Every day, I secretly kept up with my neighbor's wife who was driving out of the house and shivering lonelyly. Hanakarimai (flower hunting)

Mr. Nama, who lives next door to her, had a hard time with her husband, and she heard the voice of crying all the time over the wall. But after the fight, I was always reconciled with my sex. Still, I always liked Mr. Akebono, who was modest and laughed at me as if he had been laughing. And tonight, too... but the situation was different from usual, and when I went outside, there was a figure of an unwilling to be thrown out of the house with a thin coat. I could not leave her alone, holding both arms lonely and shaking.