Daily Lie of Megumi [JJK Fanfic]

Lie 13: I Won't Miss You, part 2

Megumi's Point of View

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Thirteen minutes driving past the road we took before—past the hospital, a Lawson, some restaurants, a river, big Yasaka Shrine, few other hotels and guest houses—and turn right on a restaurant named Shibosai Sumiyashi, then turn right again after the second traffic light, we arrived on a residential area with big buildings for housing.

Unlike with the Yoshida Residence, the alleys to get there are tidily kept yet so small I have constant anxiety the car would get scratched and we need to pay extra thousands of hundreds of yen to the owner. Fortunately, my dad is experienced in handling all kinds of vehicles in all kinds of situations thanks to the odd jobs he used to take, and before I know it, he parks the car safely inside the premises of what I read on the gate as Kyoto Women's University Komatsu Dormitory.

"This is it?" I ask my dad as he turns off the car's engine.

And my dad just replies with, "Yup," while nonchalantly getting out of the driver's seat.

I look at the building before us and, while it is indeed a massive improvement from the rundown Yoshida Residence, it also looks very expensive. The building itself consists of five stories—if not more—and looks like a fancy apartment only the heirs of big companies or rich families would reside in. The architectural style is minimalist with a sense of softness and efficiency. There's also something warm with the way the off-white walls mix very well with the brown paint here and there.

I turn to Tsumiki, giving her an expression of, 'Are you sure?' and she shrugs while shaking her head.

"Let's just take a look first," she reassures me.

As we follow our dad into the building, he is already talking to someone who looks like a staff here. A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, smiling and giggling much too casually for a polite reply to my dad explaining about our situation.

'He's fucking flirting,' I thought, begrudgingly while rolling my eyes, feeling sick at how he smiles and winks at the stranger.

We arrived beside him right after the woman says, "Oh, yeah, we just got a phone call from him."

And I paused on my feet, thinking, 'Who're they talking about?'

The woman, who's from this up close looks very beautiful, immediately turns to us, and greets us politely. "You must be Tsumiki-san." She extends her hand to me, and I stare wide-eyed at her.

"No, I'm her sister," I say, secretly thinking do I look that much older than my big sister. Then I point to Tsumiki who just calmly smiles beside me. "This is Tsumiki."

The woman politely apologizes and then proceeds to explain the facilities they have while guiding us through the first floor. According to her, this dormitory is usually reserved for Graduate or international female students, but since they have some rooms to spare, they could extend the courtesy to accept Tsumiki here. Which, in my ears, that's just an excuse of saying whoever arranged this is an extremely wealthy—if not also powerful—individual.

I eye my dad from the side, wondering what kind of secret life he's having behind our back. He notices me looking but deliberately ignoring me.

We passed the second floor where a cozy communal living room and a library are; the third floor with a laundry room, a shared kitchen, and a massive toilet, all squeaky clean; then the fourth floor where the bedrooms start. I thought her room would be here, on this floor. But the woman—whose I learn to know as Ms. Igurashi—walks straight toward other stairs to the fifth floor, where the corridor is more spacious, the ceiling higher, and the smell more fragrant.