, is small and alone and makes me anxious, but I kind of liked being able to think. Plus now there's someone waiting for me on this floor.
Ever since I met him, I've liked the time I've been in this box more.
It's been three weeks since Matsumoto arrived.
It's the end of June now. That's Matsumoto-san's first pay day.
Though the timing of the initial payment would also be different depending on the company, I wanted to give it to you as soon as possible. 'Wage' is the most important part of the employment contract, because it is the backbone of my connection with Matsumoto.
I've brought it in an envelope rarely so far, but I wonder if you'd be happy.
Wouldn't it piss me off if I had more trouble putting it in my account?
I wonder if that will quit.
... Rather, I don't like work anymore today and haven't waited.
"Yeah, let's not. This is a bad one."
Being in front of the door raises anxiety every second. I reached for the intercom just to get home.
In response to the sound of a ping-pong, there is an unlocked sound from inside. Apparently you've been waiting for me properly.
"Just now...?
Still, the anxiety cannot be wiped away, and the door opens to peek in. I already know Matsumoto is here.
Anxious to feel safe, this feeling is going to make me feel a little scared of myself.
"Welcome back, Mr. Mio"
"Ha, I'm home!
"Yes, welcome back. Good luck today."
In the house, it's bright.
I can take off my shoes and say "I'm home" in a light-filled front door without having to turn on the lights myself.
Smells like dinner, has a bath, and a decent bed.
Above all, there are people who can eat dinner with me, watch movies, and uno as I talk about what I can do today.
I spend more than half of my monthly income on this warmth. I think I can call.
The day I give you that consideration is today.
"Matsumoto, what are you doing today...?
I felt uncomfortable trying to take out a tea envelope that said 'Paycheck' aloud.
Something's wrong.
"What's up, Mr. Mio?
"Matsumoto, aren't you leaning a little...?
What can I say? Matsumoto-san is a pussy.
It's like bowing at an asai angle when you're not like someone who "looks familiar but doesn't talk in" on the road, for some reason it's about that forward leaning attitude.
"I may have misslept a little"
"Is there anything wrong with sleeping all over your body?
"It's the centenary of my life. There's a lot going on."
"Really?
No, that's not all.
"Hey, Matsumoto."
"What is it, Mr. Mio?
"Earlier, which one are you looking at...?
"I'm looking at Mr. Mio."
"I'm looking at a void...?
He's really looking at me, if you put it slowly.
But the usual Matsumoto is not like this. He looks me in the eye when I talk to him. He listens to me, thinks and replies.
I don't know, it's like I'm looking somewhere in the world today. Rather, I have until I see a different world with my right and left eyes.
"Ha ha, Mio knows a nasty word about void"
"It's crazy, something's wrong with you today, Matsumoto! What's wrong!?
I went up the front door and grabbed Matsumoto's arms from the side.
Though I didn't mean to make it particularly strong.
"Wow!
"Matsumoto!?
Matsumoto has a weird squeal (?) and collapsed to the floor.
"Ku, ku, oh..."
"Matsumoto, Matsumoto, hold on! Does it hurt anywhere? Is it painful? Is it hard? Don't die!!
"Ha, ha. He said he wouldn't die...!
Matsumoto trying to get up. But as soon as I held my hand I offered to help you, I nodded on the floor again.
"Coe, hoe"
"There's a voice like someone wearing a black mask...... Hey, Matsumoto, what's up? Say it right!
After breathing painfully for a while, I heard a voice squeezing out of Matsumoto, who remained nodding on the floor.
"Belly, but. Other than that angle, my belly...!
"Do you want to be hungry?
"My stomach is stabbed from the inside, it hurts like..."
"Duh, what shall I do? You know why?
"Me too, I've never seen anything like this before...!
"Ababa Bubba"
Food poisoning?
Stomach cancer?
Diarrhea?
The sickness that makes me hungry makes me wander around my head. But I don't know which one it is, and even if I do, I don't know how to cure it.
What should I do?
What shall we do? What shall we do?
"Hiccup, hiccup"
"Hey, what? I want something, Matsumoto!?
"Hikuju, kyu...!
"Hikujuku!
Hundred Beasts!?
What are you, a beast class?!? Lion!?
"Hikujuku..................!
One hundred and ninety thousand.
Matsumoto sounded like he said so.
"Ah......!
On my head came the word I heard from the chief.
"A man can withstand some pain if he gets a wage commensurate with his job and abilities."
Here it is.
There's not much I can do right now. Then at least do what Matsumoto wants.
"Matsumoto!
"Mio, …"
"I'll give you one hundred and ninety thousand yen, good luck!!!
"I'd be happier if you called an ambulance at 119!
"Ah."
Matsumoto, who was transported in an emergency, got better as soon as he took his medicine at the hospital. She had a duodenal ulcer.
Fortunately, I didn't even have surgery, and I welcomed Matsumoto home, who still seemed a little sore.
"Uh, Mr. Mio? Why the front seat?"
"This time, I just got in a hurry and it made me feel unnecessarily painful really, really..."
"Oh no, because it's my inanimate when it comes to the original. I'd rather be frightened if Mr. Mio wasn't around. Thank you so much for your help."
"Matsumoto...... So, but I'm really sorry I'm late, huh? So, this."
Give Matsumoto the newly prepared envelope. It replaces the square envelope from the last long envelope and is about a centimeter and a half thick.
"... Mio, what about this thick tea envelope?
"Initial salary"
"First Inaugural Pay!?
"... and a million and ninety thousand yen for sympathy money and everything."
"Altogether one hundred and forty-nine thousand yen... so...!?
It was totally awesome, and in the end, they only received 300,000 yen of your salary. Tough.
At least, from now on, I thought I'd take care of Matsumoto more.