"Please wait."

Coming. Finally. Spicy vegetable curry waiting. Green broccoli and peppers, red tomatoes and carrots, light yellow potatoes, oh, I want some.

Mr. Maelia eats about half of it. Curry and rice are just a few moments away. Maybe I don't really like it or dislike it because I eat it without leaving any vegetables.

"Yes, it's melon soda"

"What?"

"Oh, I asked for it, Mr. Maricana"

Ku, it wasn't me. I resent and care about Mr. Mayria smoking foaming melon soda with a straw. I feel pity for myself. It's pitiful.