Wednesday March 10th – “Sharing my bed with a drunk Japanese girl.”
Yesterday I was told, that my host father and host mother had an appointment at the hospital, so they would be away from the morning. It would be just Hiro and me in the house.
Knowing that fact, I decided to spend my morning in my room – my clever way of avoiding Hiro. When I later on went to the bathroom, there were no signs of Hiro, so maybe he was avoiding me too or just sleeping very late.
I returned to my room, waiting for Keiko to come, since we were having lunch together today. But, it wasn’t Keiko, who around lunchtime knocked on my door, it was Hiro. He told me Keiko had called him to tell she couldn’t make it. He then asked if we should go out to get lunch together instead. I was pretty hungry, so it would be stupid to turn him down. I followed him out to the front door, were we got our jackets on. We ate at a hotel near the house, which offered a lunch buffet. It was lunch served with a lot of awkward silence. I was very thankful the place had a TV in the room, so I could pretend that I was actually watching it, taking a break from desperately thinking about topics to talk about.
Shortly after we returned to the house, one of Keiko’s friends came by. She was one of those who also had come by the house Monday evening. I remembered her name, Megumi, though we hadn’t really talked that evening. She had brought cake along for us. Even though I was full, I surely can’t say no to cake.
The three of us sat down around the dinning table ate cake and talked, mostly Megumi and I though. Later on Keiko came by. Her and Megumi shared their memories of their teenage days with me. How they had worked in Tokyo and partied every weekend. As evening approached, the father and mother returned home. They asked Megumi to join us for dinner. She accepted, but first she had to bring some things home. Keiko and I went with her, to her house, only 10 minutes away, on foot. She led us through the kitchen, where I was presented to her mother and then into her bedroom. Keiko and I waited for her there. I had already seen three Japanese homes in four days, which was a new record. When Megumi got back, she showed me some pictures from the before mentioned, teenage days. After that we went back to my homestay house.
The six of us had a nice, BBQ dinner in the house, my host father offered Megumi beer during dinner and she quickly drank two cans. After dinner, we had snacks in the form of, peanuts, slices of apple and squid. Megumi continued to drink and Hiro had joined her. As usual, my host father decided to go to bed around 8 pm. I had promised to talk with my mother on skype, this evening, so everyone was waited excited around my computer in the big living room, everyone wanted to hear me speak Danish. During the conversation with my mother, I showed the Hikaru on the camera and Megumi, who was getting a bit drunk, kept laying her head on my shoulder. My host mother went to bed. Keiko asked Megumi to stay and sleepover, after that Keiko also went to bed. Leaving, Megumi, Hiro and I in the living room.
I think this is when things started to change. Taking a new direction for the rest of my stay in Miyazaki. A direction I surely hadn’t seen coming.
It was like Hiro and Megumi was competing in drinking the most. Making both of them more talkative, especially Megumi, who asked me all sorts of questions. She also asked if my host father and host mother always went to bed so early. Hiro and I answered, yes.
“So it’s always just the two of you, talking in the evenings?”
I looked over at Hiro. Her question had a kind of tone, which made me convinced she would like the answer.
“Yeah, you can say that. Since everyone is sleeping” I answered and saw Hiro giving a nod.
Now, she was without a doubt interested and a whole new set of questions followed.
Questions such as; Do you think he is good looking? How old do you think he looks? Do you mind he is 10 years older than you?
I had no idea what made me answer no, to the last question. Because only a few days ago, I had seen the 10 year old as difference as a problem. Why did I even give a straight answer? I wasn’t interested in Hiro. As I answered that question, I looked at Hiro and I was like a saw a small hint of relief. Like it was the answer he had hoped for.
For talked some more that evening and Megumi also drank a lot more. When it was time to go to bed, there was no doubt the tiny, 26 year old girl, had reached her limit. She insisted on, that her and I should share a bed, even though a futon was prepared for her in the tatami room. It looked like Hiro found the whole thing very funny, as Megumi held on to my arm and once again resting her head on my shoulder.
The three of us went to brush our teeth. Hiro said we should go to Takachiho tomorrow. I looked at the clock, it was almost 3:30 am, if we were going to Takachiho we had to leave the house before 10, making as all very tired. So I told him we should go another day. What about Aoshima? I added, knowing that place was only about an hour drive away. Hiro quickly agreed to this. We asked Megumi to come along with us. First she hesitated, but I pleaded her some more, which made her say yes. After that we went to bed. I was glad my bed was big enough for the both of us, to lie comfortably, even though I couldn’t help but to think about how weird this whole situation seemed. Surely hadn’t tried sharing my bed with a drunk Japanese girl before.