Someone sitting lazily on the sofa which is quite soft and soft in texture, it is me. It does feel like an expensive sofa. While staring at a TV with uninteresting news channels and a wooden table with glass as a placemat above it, separating me from what I'm watching. This family room is white painted and richly decorated. There is a sofa and table I'm sitting on, a rug under it, a TV with a cupboard where it stood, a functioning but unoccupied aquarium, a few frames of paintings that aren't to my taste, and a wall clock showing the time 6:18 PM.

If anyone asks 'Where is Hana?' Well, the house owner is cooking in the kitchen across the room right now. If you're still confused, let me recap what happened 15 minutes ago.

…

"Hah? I'm entering your house? Why?" I asked.

“I want to repay my debt to you. Since after this my friend will come to have a taste of my cooking, why don't I invite you too? My cooking is delicious, you know. I think". Why hesitate at the end? But, that's not really the case. This girl always ignores the main problem.

"Is that really okay?" I answered. Wait, why am I even asking if I can or not? Well, if there's no problem with Hana, maybe I...

"Yeah, no problem" Hana answered casually. Wait, I can???

Hearing her answer, I said, “Very well… then-“.

…

And then I'm here. Earlier I asked if I should help Hana in the kitchen like cutting or washing vegetables but Hana refused, the girl said that I should just rest because I was tired of escorting her home. Well, that's true, anyway.

By the way, I'm going to tell you something very important. Currently, in the kitchen, Hana is wearing a white apron with a cute pink checkered pattern. Damn, now that I think about it, I can't get that image out of my mind. That's so goddamn cute. Also in this situation, the exhausted me is resting in the living room while Hana is in the kitchen cooking.

"It's like…".

NO! I can not say, not even think about it. Get those thoughts out of my brain, come on. I tried to forget what I was going to say, even going so far as to shake my head like a member of a rock band headbanging.

Ah, my head is spinning, but the sweet smell of Hana's cooking enters my nose and calms it down. Then, come to think of it, Hana did all of this because a 'Friend' is coming. For her to do all these things, they seem to be pretty close. I didn't ask the friend's name earlier and I started to think, is that friend a boy or a girl? It would be great if she got a guy friend other than me... would it?

This growth is too fast.

*Ding* *Dong*

The sound of the doorbell rang signaling someone pressed the bell button outside. Who?

“Arkan, can you please open the door? My hands are busy right now” Hana exclaimed, sounds normal, even though she seemed to be shouting.

Following the instructions of Hana the house host, I step towards the locked front door. And my thoughts are only about who this 'Friend' of Hana is. But, I will have the answer in a moment. Whoever he or she is, none of my business.

Taking the key that is on top of the small cupboard by the front door, I stuck it in the keyhole and turn it sideways. There was a sound of the lock opening and slowly, I opened the door.

“Haha, are you surprised, Hana? Because I came earlier to help!- Wait, Huh?”.

Looks like this girl came to the wrong house. "I'm sorry, I think you are mistaken about the address. Goodbye". I close the door and lock it again.

A girl's scream was heard, which was not clear because it was blocked by a tightly locked door. Because I consider it impolite, I finally opened the door again.

"Sorry, you're at the wrong address" I said.

“I wish I had! What are you doing at Hana's house?! Could it be, Hana is in danger???” She said aggressively, it's impolite.

"Don't make weird assumptions. If it wasn't for me, Hana might still be on the road right now” I answered.

"Hah???".

Chika stood with an irritated face that is clearly visible like daylight while carrying a tote bag filled with cardboard boxes. Her clothes are casual with a red shirt and dark blue skirt that reached her knees like how people would want to visit a friend.

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“So, are you going to let me in or not? I'm Hana's guest, you know” She said in a cocky tone.

Without being able to resist because she used the word 'Guest', I open the door for her. "Yeah, yeah, come in".

"What's up with the denying tone?".

…

"Excuse me, Hana!" Chika excused herself politely and called Hana. This polite and impolite girl took off her shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet above mine.

"Then what is your business here?" She asked in an aggressive tone. So what? I was originally wanted to go home earlier, no need to be alert like that.

"I happened to meet Hana in front of the city supermarket, because she looked troubled I just helped her. If you ask why I'm still here, feel free to ask Hana yourself, because I don't know either” I explained.

“Heee…”.

Why is she so suspicious?

"Then, what are YOU doing here?" I asked.

“I intended to come because Hana invited me to taste the food she will make, but I came earlier to help her. I also brought my outworn game console with me, because it seems like Hana doesn't have any entertainment media other than a TV" She explained.

Ho? She's really paying attention to her. But indeed as much as I've seen, Hana doesn't have anything as a medium of entertainment except the bookshelf in the TV cabinet. I assume so because I only saw the first floor of the house and haven't seen the second floor, especially Hana's room. And maybe Chika had been there before so she thought like that.

"You stop by often?" I asked.

"Well yeah, since Hana told me about many things and said that she lives alone here, I've stopped by 3x since a week ago. Just to keep her company".

What are you, a bodyguard or some sort?

Well I guess, she finally become open with the others, huh? That's nice.

"How about you? Have you been here before?" Chika asked me.

"Well, I've been here at New Year's" I answered.

"HAH?! THAT'S LIKE THREE MONTHS AGO! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HANA AT THAT TIME?!" Chika shouted in front of me.

"Why are screaming like that? It's not like I've come inside before" I deny any suspicion she probably throws at me.

"Hmmm? Is that so? Well, it's fine, I guess" She finally stops yelling.

Chika then entered the dining room which is merged with the kitchen across from the family room I'm heading to. Putting my back on the sofa and the voices of girls talking can be heard. I happened to hear Chika praising Hana who is currently wearing an apron, she said she looked beautiful and cute. This time I agree with her.

Even though my work is just sitting around relaxing, I actually quite enjoy it. Lazing on this high-quality sofa makes me too comfortable. My body is too relaxed until I am finally asleep.

…

“…Arkan”.

A soft voice called me. Sounds like a girl.

"Arkan".

This time, my body felt swayed in the shoulder.

“Arkan! Hana shouted in front of me.

Finally, Hana's call woke me up. My closed eyes began to open by themselves. Light entered the retina of my eyes and showed Hana above my head, looking at my eyes which finally opened.

"… Hmmm?" I answered sluggishly.

"Good morning. Too tired, huh?" Hana asked like a mother who was waking up her child.

I followed the flow and continue to respond, “Ah, yes. Good morning… what time is it?”, while yawning.

Trying to control my body and get up, Hana says, “It's already 8 PM, and also, my homemade dinner is ready, you know”.

After Hana said that, my nose caught the fragrance coming from the direction of the dining room. The smell really makes my sleepiness disappear and my stomach feels empty.

"Let's go to the dining room. Chika is already there too”.

"Ah, okay" I replied simply.

I forced my body which is still slothful even just to get up, and together with Hana walk to the kitchen room. There is a dining table covered with a white tablecloth with black stripes around the edges and six chairs around it. The dining table is decorated with plates of food on which there is food that looks very tempting. And Chika is just sitting there while preparing her own plate.

"Yo, are you awake? You're just like a kid, easily sleeping in someone's house. You're impolite” Chika said to me who is walking towards her.

Hearing such insults, I responded with, “Yo, it wasn't bad either, being woken up by Hana. It feels like…”.

Chika responded by hitting the table and getting up from her seat. "Hah, seriously? That's cheating”.

“Hehe, are you, possibly, jealous?” I said in an annoying tone on purpose. Chika's face is expected. She becomes red.

"Ahaha, what are you guys talking about" Hana said. Then, she continued, "Never mind, the food is already on the table, let's eat".

We take our seats and Hana sat beside Chika opposite of me. My gaze have been focused on the dish in front of me which wasn't the kind of food commoners like me would eat. Because just look, in front of me are deep-fried shrimp, ballad potatoes cut into cubes, tofu soup with clear broth, and fresh vegetables.

Even though I remember earlier she ran out of money on the street, it turns out to buy all these groceries, huh?

My mind became doubtful about whether I should spoon rice onto my plate and started taking all the dishes in front of me. However, everyone but me has started taking their share. Instead of just staring into the void, I end up getting my shares, too. And sure enough, it tastes really good. Is this really a high school girl's cooking? It's like cooking made by someone who knows the kitchen like her best friend.

"This is good" I said.

"This is really good" Said Chika.

After hearing our answers in unison, Hana said with a smile, “Hahaha, thank goodness. Looks like my touch hasn't rusted".

...

I continued to eat her homemade with pleasure.

After finishing my plate, my stomach is completely filled. I think I wouldn't be able to move for a few minutes. Hana's cooking is on a different level from that of high school girls in general. Is it on my mother's level? Possibly.

After a few minutes of chatting and praising Hana's cooking, Chika got up from her chair and walked over to pick up her tote bag.

“Oh yea, Hana, I want to give you this old game console of mine. I already have the latest generation, rather than keep gathering dust in my house, I'd better give it to you " Chika said, pointing the bag to Hana.

Hana stood up from her chair and say, "Eh, is it okay?".

"Yeah, I hope it still works" said Chika.

Suddenly, a sound of a car parked outside the house was heard. And the sound of a car door opening and closing. Who's stopping by at half past nine tonight?