episode_0018

“Aaaa.”

Sometimes that happens. When I have nothing to do and just sit around blankly.

But when you want to do something, feel like you need to do something, but don’t feel like moving at all.

At times like that, I would just lie down and make a sound. Then I would know that I was here, alive, now.

“Aaaa.”

But even though he makes all these sounds, Hamshik is playing by himself. When I lived over there, Hamshik was always hiding, so I didn’t know what he was doing.

Now that I look at it, it looks like they’re wandering around trying to make hiding places here and there.

First, I tapped under the furniture that I couldn’t get into yesterday, and I even went inside the washing machine.

Climbing up the clothesline, jumping up to the curtained window, then coming down trembling.

Well, even though the heating is on, the window sill is still cold. It’s natural for a glass window that’s exposed to the outside air to be cold.

Look, the water is already forming in bubbles and flowing down.

It’s cute just to watch Hamshik scurry around, and it’s also fun to just watch what’s going on in the house.

But that doesn’t mean that being bored doesn’t stop being boring.

“I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored.”

He muttered as he lifted and lowered his feet alternately on the floor.

Words are only meaningful when someone listens to them. Even though I was like this, Hamshik was busy doing his own thing, so in the end, this wasn’t much different from Hamshik’s crying.

I was tapping my heels on the floor, but then I stopped kicking my feet again, worried that someone from downstairs might come up because of the noise.

But even if I do that with my body, will the people downstairs hear it? I don’t think they’ll even hear the sound of Hamshik jumping down.

I heard it when I made a noise. I could hear a creaking sound coming from the front door.

When I looked over there to see something, I saw that Hamshik, who had come all the way there, was gnawing on the delivery box that had been delivered to us yesterday.

“Hamshik-ah, are you hungry? You’re not eating that kind of thing. Should I give you lunch? … … Oh, you’re not eating. You’re chewing and spitting it out?”

It seemed like the boxes were neatly stacked in size order and placed in front of the front door, perhaps because Narin was planning to use them for other purposes.

Hamshik, who was looking for a hiding place, seemed to be planning to make that a home. He wasn’t looking for food.

“Hamshik-ah, that’s supportive. It’s trash. … … This sounds fun, let’s do it now!”

It was lying on the floor, so I wondered if it would be messy. I worried for a moment, but that quickly disappeared. Didn’t you say there was a purifier in Narin’s room?

They go back periodically on their own, so Hamshik and I were clean without having to take a bath on the first day we were picked up.

So, the box that has been purified is not dirty. In other words, it is okay to bring it into the room.

It was a great toy for me, who was bored at the time. So I dragged the box to the middle of the room to help Hamshik make a house by gnawing on it.

But I don’t have strong teeth like a hamster, so I’ll have to use a tool. And there was a suitable tool there.

The scissors I used yesterday to open the packaging of Narin’s delivery box. Even though they may not be as sharp as Hamshik’s teeth, they should be enough to cut the box or make holes in it.

“Hamshik-ah, what can I help you with? What kind of house are you building?”

Unfortunately, Hamshik was the one who pre-bid the delivery box. So this time, I have to be Hamshik’s assistant and help him.

Hamshik wanted to make a structure by folding paper or punching holes in it, but since Hamshik couldn’t speak, there was no way to communicate properly.

When I heard that I would have to sculpt entirely based on my own guesses, I agonized over and over again.

And I realized. Just because we can’t communicate doesn’t mean I have to do whatever Hamshik wants.

If you misinterpret something and drill a hole in a place you shouldn’t or open a door, if you really don’t like it, wouldn’t Hamshik come and stop you?

So I ran towards the box with scissors in hand, like Don Quixote running into windmills.

“Hamshikaaaah! I’ll make a hole for you!”

“Tick.”

But just before the long-awaited collision, the box suddenly moved away. Hamshik pulled it out of my path.

Apparently, Hamshik didn’t want me to use scissors to cut holes in the box.

“The lance charge won’t stop until it hits its target!”

But I don’t give up. I’ve finally gotten to do something fun, and I don’t want to let it go to waste because of one setback.

Turn while maintaining your running speed. I couldn’t react before because you suddenly pulled to the side. This time it’ll be different.

If you anticipate that the box will move in advance, you can follow the direction in which the hamster pulls the box and stab it.

As he was about to turn around the room and charge towards the box again, Hamshik ended up taking extraordinary measures.

He bit the large box in his mouth, supported it with his hands, and lifted it up in a flash.

“Huh huh?”

If Hamshik moves the box, I can also turn left and right. But if I lift it like that, I can’t do that.

Lifting it is possible. I can do that much. I was just flustered because I never thought Hamshik would do it.

As you jump up and stab it with your scissors, the tip of the scissors loses its stabbing power the moment you jump.

And piercing it with scissors is only when the box is still in place. If Hamshik is holding it like that, it will just get pushed away.

Hamshik knew that I couldn’t break through the box, so he even held the box and shook it from side to side.

It was so absurd, it felt like it was dancing around teasing me. But in the end, the important thing is that no matter what I do now, I won’t be able to break through the box.

Eventually, I threw down the scissors and fell to the floor.

“Ugh. I’m bored.”

Hamshik doesn’t play, he has nothing to do. I just lie there blankly and watch Hamshik gnaw through the square boxes to make a hiding place.

Suddenly, my cell phone caught my eye again.

Now that I think about it, there are so many things to do on your phone, especially games that can kill time.

The only problem is that there aren’t any games that I can play with my body.

If you spread your arms wide, you can reach from one end of the phone screen to the other, but that reduces your field of vision, making it difficult to play games that require precise control.

I also can’t play games that require multiple fingers. My phone only recognizes me if I hold it close to my palm.

When surfing the web, you can just step on something you like or bend down to touch it. But the world is really tricky when it comes to playing games.

But a game is a game. Later, I was looking through my phone, thinking about asking Narin what games she found fun, when suddenly the phone button caught my eye.

As I stared at that square green phone icon, I felt a sense of nostalgia.

Because this world seems like it’s the same as my previous life. If I call my mom and dad, they might pick up.

So I dialed 010 right away. Then 2, then… … What was it? Why can’t I remember it? I clearly remembered all those phone numbers from my past life.

It was also the number that my mother taught me to call in case I ever got lost when I was young, and as I grew up, it was the number that I remembered from my childhood memories.

Of course, I could have made a call or sent a text message by looking up the number in my phone book without having to dial it myself.

“Hmm. Maybe it’s because my body changed. Did I forget? ”

I just can’t remember the number after the number 2. No, maybe it’s not even 2. Maybe I just remember the number 2.

Since I have time left anyway, I was thinking of pressing all the possible options starting from 010 0000 0000. But then I felt bad for all the people who would be bothered by my calls.

So I collapsed back down. It’s really sad to forget something. But I still miss Mom and Dad…

There’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to shake off the past life’s events as they were in my past life.

My sick body, my depressing experiences, fly away like a cell phone number. Instead, I hope that my mom and dad, my friends who were kind to me, my seniors and juniors in the military, and my officers are all happy.

Well, there’s still one person I can see. I can video call Narin right now.

I couldn’t call because it wasn’t lunchtime yet. It would be a nuisance to call while Narin was working.

“Hamshik-ah. Let’s have lunch together with our Na-rin-ee. Na-rin-ee will be eating lunch at work, so let’s video call and show us how we’re eating together. What do you think? It’s good? It’ll be fun, right?”

Hamshik was still chewing on the box as if he wasn’t interested in what I was saying. But his ears were perking up, so it seemed like he was listening to me.

Or maybe I just listen because I hear a sound. Whatever.

There’s only about an hour left until twelve o’clock. Just thinking about seeing Narin’s face makes me feel happy.