A Girl's Turmoil

Chapter 19 - At Misaka's House

"So, this is her house?"

"I think so."

"You think so, or you just don't know how to use GPS?"

"Are you doubting me?"

"Do you know why I doubt you?"

"Huh, I guess that's enough reason why."

Around the hours of the afternoon, two such girls are standing in front of a house. The current neighborhood they're inside is relatively peaceful, yet lively with children playing around at the nearby houses. Playing tags, hide-and-seek, hula-hoops, and such. Although, what was notable was the lush verdure around the neighborhood, which the bluenette recounts as something absent of her neighborhood. The air is fresher in this neighborhood, and the sight of trees and flowers at each house is nothing more than a luxurious comfort for those with a green thumb.

Sakurako herself likes the sight of the greenery but isn't looking forward to having one at her house, except for the front yard. Maybe her laziness or she just didn't like to have leaves and flowers dropping like flies around the house. As for her front yard, it existed as a way to cool down the house, or so, according to her mother. Can't even understand how does that works.

Anyway, the house that stands before them is a second-story house. The house is colored in apricot, whereas the roof and the frames of windows and a door are copper. Unlike the other houses with walls, this one has an iron fence guarding the yard and is frankly still open for visitors. Small trees lined up on their right, four potted flowers behind the fences, and a balcony of bushes for each window on the first floor. The path towards the house was a straight cemented pathway, which was disappointing on Sakurako's part, for she had expected cobblestones for the path, fitting to the greenery nature around the house.

"The front yard looks beautiful," the bluenette spoke. "It's a shame that I get to live in an apartment."

The blonde stays silent and then rolls her eyes to the side. "You don't like the apartment?"

"It's not like that," she replied. "But I like my home decorated with flowers."

"Didn't you have one in your room?" Sakurako asked her.

"Yeah, but I like to have more," Himawari then turned to her. "Don't you want flowers around your house?"

"Hmm..." Sakurako turned her eyes forward. "No."

"Heh," the bluenette pouted and looked away. "I'm not surprised you're that lazy."

"It's not that I'm lazy."

"I don't believe you."

"I know," Sakurako looked down to her GPS on the phone. "But I don't mind having a lawn."

Himawari gives a curious and questionable look to the blonde. "You do realize you have to cut the grasses when they are tall."

"Doesn't bother me much."

Himawari sighs, then shuts her eyes. "You don't want flowers because that's a lot of work to take care of them, correct?"

"No," Sakurako replied lowly. "I don't want to watch flowers and leaves falling out on the lawn."

Without letting Himawari reply, the blonde steps forward through the fence, which the bluenette followed suit. After climbing a couple of steps, they stand by the door, and Sakurako presses the doorbell. They could hear a beautiful chime of rhythmical bells by the door, higher the tone than the usual they heard from the school. Sakurako pockets her phone and corrects her handbag. A couple of seconds passed before they could hear a voice.