Our Voice's

15. The Beginning of Change

...Chapters 15...

...—Initial Of Change—...

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

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My hand this time was busy rinsing all the foamed dishes with tap water, and it seemed like it felt dejavu.

“Wash everything; wash all, come on!” I asked to encourage myself.

In this city, maybe I'll find the meaning of life. Somehow, but my hunch says so. Helping Mr. Fujima is now the starting point to be achieved, and being proud of him is a must because he is willing to accept me here.

However, it should be noted. This is not real work. So I will make this an experience, nothing more and nothing less.

Mr. Fujima then called me. “Hei, Sato.” His voice echoed from behind.

When I looked up, I saw him standing at the kitchen door.

“Didn't I tell you before?” ask her while frowning.

Tu–wait a minute. Did I do anything wrong? my question is in my heart. However, it feels like after working from morning until now, I'm sure it doesn't destroy anything. “Sorry, did I make a mistake?”

Mr. Fujima put his hand on his forehead, then lowered his head. “I told you before ..” he said, and little by little the man smiled again. “Don't force yourself, Sato. You can stay here without having to work that hard.”

“Ah, no-no." I rejected his idea subtly.

You see, I am not a model of youth who only laze when someone has done good to him, because it is very contrary to my goals. “I'm not forcing myself at all. It just makes me excited."

After hearing this, Mr. Fujima kept smiling. He soon left and closed the kitchen door.

I sighed to cultivate a sense of relief. “It turns out that, anyway. I guess it was because of something or something.”

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A few moments have passed. Finally, all the dishes had returned to the cupboard of the dishes made of brown teak; where they should have been.

“Tired once, but it doesn't matter to me!” I rubbed the sweat on my neck with a handkerchief.

This time, by the way I followed Mr. Fujima's movements, just like he did in the park a few days ago.

Besides, since all my work has been done, then I move towards Mr. Fujima to tell him.

“I'm done there, Mr. Fujima.”

“Oh, that's fast." He looked surprised. “It took me twenty minutes to wash everything. But you, well .. The soul of youth is burning at all times.” Mr. Fujima laughed, then he walked towards the ninety-centimeter-wide three-door refrigerator, roughly.

“Hmm, which one, yes ...” Mr. Fujima muttered. It seemed like he was about to pick something up, but the item was hiding on one side.

Alright, I will help him as a follow-up first step.

“Is there something you're looking for?” ask me while moving closer to him.

“Ya, I think ...” Mr. Fujima put his index finger on his lips, like he was thinking. “I needed a chickpea, but I forgot where to put it,” he said.

"Hmm, okay." Netraku began to sort one by one the levels seen in the refrigerator. In addition, there is a lot of ice vapor coming out of the cooling machine.

“This fridge is huge. I wonder why he used to buy a refrigerator like this.” Mr. Fujima then refocused his gaze on every side that could be seen in the refrigerator, or rather it was for both of us.

Ah, there it is, I thought. It turned out that the chickpeas were tucked between a bundle of meat (perhaps chicken) and some sardine packaging that was still neatly wrapped in the bottom area of the refrigerator. It's just that the chickpeas are a little indented, so it's only natural that Mr. Fujima has trouble finding them.

The man also looked very happy.

“Thank you for helping me, Sato. Now I can continue my duties,” he said, then Mr. Fujima returned to his talent along with a bunch of fresh chickpeas.

At least, after four days here, there are people who find me useful, I thought.

It feels good to be able to help someone again. Looks like these days are going to be longer—and fun too.

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From day to day, the number of customers who visit our restaurant is increasing. This place is also more visible. Not like when I ate that ramen a while ago.

Although this was the beginning of the positive side, but now I have to go back to my work and stop to be stunned in the excessive period of time. Now it was time to clean every dirty dining table after the customer left.

“It's so easy, I'm getting used to this job," I murmured.

“Huh, so hungry. Lunch here seems decent,” shouted a woman. His voice was a little hoarse, like just waking up while opening the door of the restaurant.

When I sharpened my gaze, the person standing there surprised me. That woman is—“Kak Aina?” That stupid police uniform has proven its existence.

“Hah ...! Who would dare call me?” When Aina raised her head, her face looked fierce. “Eh? You, right ...” He flinched, right after we looked at each other.

"Yes, Brother?"

"Yes, you, right ...."

“Sorry, but can you please not block the road? Actually I also want to eat here,” said another girl. He was behind Aina.

But this time, I know who it is.

“Huh—Yuna?” My eyes widened drastically. The arrival of the two of them simultaneously was completely beyond my expectations. Besides, I am also currently very messy with all the stains that perch up my clothes.

“You know him?” asked Aina flat-faced sister, pointing at Yuna with her thumb.

“Iya,” answer.

“So, yes, if I don't anyway.” After all that, I thought that Brother Aina also knew Yuna. This made my mind a little patient, especially now that the woman was walking towards me.

“By the way didn't you forget something, huh?” Suddenly he snatched away my collar, then glared at me with a hateful gaze—or an air of malice like it was anchored around the area we were standing in.

Even so, my gaze remained fixed on Yuna. He was still standing in front of the door, as if I was ignoring all the calamities that were ahead at this moment. Now I'll look back at Aina. "Sorry .. but why—"

“Can-can you not wake me up when you want to leave our headquarters; it's very contrary to the rules of the organization, you know?” The grip is getting stronger, and now I know that my feet are not stepping on land anymore. A little bit up.

I remember now. When I left from there, I did not wake Kak Aina or the big one. Because when they sleep on the table it looks really good. Of course, I don't want to wake up the good dream of both of them, but I don't know if the situation will be this bad, and also, I'm not one of you, why are you telling me to obey your rules! The condemnation for him resonated in my heart.

“Because you guys are sleeping, so I don't want to disturb.“ I'm trying to explain the situation.

“Huft, today I've heard too much nonsense.” Kak Aina's voice again swallowed, while removing her grip from the collar of my shirt. “If you wake me up earlier, I will definitely not get angry,” he added with a sigh.

Maybe Aina's sister was right. I should have said goodbye to him before I left. Therefore I tried to dilute the situation while saying, “But now that Big Brother is here, what if we had lunch together?” bargained.

“I think that's the right choice!” His voice suddenly changed.

After that Yuna came near us. “I agree, let's eat together,” he said with a smile.

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...Seriate...