Recently, a couple moved to the apartment where I live. I was still sloppy and letting the garbage in front of the house as usual, but my wife, Yu, seemed strong and hit me with a thorny complaint. I found a married woman looking like a horn on the application and thought of venting to her confession. And on Saturday, I went to the meeting place with a woman named Yuko, but the person called me Yu, the proud wife of the neighbor.