Little Hearts in Your Heart

Chapters 20. Reason

June, Miki is still at school. All the students were already wearing their summer uniforms, including her. Miki propped up her chin, looking out the window. Was drizzling, since this morning until the first break. He's very bored right now. In the past, at a time like this, he would start doodling in his book, drawing indistinctly on what he would write.

It was summer, he should have collected his horror script. Even if he could finish the delayed manuscript, it was likely that it could be printed at the end of the month. She then woke up to the vibration of a mobile phone in her pleated skirt pocket. He ejected. He smiled, small, as he read a message from Editor Chio. “One coincidence,” murmured.

“Miki-chan..”

Miki raised her head. “Iya, Shima-sensei..” he smiled, weird.

“You daydream, Miki-chan,” said her history teacher, in a feminine tone.

Miki scratched her head, “I don't daydream, Sensei. But being thought,” said he defended himself.

“You always have a reason,” Shima, sneer.

Kaori turned around, raised her eyebrows, asking. Miki just shook her head, moved her lips, “no problem.”

Miki walked into the publishing house, with the script in her arms. He walked quickly to Chio's editor's desk. “So, the editor who will read it, I have not seen it at all, you know,” said Miki, handing over the script with the words Collecting Ghost 2* on the cover.

“You should be able to finish it, Miki,” hiss Chio, considering the script in his hand is not finished yet.

“How do I know, if anyone is still looking for him,” mumbled Miki, defend himself. “This is wrong Chio editor too, should the editor make sure I can finish it in time. Ohiya, the editor will also be the managing editor, thanks for still having time to check my script,” Miki said, smiling.

“I should have just left you,” muttered Chio. “Then what about your romance script? You promised you'd get it done too, you know, I risked myself as a senior editor here. You know, I trust you.”

“I know, thank you, editor,” said Miki. “Then what should I do? This or romance?” eyes blinked.

“See, why are you talking like a high school boy.”

“Ah?” next to Miki's eyebrows, raised. “I'm like a High School boy? I always look young. Editors only who do not realize it.”

Chio sneered. “You go home, just finish this horror script first,” he said lifting the script Miki. “I will contact you after reading it.”

“Alright,” Miki bending. “I go.” Miki came out of the editor room. Get in the elevator, push the button.

The door opens, Miki comes out. He stood up. It bites the lips. The next second, he smiled. “During the afternoon, Director, Aiko-san,” said to the two people who saw him, surprised.

“You're here, Miki?” ask Aiko.

“Ah, congratulations on your relationship, well,” Miki said, it might sound very strange.

“Ah?” Taka frowned, “you misunderstood, Miki.”

As Taka said it, Miki could see Aiko's expression change. “The editor-in-chief, it's not good to say that. Poor Aiko.”

“Miki, you don't talk original,” snorts Aiko. “How about our bet?”

“You relax. I'll beat you, I'll make a story that will beat the story

your love. You better prepare something to replace my prize.” Miki laughed dryly.

Aiko grunts. “You sound very confident. You don't even have good memories from school. Not the wonderful teenage years you had, but the boring lonely days, right?”

Miki frowned. Seeing Taka who had been silent since then and Aiko's face that had been flushed red. “We'll see later, well, I'm leaving now. See you,” said goodbye to Miki and passed away.

Miki got off the bus as the clock in her hand was already pointing at the number eight, she spent

it was quite a long time at the Gai Center earlier. He did not go directly to his apartment, but to konb*ini—with

family mart on it. He stood in front of the entrance, with a canteen in his hand and took out

his cell phone has been ringing ever since. “Iya, senpai, I've been in kobini,” Miki snorted. “So what do you want to order?” the question while opening the door mini market, “Red wine?” peeking Miki, he turned his head to accidentally step on the foot of a strange man behind him. “Sorry. I mean, I'm sorry,” said Miki, bowing. He quickly entered.

Miki then moved to the front of the finished food, took the fried chicken, and put it in the microwave. “You want me to buy you a roasted sausage? Ah, senpai, I've been in the T-junction, very lazy if you have to go to the front of the complex,” Miki half yell. And when the microwave rang, he immediately took out the chicken, “Etoo, senpai I bought canned beer only, already.” Miki ended the call.

He was just about to step into the front of the freezer, but stopped in front of a shelf with magazines and books. He glanced to the right and to the left. And when no one noticed him, he began to browse through manga and novels, like someone who intended to do criminal work, even though he only wanted to find his own novel.

Miki finds her novel The Lost Island among several romance novels. He hissed and picked it up, moving it next to his other two novel titles. Just a few, well, she thought, smiling. He saw the novel with the title 90 in his hand, his work as well.

“What are you doing?”

Miki straightened her back, as the strange man she stepped on earlier, commented on her suspicious behavior. “I just looked around,” like you did, he added inwardly. He has since stolen a look at a man in semi-pajama clothes complete with a black hat and sunglasses with a large, black glass, just flicking through the manga, and reading it while standing up.

“You think, what am I, Ojisan?” miki Grunts.

“Ojisan? You said.” The man snorted, in disbelief, and then raised his hat, lowered his glasses.

“Ah?” Miki laughs strangely, “Kyo-san.”

“Yes, it's me. You don't recognize me,” muttered Kyo. “What's the High School kid alone here?”

“Child SMA?” Miki sneered, ah, she's a high school boy. “I'm just hungry,” he said raised fried chicken and roasted sausage. “Then why is a celebrity here? With strange clothes?”

“This is because I'm undercover,” bela Kyo and put down the manga she just read. He put his hand in his pants pocket, and came out.

Miki waved her hand and looked back at her novel. “Should I buy?” he murmured and laughed. He put it back, considering he still had it at home, given the publisher. He then moved to the front of the refrigerator, taking a pack of canned drinks. And pay it at the cashier.

Afterwards, Miki came out and found Kyo standing up. “Kyo-san, not home yet?” miki asked, looking around, it was possible that the man was waiting, but no one else saw him.

“I'm waiting for you,” says Kyo, relax. “It's late, why did you go home alone?”

“Ah? It doesn't matter at all.”

“Come way together,” says Kyo and walk first.

Miki smiled and immediately followed.

 “You from shopping well? You spent your parents' money on clothes,” Kyo scrunched her nose, realizing that her sentence was too interfered.

“Ah? I just bought a t-shirt,” Miki saw a paper bag in her hand, with a clothing brand, “I bought it with my savings.”

Kyo bertehem. “Ei, look at your canteen, are you going to drink? You're still SMA,” oceh Key.

“Ah,” Miki sees a white cantongan in her hand, “ini for my senpai. He ordered it.” He then shut up.

“You don't have much reason.”

Miki sneering. “Even with my friends, I don't drink,” he murmured. “Kyo-san, talkative, well.”

“Eh?” Kyo touched his neck. Frowning, “that's because you don't talk much.”

“Oh,” Miki nodded. “Home Kyo-san is near,” he said when he saw the wall of the fence that is soft, beautiful.

“Where is your house?” ask Kyo. “Let me takear.”

“Apartment? Ah, there's no need. It's close.”

“Near?”

Miki nodded, definitely. “After the ramp, turn right, go down stairs, terotoar seller takoyaki, and fifty meters, until.”

“Oh. But, I want to buy a takoyaki. So let's walk together,” Kyo said and pass her house.

Miki sped up, her steps, to match Kyo.

Three minutes later, they arrived at the sidewalk with several hawker sellers, including takoyaki sellers. Miki stopped in front of a takoyaki car next to a sushi and tempura seller.

“Even here too,” muttered Kyo, see the bustling snacks. “Then why, you bought chicken

fried there?”

“Me and Senpai love chicken there. Um, we eat here almost every day, so once in a while you have to buy a different food, so don't get bored,” Miki said, smiling. “Belilah, here takoyaki delicious.”

Key nodded. “Which apartment?”

Miki pointed to the third floor building with pink paint, quite different from the other buildings.

“Oh. What is it all women? Looks like the owner is also female,” Kyo guessed.

“Oh, Noriko-basan a young mother,” Miki brings together eyebrows, realizing the actor's inquisitive nature. “Tak only female. There are some men. Including my senpai,” said Miki, recalling. “Eh, it's senpai,” Miki waved at the man who was dumping the plastic bottle.  “Ah, Kyo-san, I go home first. See you.”

Kyo had not finished speaking as Miki had waved her hand and moved away. He sighed and turned around at takoyaki. “Ohiya, Ojisan, can not give chives,” he said to the takoyaki seller who only nodded to hear the request of the buyer.

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