Santri Famiglia's

Sarongs

Goldenweek—where most, offices, schools should be closed. The day where people could relax from the fatigue of work, a teenager had to jump from the second floor. Without safety, barefoot, he threw his body onto the grass carpet in haste.

The holster he wore for dawn prayers he had not even taken off. There's no time to think about that. Time mercilessly chased after him. He must be fast paced or the penalty may be **********.

"Why is it always like this?" his gerrick.

He had just slept two hours when Abrizar woke him up to pray. Simultaneously, a phone call from Eiji came in, asking him to come to the office no later than half-six in the morning.

"It's torture!"

The break was just a myth to him. Tired from the previous day's incident has not been saying goodbye, he even just got to his room at three in the morning after walking for approximately one hour. His body really feels dilapidated. Fortunately, he and Abrizar took the time to stop for dinner. Even with just an instant udon, mackerel rice, a sandwich, and a bottle of milk tea from the convenience store, at least it was enough as a maraaton capital this morning.

He opened his phone while running. Utilizing the map feature, he figured out how to get to Osu Kanon station. He had been going back and forth repeatedly to that place. However, its dependence on digital navigation has not been eliminated.

"That's right!" he cried with his eyes swerving when he found the first train was just about to leave at five in thirty-four minutes.

He scrolls over, good times can find another departure schedule. The only alternative is to take a taxi. Estimates are about fourteen to twenty minutes.

The teenager shook his head. He did not want to spend more than two thousand Yen for one go. That's ten times the train fare. The teenager switched to watch and walking mode.

"Now five and ten minutes. The walk takes fifty-three minutes. But, if I run it could be shorter than that, right?" thought weighing.

If both are late, it seems like the free line is better. Grabbing the headphones, the young man decided, "OK, Map! Find me the shortest way! Don't spin!"

The phone is inserted into the bag once voice navigation is enabled. The teenager put all his energy into running. His feet were very agile in controlling the pace when he had to turn.

Although half sleepy, still forced yes body to wake up. The most important thing is to get to the destination on time. He could sleep again after arriving. Whatever his job will be, he doesn't care.

He wanted to end all of this immediately. It would probably be better if his own organization was soon formed. He can work and relax as he pleases. Along the way, he kept thinking about it.

Many shops are closed. The streets are also very quiet. The young man was not worried about breaking traffic signs.

His smile was glistened when his destination building had been seen. With a shunt step, he pushed the door. Slender. Only one person sat on the lobby sofa. The man saw a new teenager coming. The teenager removed the headphones as he walked closer.

"Slow one second" he said, looking at the watch.

"It doesn't make sense. There's a train this early. Can Eiji give you a more reasonable working time next time?" Fractured speech. Effects of a bad breath.

"But you made it here even if it was a second late. Doesn't that make sense?"

"I had to run half dead for it. So exhausting!" Dropped his ass into a long couch, then slipped his leg.

"Who told you to run? After all, you can book a taxi here so as not to waste energy. Isn't the time I've given you more than enough?"

"I had to worship first, and again the taxi was expensive."

"Why wear a skirt? Do you want to be a woman, Sanu?"

Eiji noticed Sanubari's appearance from top to bottom. Long-sleeved black shirt with blue checkered long skirt. "A strange taste of fashion" he thought.

Sanubari only realized that after Eiji said so. However, Sanubari was too lazy to take it off now. The teenager found his comfortable position. Lying closed his eyes on the sofa, he really wanted revenge by sleeping as much as he could.

Lazily, she replied, "It's not a skirt but a scabbard."