Ruijerd had returned a little after noon.
He had an expression more cheerful than usual, and it seemed like he had obtained something that had been made to look like an envelope. But when he saw me sitting on the bed, he frowned.
"Did something happen?" I was asked.
"My father was in this town."
When I replied as such, Ruijerd's expression grew even more severe.
"...Was something unpleasant said to you?"
"Yeah."
"It's been a while since you've met him, right?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me the details."
Without concealing anything, I told him what happened.
Ruijerd briefly said "Is that so?".
The conversation was paused there.
He left for a while.