The feeling Maji gives me is that a very rich boss calls me on a date. When we meet, he says that the car is out of gas. I fill him up with gas, and when he eats, he asks me to go to the toilet. He is gone forever.

I apologized for the smile and rice.

After paying for my own groceries, I wanted to wipe my tears with the paper on the table, but found that he had stolen all the paper.

Rich but poor and sneaky = Moji