>>5727945Once we reached my house, she stood by and watched my back as I unlock the door.
‘Thanks ma’am. Good night….’
She vanishes just as quickly as before. Nara says she can transport people when traversing this way, but it tends to be hard on the mind.
I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it now. They’re half way across town. I’ll just sleep it off.
[…]
The incessant chirping and howling of animals still got me to wake up before dawn, but I can’t be bothered to get out of bed. I must’ve slept for two or three more hours before getting up for good. Even on my days off, there’s still plenty of chores to do. Laundry. Groceries. Rehearsals. The month is near its end as well, so I have to write back to my parents pretty soon. I unlock the latches and open the wooden shutters…
9 in the morning already. I’ll get the groceries in the afternoon, then.
Bits of wood and coal catch fire with some prodding by a candle. While the stove begins to warm up, I check on the jar of green custard. A faint scent of coconut and pandan is produced when I open it up. Nearly empty, but good enough for now. The bread is sliced thinly, its width no wider than my thumb. With the fire ready, a metal frame and three slices of bread are placed on top of it. Once they turn copper, I cut them into small squares. Crispy, sweet, a little buttery, and requiring few utensils.
The late morning and noon was mostly occupied with washing and drying clothes. Carrying those buckets and changing the covers gave my arms quite the sore.
Ah, it was so much easier once.
Sing and I would help each other out when we were free. How his bed managed to be more cleanly than mine is still a mystery. I don’t think I ever met someone with that many pillows in my entire life.
At least we did not separate on bad terms. We just…. drifted away from one another. Even if his family didn’t move, I don’t think things could have turned out differently.
… hmph.
I originally wanted to finish writing my letter before the afternoon hours, but the words do not come easily to me right now. How quickly do the minutes pass. The reed pen feels heavy in my hand. Perhaps a decent lunch will help me.
