The long-awaited "purchase of my home". Thanks to Mr. Kuromatsu, the real estate agent who was very kind to us, we were finally able to get our hands on the love nest. But the tragedy started from there. Mr. Kuromatsu, who came to the new house where his husband was not, was looking at my underwear with obscene eyes. Anxiety without a husband ... Fear that you can never tell your husband. I was alone and shivering. And the next day, in the early afternoon when my husband wasn't there, the intercom at home rang and I went outside.
