JUST A CRASH - BUTTERFLY CROSSING
12. Pursuing it?
Jingga realizes these few days she can barely find Shuji.
Think, it's not strange that he always met before, but suddenly, now—just seeing the trunk of his nose is hard.
The orange thought once again what he had done wrong.
'I don't think I'm wrong?' The orange said to itself.
If there was no mistake why would she cry? The voice in his head replied.
"...." that's one of the mysteries that Orange wants to unravel. Is she crying because of her? Or because of something else?
With an agitated feeling Orange pressed down on Shuji's apartment bell but there was no response.
If only he could call...
Ah, they've known each other for a long time but still don't have each other's numbers.
The orange repeats memories and thinks about the last time they met. When he gave me honey water yesterday, Shuji was fine. But there is something strange about it.
Orange is not good at guessing, because the more he guesses, he feels will be more misunderstood. Better ask the person.
Orange paced back and forth before returning to his apartment and grumbling. “Maybe because I saw him cry, he hated me? And don't want to see me again?”
But Jingga had seen Shuji's worse condition before…. Seeing him cry..., could this be part of the dignity of men?
On the other side, there was an orange sound coming into the interior of his apartment.
While Shuji who was lying on the floor was immediately aghast.
True, the orange grunts of the time were recorded on a mini microphone in an apartment pot and sent to a device in Shuji's house.
How could I hate you. Shuji looked at himself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, her eyes were swollen from crying and red from staying up late, plus her dry skin…
After days of being upset and not taking a bath, Shuji's feelings still hurt. The only cure is the occasional sound and picture of a wall (orange apartment) on the television screen.
But of course this is not enough. Shuji, who used to meet Jingga twice a day, watched all day, now only wrestled in the room. He could not watch over Orange directly because every time he saw the figure, it would be imagined a man who walked beside Jingga— who was not himself.
Even now, when checking the footage of the handycam he still sometimes cries.
What a shame and a pain in you, Oda Shuji. Shuji scoffs at himself, but his sadness doesn't go away. That's right, I'm a pathetic creature.
Shuji counted the days since he started watching, then panicked. It's been three months and he—still love Orange.
The feeling is not reduced, let alone lost; it is increased.
Wanted him to slap himself who said he would move on easily in the past.
Shuji fell down lying on the bathroom floor and stared at the ceiling with nanar.
Crushed already.
Because of the distress he suffered, other than when he received honey water from the orange, other days he could not sleep. He tried to make his own honey water but there he went back and forth to the restroom.
He fell asleep in the bathroom.
Now, he is actually very sleepy. But, if he fell asleep and dream how?
Ah, yes, in his dream, he was like hearing an orange voice…
Wait—Shuji opened his almost closed eyes—the eyes were glaring and reddish, staring at the sound coming out of the tv in the living room.
“—Is he okay? Maybe I can ask the building keeper to open the door of his apartment..
Shuji shuffles up and looks at the screen, looks like an orange preparing to come out and predicts his next destination is the door of Shuji's apartment.
He immediately turned off the tv and unplugged any connected devices before running to the door.
In front of him, the new Orange will pass to go to the bottom—contact apartment officer— was shocked when the person who had been looking for finally appeared.
Cklek.
“Shuji!” Orange exclaims.
“Uh-hm.”
“Kau—” Orange is about to nag because this man did not report anything and disappeared suddenly. But seeing Shuji's chaotic state, the sentence came to a halt. “You okay?”
The female eyebrows in front of her radiated a stark worry and Shuji suddenly wanted to cry again as it occurred to him that the worried face in front of her, was not just hers. Maybe this woman also once entertained the man who yesterday. Maybe take care of him when sick, bribe him, while I—
“...” Orange noticed Shuji's fickle expression. Orange feared the man in front of her would disappear again and said quickly, “Hey, I'm sorry to have made you cry..” she started carefully.
But Shuji did not reply, just staring at the orange nanar as if she was the most jerk on earth.
Orange: why.
'So it's true that she's crying because of me.' Orange straightened his lips. He was only half a guess.
“I'm sorry, okay?” Orange did not know why, but he did not hesitate to apologize. Only, the more he apologized, the more water pooled in Shuji's eyes.
“You... You apologize for rejecting my love?” with a hoarse and dry voice Shuji finally spoke.
“I'm not... hah?” The orange rounded his eyes to hear the revelation of that unexpected love.
“You're sorry for being with that person, aren't you?” Shuji said softly, immersed in his own world. Ah, my chest hurts so much. Loving is exhausting. Shuji melara in heart. Then her tears came down as hard as a waterfall. “Go, go to him. I don't want to see your face again.”
After saying so, Shuji closed the door and again isolated himself. Leaving the orange standing with a red face, ashamed and speechless.
Orange stared at the apartment door in front of him with question marks. A feeling of pleasure crawled over his heart when he realized that Shuji had just stated that he liked Orange.
A feeling of confusion and wonder mixed until he could not help but smile, but his countenance turned worried.
So all this time Shuji's attitude and yesterday's events were about me?
Oranges back to his apartment. If things weren't serious, Jingga would think Shuji was a theater performer.
Is this really the quiet, calm, and sometimes gloomy Shuji? Orange in the confusion while doing his home activities.
Wearing fur sandals, Orange sat on the sofa after bathing while hugging a pillow. On the coffee table put a glass of hot chocolate.
Slowly the events he had suspected began to rethink.
Oranges always think positive. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, even if he feels something strange, Orange won't think about it deeply. Especially if it is related to the person who—So has good feelings for him.
In this case, Shuji is on the criteria.
Since the beginning of the meeting, and with all the events that happened, if you think from a normal point of view, of course it is dangerous and suspicious.
But Jingga passes the point, assuming Shuji is a human who needs to be given a chance to improve. Orango thinks this point is not wrong.
Only she doesn't know since when Shuji liked her.
I still remember him likening me to an animal in his early acquaintance. The orange muttered in a frown but immediately corrected. We didn't know each other at the time, so it was natural.
"So, why do you consider normal people who treat you casually? You sick?" The orange held his pulsing head. Even foreigners were more civilized than Shuji back then.
"Ah, but it was me who started to approach him first." Come on, maybe it's all my fault.
Inevitably his mind goes back to the events when Shuji declares love. Without being able to withstand a tinge of red creeping into the face of Orange. "He likes me? How come?"
The orange shook weakly.
If you say like, maybe Orange also likes a little. But to love, it's not that far.
The shoots of orange feeling that were about to grow were instantly leveled with the principle that he had been living.
“…. I have to chat with him again.” Orange smiles, some of those smiles indicate loneliness. Being a lover can't—but it might be a friend, so neighbors like always—they can.
“Of course if he still wants.” The orange laughed, muttering to himself. Inwardly he knew that he was going to part with something.
The orange sipped its chocolate slowly.
There is always something to let go of, naturally.
Orange already knew this law, but he could not help his sorrow. All he could do was pray.
**
Today is still a bad day like yesterday.
Shuji sat on the sofa staring at the tv screen; which until then would never change the image of his wall.
But the sound was different, and it was something that locked Shuji in to sit down.
“..asdfasgsag.” Only sometimes like this. Her female neighbors speak Shuji or sometimes her native language, which Shuji does not understand.
Of course hearing his voice alone is good—but if he understands the contents even better.
Shuji held back his feelings of sadness that rose to the surface and tried to focus on the screen.
“asdaf—uhuk-uhuk—hh,”
Shuji's ears sharpened hearing a coughing sound from the speaker. The more you listen, the more you hear the cough. When he spoke, Shuji heard a slightly hoarse orange voice.
“Could it be fever? Flu?” All this time he was neighbors, never had he seen an orange fall ill. The sound of footsteps on the speakers getting closer, after a rustling sound, Shuji saw an orange figure on the tv screen preparing for work complete with his plain uniform.
On the speaker there is a sound of a round lock, connecting the sound of steps from outside the apartment. Shuji jumped to his feet but immediately sat down again. He wanted to check the state of Jingga—but there was no way he would do it.
why? Why just because she already has a boyfriend you shouldn't worry about her? 🧐
Whispering head.
isn't it ethical to back off when someone already belongs to someone else? 😢😢😢
Shuji's heart answered.
so bego you, huh? Just grab! Since when do you have ethics.😤.
- But..🥺🥺🥺
still be quiet too? Think of him who is sick. You didn't hear that coughing sound like it was a pain? If this is the last time you met him how!😠
- Don't talk carelessly!😡
-Ah, mind! Cuih—I mean of course he will be with you all the way to the pelaminan, heheh. But still, you have to make an effort. ⁇ ️
- Isn't it strange that I keep approaching him after yesterday I..😢.
-….🙄🙄
-...after I got mad at him yesterday?😭
you're actually an idiot? Yesterday you declared love to her. What else is less? Go and chase him!🤬
- A-a-a-what do you mean declare love??😥
The bus is coming soon! Cepaaat!🤐
While struggling with his thoughts, Shuji pulled his coat and rushed out of the apartment. Shuji half ran to the stop, and luckily the bus had not come yet. The figure he had been avoiding was sitting sweetly in the waiting chair.
Shuji stood at the end of the stop, still in his yesterday-yesterday clothes.I don't know how many yesterday? With messy hair and a slanted coat she slowly tidied herself up; putting on a super cold face even though the people around looked at her while combing her hair with her fingers.
Shuji glared at a man of his age who was staring at him for a long time and showed his fangs as the man laughed instead. Shuji squinted his eyes until the man passed.
Forget, Shuji. Your time's precious.
When the bus arrives, Shuji gets on. When he was about to pay—, he realized he did not bring his wallet or card.
“...” Hixes.
“Young man, do you want to go up or not? People queue behind you.” the bus driver glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, thinking that it was too late he had to speed to the next stop.
“...Sorry, I want to go up. But I forgot to bring money.”
“Is that? Too bad you have to go down.” the driver does not want to take a headache.
“Can't.”
“.... hey, son, listen..”
“—Shuji?”
Seeing the traffic jam that occurred at the entrance, the orange who was already sitting up and immediately woke up when he saw his neighbor standing plain in front of the machine. He swiped his card.
Shuji, who was still silent, felt the sleeves of his coat being pulled; he was placed in a chair by the window. “Where are you going?” a light sound from the person beside him sounded.
Shuji opened his mouth shut, then made up his mind. “A-i'm chasing you.” Shuji answered in the smallest voice possible.
If Jingga doesn't pay attention and listens well, she barely catches Shuji's answer.
“..What?” Chase me? “Why?”
Shuji did not answer. He just looked out the window.
Orange: ….
Orang-ga felt that at any time he would never understand the path of *mood * this man.
Thinking about the events of yesterday, Orange so remember that there is still something to talk about between them.
“You... what's the night there's time?”
“Ah?”
Finally looked too. “Later to go home from work, how about we eat at Oishio restaurant?” Orange offers.
“...” Shuji did not answer. A date? Could he ask me out? But he has a girlfriend…. Maybe this is his taste? Have two girlfriends at once??
“...O-ke.” Shuji felt shaken but he tried to answer even though it was a bit stiff. She doesn't look like a woman who likes it...
- Tolol, he wants to break up with you!
The voice in his head rang out again, resuscitating Shuji. But he refused to admit it.
Shuji shook his head slowly, erasing that thought.
don't worry, we're not yet!
- haha! He wants to cut you out of his life forever!
“....” Shuji turned to the window, afraid that his sad face might be seen.
He just forgot, his shadow reflected on the window and Orange could see clearly.
Orange: ….
Why does she seem to want to cry? Seeing Shuji's attitude, Orange herself comes to believe that she is a playgirl jerk toying with people's feelings.
“….I want to talk about yesterday.” Orange said carefully, afraid to make Shuji cry again. “Yesterday, you said you liked me, right?” Orange ensure. At this time the best thing is to be frank.
The person beside him did not turn his head, but his shoulders twitched. Seeing her Orange could not help but smile.
“Many things you don't know about me. And, I want to tell you about that.” Orange is silent for a moment. “One more, the one yesterday was my male cousin. Although fundamentally we can be a couple, but me and him are like sisters..
“Sepupu?” shuji's head twirled, his eyes round hearing that explanation.
“Y-yes..,”
“Not your girlfriend?”
“...not.” The orange wants to hide in shame. Why is this guy focusing there? And why should he make this clear?
“...Oh.” Shuji just took out the word, then looked back out the window.
This time, Jingga could not read Shuji's thoughts just from the reflection of the glass; she seemed to have returned to Shuji who was expressionless and always calm.
Orange turned and waited for the bus to reach the destination— felt his heart slightly melt. Too bad, even though his expression is interesting to note.
The bus arrived at the stop and Jingga got off. He did not walk directly but instead waited for Shuji to stand beside him.
“You... there is a return fare, right?” The orange opened his sling bag and took out his wallet. He can't give you his transport card, but he's got the money.
“No need.”
“Ah? Why?”
“I want to take a walk around here.”
“...Do you have any money?” To pay for the bus alone can not, let alone the streets. Orange is about to go to work and she has no idea how Shuji will spend his time. What if I am hungry? Thinking of Shuji squatting on the side of the road, starving, the motherly nature of the Orange that he thought did not exist suddenly appeared.
“No.” Shuji answered handsomely.
“I have to go to work now.” Orange took out his wallet and just remembered that he had not taken the money. There are only a few pieces of money that Orange fears will not be enough.
“Nih.” Orange offered one of his debit cards. Inside was five thousand yen. This money he was going to use for their dinner plans. But even if Shuji wears it, it doesn't matter. At most they will eat satay on the roadside.
“Code 121221. In it not much money—uhuk—but enough to eat and fare home today.” Orange inserted his wallet after thrusting— forced the— card into Shuji's hands.
“I go first, dah.” Without waiting for a response, Orange immediately walked towards the direction of his workplace.
Shuji stared at the back of the orange that disappeared slowly swallowed into the crowd. He tiptoes to steal the look until the woman's figure shrinks and is no longer visible. Shuji stayed in place for some time, before lowering his head. Both of his hands held the debit card with a quiver.
Could this be called— “...Sponsor?”
