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Friday 19th “Gathering things for the flea market”
When I woke up today, I felt rather empty – I had no idea of what I wanted to do and Hiro wouldn’t be home before around 10 pm. I went into the living room, where the mother told me that Keiko would come by soon, because she was going to pick up some things at an old lady’s house. The mother then asked if I wanted to come along – well anything seemed better than just waiting around. Some time later Keiko came around, dropped off Hikaru and said she would take the car to the old lady’s house. Since it wasn’t far from my homestay house, the mother, Hikaru and I went there by foot. It was just a short trip though the big yard, a walk on a narrow path, which was surrounded by small houses – all with a touch of “country side”.
We reached the old lady’s house, where Keiko was already busy with emptying out closets and shelves and I had no idea why. While the mother talked and Keiko loaded up the car I was watching after Hikaru. I was finally told that all the books and clothes Keiko was collecting was going to be used for a flea market, which were going to take place the next day.
After some more talk with the old lady who made me try to guess her age – I guess she liked hearing people guess 80, when she was really 97 years old. That must be considered a compliment. We went back to our house.
Then the rest of the day was spent with carrying all the stuff inside and look through it and then Keiko went home. I actually felt happy that dinnertime was approaching, since it meant that Hiro’s return would approach as well. Like always the father went to bed early, the mother stayed up and played some games with me, while I was mostly keeping my eyes on the big living room clock. Around 9:30 the mother said she would sleep for a while and then get up later. I took this as a change to go take a shower before Hiro returned, but when that was over and I returned to the living room around 10 pm, there were no signs of him. I started watching television, hoping that I any minute would hear the sound of his car, but nothing. The clock turned 11 pm, then 12 o’clock, still no annoying Hiro. At 1 am, I decided to stop being so awkward and went to my room, but I couldn’t really sleep. Around 3 am I finally heard the sound of a car pulling up. I argued with myself if I should go out and greet him or just stay in my room, since it was late and he probably would go to bed right away, I chose the last option. Then I heard the parent’s bedroom door open, it was the mother. I heard Hiro go to his room and then the muffled sounds of voices, well if they were going to be up, I was too.
I quietly left my room and went towards the living room, where Hiro’s room also was. The door to Hiro’s room was open and I placed myself there in the opening, watching Hiro and his mother talk. Hiro turned around and sent me a smile.
“You’re late” I mentioned in a casual tone.
Shortly after the mother, once again returned to bed and Hiro and I went to the living room.
“Are you tired?” I asked and sat in the chair next to his.
He answered no, but that statement was soon after followed by a yawn.
“You are tired!”
“Well maybe a little” he said and gave me a smile.
“Then why are you still up?”
“Because you are” he answered and kept looking at me.
I didn’t know what to answer and instead I tried to find something interesting to watch in the living room.
“What time are you getting up tomorrow?” He asked.
“What?! Why?! Why do you want to know that?” I stuttered, not sounding casual at all.
“Then I would get up around the same time, there’s also the flea market”
“Well, then what time do you think would be good?” I asked, hoping some dignity had returned to my voice.
“What about around 10? Then you could come and wake me up.”
“Listen… I’m not your alarm clock!”
He laughed a little and moved to stand by the heater, I followed, as always. After standing for a few minutes, we said our good nights and went to our separate room. That night I felt a sleep, while being happy about changing my bus ticket.