“Hazel.”

    When I call her name, Hazel tilts her head.

    Hazel is the dog that I raised… or more accurately, the dog that will now become what I raised.

    Because we have to break up now.

    “I’m here, I’m not abandoning you because I want to abandon you, right?”

    I don’t know if it was my mood, but Hazel’s expression seemed to darken after hearing what I said.

    Perhaps he mistakenly thought he was out for a walk, but it was clear that his tail, which had been wagging just a moment ago, had become quiet.

    “There’s no way you can understand what I’m saying… Have I finally gone crazy? Ugh.”

    It is said that dogs can read people’s emotions with their eyes, but if you look at them drooping when you start talking, it seems like they have understood what you are saying and have changed.

    I don’t know. We don’t even see each other anymore, so I don’t really need to worry about it.

    “Meet a better master and live. Don’t be abandoned when you meet someone like me again. Got it?”

    I stroked Hazel’s head for the last time and got into the car, leaving Hazel looking at me pitifully.

    When I got into the car and looked through the side mirror, Hazel did not chase me, but just sat there staring at the car.

    I don’t know if he knew that there was no use following him, or if he realized that it was no longer worth hanging out with this trash.

    One thing is certain: he knows that he has been abandoned.

    -Dalkak

    To start the car, I released the side brake and looked at the side mirror again.

    “What..? Is it already gone..?”

    Apparently only about 5 seconds had passed since I turned my head, but Hazel had already disappeared from sight.

    “Have you already gone to find the owner? I did a good job, but I’m disappointed.”

    Still, I thought he did a good job, but I’m sad that he just went away like this.

    Wasn’t it meant to be from the beginning? Well, it worked out well.

    How many days had passed since I broke up with Hazel, I returned home tired after work as usual today.

    But today is Friday, and I feel good because I have free time after taking a shower.

    -Jiiing

    As I was taking off my clothes to take a shower, my cell phone suddenly rang.

    “Why is this guy again…”

    The person on the phone is my friend.

    Did you call me to ask me to meet you for a drink because it’s Friday?

    “It’s annoying…”

    No matter how annoying it was and he was my friend, it was rude to chew on the phone, so I answered the phone.

    “Ha… Hello?”

    [Hey, if I were to ask you to go on a blind date right now, would you have any ideas?]

    “Suddenly? Is there anyone who says they look at my height?”

    My current height is 161cm, which is short, not far below the average height of Korean men.

    It’s just amazing that there are people who see me like this and still want to do it.

    [There is? Still, I guess it’s because you have a cute face even though you’re tall… and you have a lot of money. Anyway, if you have any thoughts, please let me know.]

    “I’m fine. Anytime is good.”

    [okay? Then, make an appointment for Sunday.]

    “Okay, thank you.”

    -pop

    “There is more work to do.”

    I usually live a busy life and don’t do anything like self-care, but since I suddenly have an appointment, I have to go to the hair salon tomorrow.

    No matter how you look at it, you can’t meet a blind date while looking like a wreck from life.

    “But why me… Is it because of money?”

    Maybe looks are an excuse and it’s all about money?

    At this age, not many people like me own a foreign car and a two-story house with a basement and garden.

    Actually, I didn’t buy this with my own money, it was all with my parents’ money.

    I’m still a low-level salaryman, so I can’t buy a house this big with just my own money.

    “But did he also talk about money… Or was he wearing luxury items in the photo he showed me… I don’t know.”

    He looks ordinary, but there’s only one reason to choose a man this short.

    It’s just money.

    Even if it’s for money, it doesn’t matter anyway. Wouldn’t it be better than just being alone?

    After taking a shower, I got dressed and came out to the living room, where, strangely enough, dinner was ready.

    Obviously, I’m alone at home.

    “Has mom come and gone? Say something and leave…”

    Sometimes my mom would come and leave side dishes or cook dinner, but in those cases, she would tell me in advance or at least leave a note.

    But this time, there was nothing left, just the dinner table.

    “You were in a hurry… Oh, it’s sushi. There is also udon…”

    Speaking of sushi and udon, I’ve never seen my mom cook Japanese food… Is this something new you learned?

    A while ago, I cut him off when he said he wanted to go to a cooking school. I remember it wasn’t Japanese food, but it just had to taste good.

    “Ha… I’m full.”

    The original plan was to order chicken and eat it with beer, but it felt good and satisfying to have such a hearty dinner for the first time in a while.

    “That’s right, I should contact my mom.”

    Even though I left without saying a word, I should at least say thank you.

    It would take at least 40 minutes to get here from home, but I wish I could at least see his face.

    “Uh, hello?”

    “Why did you call me at this time?”

    “No, the food I cooked for him was delicious. I called to talk about this.”

    “Me?”

    What is this reaction?

    Then who is it if not your mother?

    “Huh? Didn’t your mom cook dinner for you? Udon… and sushi…”

    “What does he mean again? Have you ever seen me hold sushi?”

    “Huh?”

    Yeah, I’ve never seen my mom hold sushi.

    I have no intention of making sushi in the future.

    “If you drank alcohol, sleep well. He committed suicide after calling his ex-girlfriend for no reason, so don’t do it anymore~”

    “Okay, first of all… hang up.”

    -pop

    Who on earth, other than my mom, can come into my house and use the kitchen as I please?

    My dad’s cooking skills aren’t that good, and my ex-girlfriend is someone who didn’t touch cooking even after she died.

    In the first place, even if my ex-girlfriend was good at cooking, there was no way she would cook it at my house.

    “Ha… Mr… What..?”

    Could it be an intruder?

    I took advantage of the empty space at home to cook and it splattered…

    But why on earth do you do that?!

    That money probably isn’t enough to fill his stomach… What is he really doing?

    ” Is it like a snail… But I don’t raise a snail… What the fuck is this!!”

    Now I’m starting to get scared.

    Someone left food at my house, and I ate it without even knowing what it might contain.

    “Should I report it to the police first..? No, but… ha…”

    What would you think if you called the police station and said, “Someone prepared a delicious meal at home and then killed it!”?

    I think you’ll have the same reaction as your mom.

    While I was thinking about it for a while, I suddenly began to feel a feeling of becoming increasingly drowsy throughout my body.

    “What… Why is this happening..?”

    After all, what was in the food?

    Yeah, there’s no way in this world there’s a pervert who sets up a meal at home and jumps out without any intention.

    “Sir..reported..”

    The speed at which my body lost strength began to accelerate exponentially, and I quickly grabbed my cell phone and tried to report it to the police.

    -Cudangtang!

    However, my hand lost all strength, and the cell phone I was holding slipped from my hand, fell to the floor, and went under the table.

    It is dangerous if things continue like this. You have to quickly pick up your cell phone from the floor.

    I knelt down on the floor and leaned as far as I could to find my phone under the table.

    -dump

    However, when I bent my back all the way, my body could not support the weight of my upper body and fell miserably to the floor.

    “Ugh..!”

    Still, I picked up my cell phone again with the intention of reporting it and losing consciousness, and was able to quickly call 112.

    As I made the call, the ring tone kept ringing, and the speed at which I was losing consciousness doubled and my vision became blurry.

    [Emergency call 112.]

    Finally the police answered the phone, and I leaned closer to the phone and tried to speak.

    “I..gi…”

    But those two letters were all I could say.

    [I can’t hear you very well. Could you please speak a little louder?]

    Now I can’t even open my mouth.

    I need to tell the police what’s going on, but my body doesn’t listen.

    My vision went from blurry to not being able to open my eyes at all, feeling disappeared from my whole body, and my mouth wouldn’t open at all.

    [Reporter, are you listening?]

    After the police officer’s last words, I lost consciousness.

    -Jump…Jump…

    Seeing me lying down next to the table, an unidentified woman approached me with slow, leisurely steps.

    “Oh my… Master, hehehe.”

    Then I picked up my cell phone.

    [Reporter? Can you hear me? Are you in a dangerous situation? Dispatch right now…]

    “No, it’s okay.”

    She told the police officer, who kept talking to me in a serious condition, as if to reassure me.

    [yes?]

    “Master… No, I think my husband was very drunk. It’s okay if you don’t worry too much.”

    [Ah… Is that so?]

    “Yes. I will scold you harshly. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

    [Oh, I understand.]

    “Good luck.”

    -Suddenly

    In the end, even the last resort, the 112 report, was dismissed.

    I have no idea who this woman is or what her purpose is for doing this.

    And now I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, but I was so lost that I couldn’t do anything.

    “It’s been a while, master. Uhuhu… If you’re going to abandon me, you’ll have to be a little more clear. Since you kept me alive like this, I came to see you in person~♡ Now, shall we have a private conversation just the two of us?”

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