3 3 Healing charge → Japanese has become fine!





 Three days later, Friday.
 I'm proud to say that I was able to work surprisingly efficiently, as I was encouraged by this day and worked hard to deliver the extra items.
 The paycheck was a plus, but that meant more work for me.
 You can see how egregious it is when I tell you that they made a work schedule there when I could afford it.

 My mind and body, which had been completely wrecked in just three days, couldn't stop seeking the healing power of Amana.
 There's a bit of a misnomer in my phrasing, but I'm not a pedophile.
 It just happens to be a little girl named Amana who heals me.

 What, do pedophiles usually say that?
 Chichi, chichi, chichi!
 And I'm not a pedophile!

 What a one-man ramble, just barely keeping my composure, I reached room 184 for the first time in three days.

 Within 10 seconds of pressing the intercom, I got an answer from Amana and the door opened immediately.

'Konnichiwa, onii-san!
Hello, Amana-chan.

 I return the greeting to Amana, who makes eye contact with me and greets me with a smiley face.
 Today's hairstyle is a ponytail.
 Combined with the flowery shirt and jean skirt, she's as cute as ever.

'Kyomogokorosama!

 This is it, this is it.
 You may be told 'thank you' at the delivery point, but it's a lot different than saying 'thank you for your hard work'.
 I don't know if it's unconscious or not, but Amana's kindness soothes my weary body and soul.

 The healing process penetrates the five organs to the point where you can be convinced that you can't live without it.

'Yes, please give me a seal here.
Yes!

 He gave me a cheerful pomp and a seal of receipt.
 Like last time, I put the package in one of the doorways and stood tall with a giggle.

''Onii-san, are you getting pecked at again?''
'Yeah, I've been doing a bit of heavy lifting, my shoulders are a bit stiff. But now that I've met Amana-chan, I feel like I can do my best again.
Really? I'm so happy to see you too, Amana!

 I'm pretty sure I'm 10 times that happy.
 Just seeing her smile is enough to make my fatigue go away.
 I can really feel that sincerely.

Mmmmmmmm...

 Suddenly, Amana closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and began to look thoughtful about something.
 I can see her cheeks loosen up from the smile on her face as she tries so hard to wrap her head around it.

 Because she's so cute.

 While I was thinking about it, Amana opened her eyes with a snap and began to pull on the sleeve of her work clothes.

'You know what, will you sit here?'
Hmm? Yeah, good.

 You can't get away from it.

 There's still plenty of time before the next delivery, and it's no problem if you want to receive more healing from Amana.
 I mean, I sat on a stranger's doorstep, but is it okay with you, Amana?

 When I was wondering what to do, Amana quickly took off her shoes and walked up to the front door and behind me...

Thump, thump, thump.
'Oh, oh!

 She made a fist with her little hand and tapped me on the shoulder while clinking onomatopoeia.
 She's a schoolgirl, so her strength isn't as strong as it should be, but her cute, rhythmic voice and the situation itself, tapping her shoulder, deeply moved me.

'Do you want to?'
Oh, Amana-chan, you're really good.
Really? My mom would praise me for being a juju too!

 I'm sure I can get along with Amana's mother.
 
 I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it.
 I don't care if my shoulders are too stiff or not.

 Rather, every time Amana-chan's hand touched my shoulder, I felt a surge of motivation and zest for life, and in an instant, I felt a surge of positive emotion.

 I'm no longer afraid of anything.

 I was convinced of that.
 It's like a death flag, but I think this is a good time to ask her about something.

What kind of person is Amana-chan's mother?
Mom? It's soooo neat!
Oh, yeah?

 It may sound strange to say this, but Amana is quite a beautiful girl for a first year elementary school girl.
 When it comes to being the mother of such a promising girl, you can't blame her for expecting it, albeit inappropriately, from a married woman with a child.

'Does Amana-chan love her mother?'
'Yes! I love it!

 It's easy to understand that she's a good mother when she has such a pure daughter named Amana.

 However, it's only been less than a week since I got to know Amana-chan, but considering that she uses the food delivery service, I'm guessing that it's a little complicated for her.

 The fact that no one has come out of the living room at the end of the corridor in the evening after school is over, despite the fact that no one has come out of the living room in spite of being tapped on the shoulder, and the fact that there are only small shoes on the front porch that you can recognize as Amana's at a glance, suggests that she is probably a dual-income earner or a single mother.

 Well, I'll leave that kind of prediction for later, but for now, I have to savor this pat on the shoulder.
 But sadly, I'm not going to do this forever.
 I would have liked to do this forever, but with the time for the next delivery coming up and Amana-chan herself getting tired, the heavenly pat on the shoulder time was over.

 When I thanked her again, Amana smiled and said, ''You're welcome! He returned it.
 I was relieved to see that she seemed to be recovering from her energy quite quickly, like a child. 

Thank you, Amana-chan. Thanks to you, my shoulder has become lighter.
Heh, heh, you're welcome!

 I turned my shoulders to see how much I was adding or subtracting, and my shoulders really felt lighter.
 Muscle fatigue, but there was probably a mental factor as well.

 Amana-chan seemed as happy as I was to see that I was feeling better.

 I was happy just to see her, but I didn't expect her to even tap me on the shoulder....
 I might finally have to think about repaying him for this.

 I made a plan to secretly repay the favor in my mind.