Chapter 8 Part 1, Section 8: Cicadas on the Eighth Day (8)

"I am Kiwako Nonomiya, a resident of Room 102 in the Sky Apartment." no problem.I was neither trembling nor strange.Ah——you are a resident of Sky Apartment.Miss Nonomiya.Yes Yes Yes.It's a courteous male voice. "I'm sorry, my father fell ill suddenly, I have to go back to my hometown immediately..." I remembered the same words I said a year ago.He even remembered that he hadn't lied at the time, but his voice kept shaking.Out of restlessness, anger, and despair. "Even if we move now, you just informed us today, so we still have to charge you next month's rent, is that okay?" asked the real estate agent.It's okay, I replied. "Then, when you decide to move, please come over. There are still some formalities to go through. Please bring the key when the time comes."

"Excuse me, can't it be mailed? I have to go back as soon as possible..." "Yes, posting is a bit inappropriate. But I also know that you have difficulties. In short, you shouldn't be moving out in these two days, right? I'll send the documents over first, please take a look." It's a suite with no deposit or key money, and it's annoying to end up with such a lot of chatter. "I see. I'll let you guys know when I decide to move, and then I'll go to your company." I didn't intend to say that, but I hung up the phone. I took out the garbage bag from under the dressing table and stuffed everything in the room into it without leaking.Towels, face wash supplies, slippers, electric cooker, portable radio.Luckily I don't have any big pieces of furniture.The quilt wouldn't fit in the trash bag, so I tied it with string.Unplug the almost empty mini-fridge.Where should the refrigerator and quilt be thrown?In the garbage collection site in front of the apartment, there are often residents who don’t abide by the garbage disposal day and throw things casually, so it’s good to put them there?As long as you lose it, be careful not to be seen by others.

A slice of my life here, stuffing five garbage bags.I looked out through the peephole on the door, and after making sure there was no one, I took out the trash one by one.The residents on the second floor came downstairs, and I hurriedly hid in the room and held my breath to keep silent.In fact, it wasn't necessary, but I didn't even dare to breathe until I couldn't hear him at all. Carrying my travel bag, I strolled through the children's products section of the Kichijoji Department Store.But I don't know what to buy.There are diapers, milk powder, thermometers and cotton swabs, which should also be bought as spares.

Suddenly, I realized that I was looking at a counter full of pastel children's clothing.I spread out my jumpsuit, folded my tiny jeans, and looked at trendy sweaters that cost the equivalent of grown-up clothing.I suddenly remembered that I walked on this floor like this two years ago.At that time, I dismissed the women's clothing stores that I had to visit in the past, walked straight here, picked up the little clothes worn by dolls, and opened them up and raised them up for inspection.There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. Involuntarily, I really want to lie down in the pile of small clothes and cry.I told myself that there is no need to pity me at that time any more.No need to cry at all.Because Kaoru has returned to me.