Successfully, on the day of discharge, Mr. Takashiro dropped me off with his usual nicotinic smile. All the nurses who came to see me off were crying. Fear came before pleasure because there were dozens of people.
... most people say they've never spoken to a man properly, so I guess it's kind of bothering you to say that I'll be gone without a decent conversation.
But when I was sobbing at the same time, my face was drawn to so much force...
I got in my mother's car and arrived at home in about fifteen minutes.
"Now, here we are, just a moment to unlock it.
"Yeah."
I'll take a look at the house while I wait for my mother. It's been four days since I actually didn't come back, but I feel like I miss it a lot.
But it's a big house... with a three-story garden. It's a mansion, so it's like my mother said she was an executive at the company... and I didn't remember it because I wasn't interested at all before.
Wait, I'm going to lock it now.
There was a sound of the lock opening, and her mother opened the door and went inside. I will then go inside and arrive in the living room.
"You're hungry, right? Shall I get you something? Or are you just coming home for a bite to eat?
"Well, if it's simple, I'll make it.
"Uhhhh...."
If I make a suggestion, my mother will make a terrific noise and look at me.
"Well, I can make rice noodles or something, and I can taste them pretty good...."
I'll go to the kitchen with that. Perhaps you're worried about my cooking, because I've never cooked at all before, and I've only eaten out... but now that I remember my previous life, I can cook quite well. That's why I suggested.....
"Chi, no! You know, there's hardly any ingredients in the fridge... so why don't we go shopping today? Hey!"
I hear a rush as I try to open the refrigerator.
Well, I don't know if there are enough ingredients, but I might be able to check it, or if I can stir-fry it with leftovers of vegetables.
"Yeah, well, I don't know if I can make anything out of it, so I'll take a look."
That's how I open the big refrigerator door.
Ah!
I heard my mother's impatient voice. And then something in the fridge came into my eyes.
What came into my eyes was a large amount of beer in the fridge and a snack after that. Open the freezer.
Another cup of frozen edamame.
Slowly he turned his face toward his mother, and there was a woman with tears in her eyes, drowning in alcohol, shaking her face fully and sideways.
"No, it's just a coincidence. Today is the only day I'm full of alcohol, but I'm not a liquor lover, and I was in something I didn't know. No, I'm not an alcoholic.
I can't believe it! I'm desperately excusing myself, but maybe I can't do anything about this family at all....
Speaking of which, the housekeepers did everything about the house....
I don't think a man would have to do housework in this world... but how did he get it from my father?
Unexpectedly, I turned my eyes to look at a 40-year-old OL who was drunk on the road. It's a pitiful gaze. Her mother is half crying under the gaze.
I can't help it, let's go to the store.
When she heard the words, her mother left the room with a smile from her half-crying face and said that she would bring the menu.
Apparently, he was glad he didn't hate me.
A little later, I came back with a variety of shop menus in my hand.
"There are a lot of soba, pizza, sushi, Chinese, but which would you like to eat? Everything is fine."
"No, I can't eat that much."
"Right ~, my recommendation is this soba shop. The soba noodles are delicious, but the bowls are also delicious."
"Well, there you go. I have this set of tempura bowls and warm soba noodles."
"I am. Let's make it a set of seasonal cooked rice and rustic soba noodles, I'll call you."
That's what my mother ordered on the phone.
Then I'm going to my room.
Speak to your mother and head to your room.
My room is behind the third floor.
Opening the door and looking inside, it is my familiar room.
I think it's a bigger room now, about fourteen or five tatami mats.
Enter the room, go in front of the closet and open it.
I can see a lot of clothes inside, and when I check that there is a junior high school uniform inside, I get a big sigh.
What is said to be school uniforms in this world is mostly skirts, without distinction between men and women.
Now that I remember, there is no discomfort hammer. However, it is strange to complain about what has been worn without any resistance until now, and this uniform is also the culture of our world. Then there is no choice but to feel uncomfortable or not. There is also a proverb that when you enter a village, you must obey it.
If you think about it, there are some good things about this world, where no amount of women dress up with white eyes.
I don't have any feminine hobbies!