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13. Opportunity to Survive

...Chapters 13...

...—Opportunities For Survival—...

...(.( Hiro Sato's)...

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All right, I've thought about it.

Before parting ways with Yuna at the station, I decided to apply for a job at Pak Fujima's Restaurant. It looks like he doesn't have a single employee, and this will be a great opportunity.

But now I am facing my toughest problem. For a sixteen-year-old young man, it was naturally difficult for me to ask the townspeople the way.

“Hmm ... here, Mr. .. I want ...”

Speaking normally when someone starts his conversation with me will be very easy, but it will be different if the opposite.

“Could quickly say what you want? I'm on a meeting schedule that's eight minutes away.” The man in the suit with the black suitcase stared at his watch with an annoyed face. “You will eliminate those precious money, so help me.”

“A–do you know where Pak Fujima's Restaurant is located?”

This is a serious question. I completely forgot about it. It was funny when I had just come there earlier this morning, or maybe it was because the direction of the route from Nagisa Station opposite was what made me collapse.

Not long after the man brushed off his forehead, putting on a look of astonishment. “I don't know, please get out of the way!” He yelled at me, then walked by sneaking past me without turning his head.

“Alright, have a great day!” I said with a smile, even though my heart was moody.

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Not felt, but the clear sky had turned dark. Even the night with beautiful stars is now back soaring high space.

The density of the city that was happening everywhere should again subside.

I still do not expect that some of the residents of the city are still sticking to their work routines, and the man was one concrete example.

Hopefully in the future I don't get a job that sacrifices my hours of rest. This will be a great hope.

“I will try it again,” I said, after seeing a pedestrian with an umbrella in his hand.

This is a little confusing, even though the condition of the night clouds is not rumbling. My deduction says if he might be a man traumatized by the rain, I thought.

My legs started to walk up to him, then asked the same question and were a little ambiguous. “Hmm ... here, Mr. .. I want ...”

“Some of which can I help you? Don't be nervous like that; I'm not a high dominant-class monster that will help you.” The man looks good. However, I do not know the meaning of his words,

“Anu, do you know Mr Fujima's Restaurant?” I ignored it and went straight to my question.

“Of course. I eat there often. Shall I show you?” he asked deignly, the man's face looked like he wanted to display the floor plan in the entire city.

“Ya!” I immediately took out a pen and a piece of paper from my shirt pocket, simultaneously, and prepared to take notes.

"Okay, listen to me!"

"Yes!"

“From where we stand, you only need to walk about two hundred meters in that direction.” The man's hand pointed straight ahead, my eyes were turned to him. “Then see the row of taxis parked there? You have to turn and keep going.”

“Good, I understand!” answer me with spirit.

“After walking for approximately five minutes with a range of mileage for three hundred meters, you will find a black post box hanging in front of the house with a wide roof, just a little bit—sit." The man swiped his thumb and index finger very subtly while being archived, like emphasizing this one information. "And it was also inhabited by a beautiful girl; I did not lie. Geez, he really made me fall in love."

“There you can propose to him, but I do not recommend this.” This guy's starting to make me sick. “She's also engaged; oh yes. You should also greet a painter there. His painting ability is really very ...”

Over time the man began to say identical things like infidelity and heartache. It's not about the address I want to know or how to get back to Mr. Fujima's restaurant.

Therefore, now I will hear what I think is useful, then throw all that nonsense all the way to the ocean.

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“Finally arrived too.” sahutku relieved.

In accordance with the words of the man who overstepped the line just now, now it makes me stand at the door of the restaurant, posing like a person who does honors at a dazzling performance of art.

Then I pushed the door of the restaurant with my elbow; entered quietly past it.

"Ah, this ...." The coolness of the air rotates friendly and fills the interior of the room. Mr. Fujima was seen standing behind the cash register, complete with a warm smile.

“Goodnight.” I walked to get to him. The sound of the restaurant door closing again sounded smooth.

“Oh, Sato, how are you?” greet Mr. Fujima.

“Not too bad, but I want to order ramen again now.”

Mr. Fujima was devastated. "Haha, how much do you want?” He asked while folding both his hands.

“One Only.”

“How about two? That would surely be filling.”

I want it, but I still have to be wise with my spending. “Ya, ah .. I—“

“That's free. You only need to pay the other one,” said Mr. Fujima, blinking one eye.

“Are you sure?” I'm afraid that his kindness will make Mr. Fujima's restaurant faster—bankrupt—close.

“Sit there and wait for the order.” Mr. Fujima smiled, then he turned his body.

“Wanginya ..” When she opened the kitchen door, the smell of the fragrant kitchen spice made me fall asleep. This time I imagined the delights of hot ramen that would be served on that round table later. Saliva began to fall from the corner of my hungry lips.

After Mr. Fujima disappeared, I reopened my phone. “Prepare your speech and mentality, Hiro!” I firmly looked up.

Apparently, the roof ceiling is lined with red curtain fabric, with two sets of chandeliers symmetrically mounted and protruding into the front of the restaurant. I looked back at my salary.

Notes ... I have a lot of notes, I thought. My fingers moved up and down, gliding wily, searching for the *f*ile of the narration I had to tell him. I have to memorize the job application text that will be used to talk to Mr. Fujima, or later I will be nervous again.

Here goes! my inner partying ria— is finally visible too.

Time is still a lot of—based on the way I think. It took about three minutes before Mr. Fujima came back out and served the ramen. Therefore, now I set my breath, then read in connection with the acceptance of employees in the company that Mr/Mother leads, then read, I intend to submit a job application letter in order to be accepted to work in a place that Mr/Mother leads as ....

“Not possible, this ...” After repeating the reading in my heart, I realized something.

This writing is more suitable as a letter when someone wants to apply for a job. This of course messed me up, especially after hearing the sound of the door slowly opening. Here I wish something open came from the front of the restaurant. However, it turned out that the sound came from the direction of the kitchen.

So, okay. From here on I will improvise, as taught in my school.

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...Seriate...