It was a peaceful weekend morning if it was calm, and an intense weekend morning if it was hectic.
After getting ready to leave, I packed my bag and left the room.
I took Alan’s strawberry fan from the floor and waved it around as if it were flapping.
Today, I decided to meet Alan later than usual.
I was able to prepare quite comfortably. I was in good shape because I slept a lot.
I carefully took out my phone. There was no contact from Kenta.
I was convinced he was still in his sleep. For me, it was like going to the library in my neighborhood, but Kenta was Kenta.
He slept a lot. No matter how excited he was to receive the introduction he had hoped for, his enthusiasm was not so great that he chose to abandon a good night’s sleep and arrived at the library early in the morning.
I turned instead of going straight to the front door after putting back my phone.
I approached my mother, who was sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee and watching a travel entertainment program rerun.
“Mom…”
“Yeah, son. What is it?”
On TV, comedians who fell into the water made a scene.
Every time they exhaled, fogs appeared, and given that they were wearing a thick padded jumper, the background in the TV had to be winter.
My mother became engrossed with it, and despite my calls, her gaze remained fixed on the television.
“Um…” I said as I sat on the edge of the sofa, dragging my voice.
“Mom, can I borrow your credit card?”
Then my mother turned her head toward me. She looked worried.
“Why, Jeff, are you short of pocket money?”
In fact, I tend to get a lot more pocket money than my peers.
That was because I’ve been saving up little by little.
I don’t go to the kiosk very often, and at most, I sometimes buy something for dinner with my friends to go play in a downtown area.
As I had never asked for pocket money, it was natural for my mother to be worried.
I responded by waving my hand in denial.
“No…I don’t. That’s because my friend bought me a meal every day. Uh, I’d like to buy for him as well, but I only have cash…”
I frequently missed out on paying because of Alan, who used his card instead of cash every day.
Even if it was the bosses, part-timers would prefer to pay with a credit card rather than the cumbersome cash.
I was wondering if my mother could understand what I was saying as I spoke.
To be honest, my mother probably had no idea what I was talking about.
My mother tilted her head as soon as I finished talking. Then, without saying anything, she reached out for something on the table.
She took a card from her purple leather wallet and held it out to me.
“Did our Jwfft get chubby cheeks because his friend bought him a meal every day?”
I hardened at her words as she gently caressed my cheek.
“Did I gain weight?”
I asked while tapping both my cheeks alternately.
Did I put on weight? My clothes were still the same size.
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Romansa"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
