We stopped in front of an ordinary two-story house that had almost the same design as the surrounding houses, which I moved to when I was in elementary school.
Izumi was next to me and looked up at my house where she is going to live from now on.
I opened the chest-high outer gate and motioned for Izumi to come inside. She gave a small nod and stepped onto our property.
In the narrow garden between the gate and the front door were hydrangeas and roses that my mother had planted. Their flowers and green leaves were wet from the raindrops.
I take the key out of my pocket and unlock the door. Amidst the sound of the pouring rain, the sound of the lock opening with a clank echoed with a strange heaviness.
I open the door and go inside. Perhaps it was because I had walked in the fishy air of the rainy season, I could feel the smell of home, which I rarely feel in my daily life. I took off my shoes, pressed the switch at the Agari kamachi and turned on the front door light.
TN : The Agari kamachi is a kind of step to enter the living space from an entrance in the Japanese houses.
"E-Excuse me for disturbing you..."
Izumi said so and followed me into the front door. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Ah,"
"I'm sorry, I have so much stuff......"
Ahead of Izumi's eyes, there were several cardboard boxes piled up by the front door. They were Izumi's packages that had arrived by courier yesterday. I thought to myself, "You don't have to apologize for that," but I replied, "No, it's okay."
Then she took off her shoes and arranged them neatly.
I said, "Wait a minute," and headed for the bathroom near the front door to get a large towel and a cleaning rag.
"Here, use this."
"Ah, yeah. Thank you."
Izumi took it, lightly wiped her hand that was holding the umbrella and her hair, and then used the rag to wipe the bottom of her case.
"Izumi's room is on the second floor."
I shove the used towels into the laundry basket and walk up the stairs facing the front door. Izumi followed with her luggage. When we reached the second floor, we found a short hallway with three doors in a row.
The far-right is my room, and next to it is my brother's room, who has already left home. The one on the left is the spare room for Izumi.
When I opened the door, she gazed gingerly inside.
After clearing out the room to empty, I just set up an old desk and chest of drawers that my brother used to use in the past, for now, and it was a bleak room.
"You can arrange it as you want."
I said what my mother had said. Izumi went inside and looked around the room. The wooden floor, the electric light with its translucent plastic cover, the red curtains......clustered by the window.
"Let's carry the luggage at the entrance to the room."
I called out to Izumi's back as she looked around the room. At any rate, my role today would be complete if I carried in the eight cardboard boxes piled up in that doorway.
She replied "yes" to my voice, put her backpack and case by the wall, and followed me.
We went downstairs and together we carried the cardboard boxes one by one to Izumi's room. Each cardboard box was labeled "books" or "clothes" in oil-based pen, and one of them was strangely lightweight and labeled "underwear". When I noticed the label, my heart skipped a beat.
I unconsciously looked up and saw Izumi holding the other side. She casts her eyes down slightly. Sweat began to form on my forehead due to the awkwardness of the situation, but I thought it would be deliberate to pull my hand away now, so I pretended not to notice anything. I walked up the stairs, facing Izumi, and put it down in her room as if nothing had happened.
After about ten minutes of carrying all the cardboard boxes, we both let out a big breath. I asked Izumi, "This is all of them, right?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Izumi bowed her head in a small gesture, brushing her bangs out of her eyes to the side.
With this, the moving process was over for the time being. From now on, she will live in this room for the next six months. Thinking of this, I felt as if I had no place to stay even though it was my house.
"....... Okay, I'm going back to my room..."
"Ah, yeah...."
Just as I was about to turn around, I heard the front door open, followed by the rustling of a plastic bag.
"Kenichi, are you home already?" my mother's voice echoed from downstairs.
I looked at Izumi and said, "I think my parents are back,". She nodded her head. I knew that, by the way things were going, I would have to take Izumi downstairs with me, so we went down the stairs together.
I opened the door to the living room and kitchen. There is a living room with a three-person brown sofa, a wooden rosette table, and an LCD TV, and a dining room and kitchen. In front of the kitchen was a table for four, and my mother wearing a cream-colored cardigan stood beside it.
"I went to pick her up," I said to my mother's back.
My mother looked back at me and said, "Thank you."
My mother was supposed to pick Izumi up by a car, but last night, a neighbor suddenly asked my mother to substitute for her at a neighborhood association meeting, so I went to the station to pick her up instead. Judging from the shopping bags now on the table, she probably went shopping after she finished her errands.
"Hello, Auntie. I'll be indebted to you from now on."
Izumi came out from behind me and bowed politely.
"Welcome, Rina-chan. It's been raining, and you must be tired after your trip."
"No, I'm fine."
Izumi shook her head and chuckled amiably.
"I'm sorry, I had a sudden appointment and couldn't pick you up.---I'm sure this guy was not very sociable."
My mother, while taking a carton of milk out of the shopping bag and putting it in the refrigerator, looked at me and said with a wry smile. My mother had already met Izumi several times.
"No. I had my luggage carried. It was very helpful."
"Is that so? Then that's good.---Kenichi may be unfriendly, but he's not angry. He's just not very good at talking. So don't worry if he's a bit brusque."
Izumi is smiling and listening to my mother. My mother had a sociable personality, and Izumi seemed to be much more open than she was to me.
"Um, I'm going back to my room."
I said so and headed for my room. I thought that since they were both women, Izumi would be more comfortable talking with my mother alone.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for your help."
Just before leaving the living room, my mother said so to me, and Izumi gave a small bow.
The house was filled with the sound of rain hitting the roof and the bouncy conversation between Izumi and my mother. I went up the stairs, walked down the short corridor on the second floor, and saw Izumi's room with the door open.
On the dark brown wooden floor, the cardboard boxes we had just carried were lined up, and in the corner lay the brown backpack and red case she had brought with her.