The tragic fate

Some people, when visiting someone or talking to someone in the evening, always find it difficult to say goodbye. As time passes one minute after another, and when the visitor feels he should really go, he stands up and stammers, "Uh, I think I ......" followed by the host saying, "Oh, you're leaving now? It's really early!" So the embarrassment of the visitor's uncertainty ensues.

The saddest example of this kind of thing that I know of is my poor friend Mr. Movesan. He simply did not know how to get out of the house of the person he was visiting. He was so loyal and so disciplined that he never wanted to be rude.

On the afternoon of his first day of summer vacation, the sky was light blue and light in color. He went to visit a friend's house. He chatted there for a while, drank two cups of tea, and then managed to work up the courage to say, "Uh, I think I ......"

But the hostess said, "Oh, hold your horses! Mr. Kakizo, can't you really stay a little longer?"

Motosan never tells the truth. "Oh, I can." He said, "Sure, I - uh - can stay a little longer." He stayed and drank eleven cups of tea. Night was beginning to fall, and he stood up once more.

"Uh, now, I think I really ......"

"Do you have to go?" The hostess said politely, "I thought you could stay for dinner ......"

"Uh, yes you can." Moves three said, "If ......"

"Then stay. I'm sure my husband will be very happy."

"Well, stay, then." He disheveled back into his chair and filled his stomach with tea, oddly uncomfortable.

The man of the house returned, and they began to eat. Moves three from the beginning to the end of the meal, calculating to say goodbye at 8:30. The master's family wondered whether he was sullen because of his stupidity, or just dull-headed.

After eating the meal. The hostess wanted to open up his conversation, so she took out the photos and showed them to him. She took out all the photos she had in the house. By 8:30, Kenzo had already looked at seventy-one of them, with about sixty more to go. He stood up, "Now excuse me." He said in a pleading tone.

"Goodbye?" They said, "It's only 8:30, do you have something to do?"

"Nothing much." He admitted, then laughed bitterly, then sat down again in a sullen voice.

Just then, everyone noticed that the owner's precious son, the cute little mischief-maker, had hidden Kinetic San's hat, so the man said that Mr. Kinetic San had to stay, and invited Kinetic San to join him for a smoke and a chat. At every moment, he thought of leaving decisively, but he couldn't do it. Later, when the host became bored with him, he used a sarcastic remark to say, "It would be better for you to stay overnight, and we can give you a temporary bunk." He misunderstood his meaning and thanked him repeatedly. The host then arranged an empty room for him, but inwardly cursed him severely.

The next day, after breakfast, the man went to work in the city, leaving the family to play with the baby boy. Movers and shakers have been thinking about going back all day, but he was in a difficult position. The master came back from work in the evening, he was surprised and annoyed to find that Moversan was still at home. He wanted to make a joke to get rid of him, so he said, "I think it's time to charge Mr. Kinetic San for rent and food!" The unfortunate young man was dumbfounded for a while, then clasped the hand of his host and paid him in advance for a month's room and board.

During the next month, he looked melancholy, and finally he collapsed. He had a terrible fever and was delirious. Then his condition worsened further and was strangely terrible. Sometimes he sat up from bed in shock, screaming, "Uh, I think ......" followed by falling back onto his pillow while letting out a creepy, loud laugh. Then a moment later, he jumps up again, screaming, "Another cup of tea, another picture! Ha!"

On the last day of the move three holiday, the rain was pouring down as if there was a giant spray can in the sky pouring water on the ground. After a month of pain and suffering, Kinetic III died. People say that on his deathbed, he said in bed, "Oh! The angels are calling me, and I think it's really time for me to go. Goodbye!"