Maria-sama ga Miteru Volume 10 Chapter 5

Maria-sama ga Miteru Volume 10 Chapter 5

The umbrella was gone.


My long umbrella that I left in the convenience stores umbrella stand had unexpectedly disappeared while I was doing the shopping. I only took my eyes off it for a couple of minutes.


The shopping was one tub of b.u.t.ter.


The part-time store employee said, in a business-like manner, that somebody probably took it because it started to rain, as he held out paper and a ball-point pen.


He said that it probably wouldnt be returned, but just in case, I should leave my name and telephone number.


I reverently filled out the form with my contact details, like a prayer.


It had been bought for me by my late grandfather.


The light blue floral pattern made it seem like being beneath a hydrangea bush, making me happy. It was already quite worn, but I loved that umbrella.


Salt-free b.u.t.ter or regular b.u.t.ter - if I hadnt hesitated over this would I have been in time?


Or would it have been better if Id taken out some small coins, so I didnt have to get change?


As I thought these things, the tears started to flow, so I flew out of there after I finished writing the note.


The shop a.s.sistant offered to lend me a plastic umbrella, but it was wrong that it wasnt my umbrella. There was no way I could return home with some other umbrella in place of my umbrella, so I ran back, crying in the rain.


I didnt want to think about it being stolen from me.


I didnt want to believe that there were people in this world who could steal an umbrella on a rainy day.


If they thought about the owner returning home sopping wet from rain, theres no way they could so nonchalantly reach out and take it.


But despite that, how - .


How could Maria-sama overlook such an event, I just couldnt comprehend it.


Id only gone to buy b.u.t.ter from the convenience store, I couldnt understand why the rain was falling like some kind of divine punishment.


After I returned home, soaked to the bone, my mother used the b.u.t.ter Id bought to bake me a pound cake, to cheer me up. But it felt like it was a bit saltier than usual.


It wasnt because the b.u.t.ter was salty. It was because I was crying as I ate it.


To me, that umbrella was special.


An irreplaceable existence.