Little Hearts in Your Heart

Chapters 2. Buddy

Miki collected her hair and tightened the ribbon on her head. He rolled up his long sleeve. His forehead wrinkled. Squeeze ones eyes. Moving fingers. And take a breath. He grabbed a glass next to his laptop. Straightening his legs which made the sound of the crisps wrap heard.

Miki looked at her glass that had been missing its contents. He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Pour orange-colored drinks with orange pulp into the glass. Before coming out of the kitchen, his nose twitched, catching a completely unpleasant scent. He turned his head, looking at the pile of dishwashing in the sink. He ignored her and walked into the bedroom, the study, and the viewing room, as well as the dining room.

Nose inflates. He held his breath, watching his apartment room which was like a garbage dump. Warm clothes, jackets, shirts, bags, hanging indistinctly on chairs, tables, and beds.

Meanwhile, the short table that became his dining table and work table looked full of trash, small food parcels. Under the table, with the cloth he used to coat the table and keep it warm, filled with containers of used noodles. I don't know, the tablecloth or maybe the blanket, maybe

it's been a year since he's been washed.

“I just used you last winter,” he said and put his feet back under the table. He drank a mouthful of liquid and moved his fingers back over his lapton keyboard. But not a single piece of writing was created.

Miki massaged his head. Looking up and his eyes found his college books neatly arranged on the table—the only straw left untouched by Miki's hand.  He glanced sharply, the papers with black clasps, as if a white object with ink accessories was his greatest enemy. He stood up, looked closer, “Ah, final task,” his murmur and lifted three bundles of clamped paper very neatly. “I'll get rid of you,” he said and put it in the plastic bag he took from the drawer.

“I will touch you again, after completing my challenge,” he said satisfied and returned to the front of the laptop.

Miki's eyes focused on the blank word sheet. He has absolutely no idea. He growled, annoyed. Moving legs. And, he shouted indistinctly. Lifted up his laptop, kept him away from the spills of that nasty drink. He then threw the laptop into his bed and stood up to pick up a tissue, wiping out the spills of drinks on the tablecloth. “Ah, no, I must wash you, if you are like this,” he lamented.

Miki. It was time to clean up his favorite place.

*

Miki uses her writing time to make her apartment a place where humans can live. He smiled, satisfied when everything looked clean, even he had replaced the sheets, tablecloths, and even curtains for the windows of his apartment on the third floor. People in the next apartment may have noticed that the occupants of the apartment never change their curtains for a year.

Miki washes all the kitchen utensils. The fabrics he soaked even made the water murky, disgusting. Even he himself could not bear to touch it and cursed himself not to repeat his mistake. At least that belief could last ten days. “Ah, I have a washing machine,” the grunt and head to her apartment balcony. Put everything in and push the button. I don't know how long he hasn't used the electronics.

After the washing machine worked well, he dried everything on the balcony of his apartment. He smiled at his hard work today. The sky had even changed color, revealing a tinge of orange. She took a deep breath and sneered as her apartment neighbor, who was also on the balcony, took off her shirt and sang.

“Woi, Miki..”.

Miki shuddered at the sound of that scream. He was about to enter, but the eyes of the man next door caught him. “Ah, Daiki-senpai,” he said smiling, very strange.

“I didn't see you on campus,” said a man named Daiki who now wears the upside-down t-shirt he released. Her hair is messy.

“I have no work on campus. After all, you yourself, to campus just to join your club right.”

“You too, aren't you still the chairman of the movie club?”

“Not chairman, senpai. But vice chairman.”

Daiki laughing. “Are you working on something? Ledy?”

“Redy,” Miki repeat. “I'll let you know when you're done later. How about you, did you make that semi-dressed?”

“Ah, so well?” Miki smiled with raised eyebrows. “I have to finish it now,” he said pointing to his door.

 Daiki. “Other times we drink, OK?”

“Senpai knows, I never drink,” said Miki shouting and closing the door. He mumbled indistinctly. When he first met the man who became his neighbor, he was very amazed. Especially knowing that he is a mangaka and also handsome. But after knowing Daiki's strangeness, he no longer admired her, even at first he avoided her, unless he desperately needed her help. “Ah, you can't be like that,” murmured to himself. “Again, he also always troubles me. Win-Win.”

Miki stretched her body. He returned to a table that was very clean. He sat for a second, but stood up again. “I'll take a shower first,” he said and go to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back in clean clothes. Sit in front of the laptop. And stand back. “I'll be out buying food,” she said and out of her apartment.

Miki returned thirty minutes later. He went into the kitchen and moved the chicken to the plate. Seeing the chicken he bought so much, he came out of his apartment and knocked on the next door.

“Senpai, I brought you chicken,” Miki said and handed me a plate filled with food, “no need to thank,” he added and pulled the door of Daiki apartment. He came back and stopped in front of his apartment. He nodded, looking at the door. He sighed and turned to Daiki's apartment. He knocked on the door.

Daiki opened the door and immediately understood when she saw Miki's strange look. He tells Miki to wait in his apartment, while he becomes a spiderman and opens the door of Miki's apartment from the inside.

“You don't have to go back from there,” Miki said when she saw Daiki coming from the balcony after five minutes had passed.

Daiki laughed, “you're right,” he said scratching his hair. “Oh yes, your room looks cleaner.”

“Indeed it's always like that,” Miki said, but it's free to lie. Of course Daiki knows very well. And that's the weirdness of the man, because Miki is like a mirror. Daiki's room is a mess, they are both writers, they are studying in the same place even now Daiki has not graduated also because of his laziness, and they both live far from family.

“It looks like I also have to clean my room,” Daiki muttered. Their nature is the same, a sense of diligence that appears suddenly.

“Do it. Doing everything feels to keep you fresh.”

“Are you having trouble?” ask Daiki.

Miki nodded. “I'm looking for something better. But, haven't got it.”

Daiki laughing. “Or do we have to take a walk? Searching for? Drink?”

Miki hissing. “Tak. I'll end up accompanying you for a drink.”

“Good. I'll go out on my own, to search. Doing something fun will make you happy,” said Daiki, laughing indistinctly.

Miki sneered and returned to the room. He looked at his laptonya once again. He mumbled indistinctly. Closing the laptonya and blaming the TV.

You know, he sucks. But I always learned a valuable lesson from him. It'll make it hard to forget in the future, when I have another life, friend. Mickey.*