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18. I've Got to Keep It A Secret

...Chapters 18...

...—I Should Keep It A Secret—...

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

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This is the seventh time in this city I see the sky again studded with stars.

"It's time to walk to Brother Aina's place, then to his base." I raised my fingers to count the number of events that had happened today. "Then I went to the station to drive Yuna, and back to the restaurant; my day was getting more colorful." When I finished, I landed my body on a soft bed.

A few seconds later, I thought about Mr. Fujima. He was now at the bottom while serving some of the visitors who came. Somehow, but if allowed, I want to do a lot more for that man.

"I still want to help him." My eyes were reflexively sidetracked at the slightly open window of the room. "He's a really good guy. He's the same as you, Keira" I whispered as I stood up.

On the third floor of the restaurant there are three rooms. The room that was right in front of the rotating staircase belonged to Mr. Fujima, while my room was next to him. One more room was currently uninhabited by no one, and it seemed like it had already been made into a warehouse.

"Moreover ...." I recalled my conversation with Brother Aina.

At that time Yuna was going to the toilet, and I don't know why Aina just wanted to talk to me about it.

"Oh, Hiro. You know about our organization?" he asked, but only this time did I see her expression so solemn.

"Looks not yet" I replied succinctly.

"Cannot be. Didn't he tell you?"

"At first it was, but the reality is not so. Maybe he forgot."

"The senile ...." Brother Aina shook her head and stuck her finger on the forehead.

"What's wrong, sister Aina?" I asked, a little curious.

"I just want to make it clear ...." Brother Aina took a breath, then raised both fingers in pose V. "We are a Wind-Controlling Anti-Girl Organization, or can be abbreviated OAGPA!" He looked happy when he said that.

I was a little surprised. Fortunately, I can still hold it. "Anti the wind-bending girl? Meaning ...."

"Eh?" Aina's sister was also jolted after me.

"Why is my sister surprised?" my many.

"Do you know the legend about the girl?"

Back then, I remembered my promise to Yuna. From him I will dampen my knowledge, as if the information only came from a piece of newspaper that Chairman Morikawa had once given.

"Not much, I've seen the story. It was very short," I explained. "Yes, but I'm curious."

"About that?"

"Well, what was this organization founded for?"

Aina looked up, looking like she was thinking. But he did not return to me long.

"If referring to what Chairman Suguha said, the girl or woman who controls the wind is the real bearer of calamity for this world. So, in order to avoid this, we are determined to keep the peace of this city from him. Or in other words, throw him out if he's here."

It was a clear sign as well as a bad warning to Yuna. However, rather than constantly thinking about it, I now opened the window of the room, while enjoying the coolness of the peaceful night air.

"A real bringer of misfortune? I don't understand at all," I muttered while repeating the sentence a few times.

I also couldn't conclude it quickly.

Brother Aina also knew this from Chairman Morikawa, and that means it is certainly not certain. It's just that now I'm friends with that girl. I also know the truth, and will not take it as a threat for now.

Looking at it from another point of view, I also have to keep the identity of this organization from Yuna. It was possible that the girl would be sad after finding out that she was hated by these people.

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As usual, in the morning without customers, I wiped some dining tables located at some point of the restaurant. Maybe yesterday I was not careful, but there are still some food stains left.

It would be bad if Mr. Fujima saw it.

"Yes! It's done!" I dropped the washcloth into a bucket of water under the floor. Luckily the cloth entered accurately.

I swiftly wiped my sweat, then tidied up my slightly messy hair.

"I guess you're still sleeping, Mr. Fujima, haha," my guyon while trying to tease him.

"You sure?"

"Huh?"

Mr. Fujima grinned widely. "Listen young man, I haven't slept yet."

"Eh? But, ah ...." That's true too; it could happen. I forgot that the restaurant was open 24 hours, so not sleeping at night would have been commonplace for him, I thought.

Looks like I'm the one who got the sap now. "... ah, I see, after all," I said nervously, enduring embarrassment.

Mr. Fujima smiled and said, "Well, can you please bring this to the kitchen?" The man held out one of his basket bags to me.

I nodded aloud. "Of course, what is this for ...."

"Yes, the kitchen needs!" he said, punching the air. "I bought potatoes, yams, chickpeas, lettuce, cheese, cucumber, shellfish ...."

This time, I could see his spirit stirring again, like a young man.

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Today the kitchen feels like a desert walk, complete with a sharp sun.

It's a lot different than I thought (like the usual days ), but now I'm sweating a lot. Maybe after lunch I'll change my clothes soon.

"What's the matter, Sato?" Mr. Fujima suddenly stood next to me.

"O–oh, I just—it feels like this summer is getting stinging, huh?" I asked while laughing.

Mr. Fujima was seen gripping the top of his apron, then pulling and pushing it several times so that air could enter. "Right, and since you reminded him, this seems to be a suggestion to me."

Not long after, Ting Nung's voice sounded from the outside of the kitchen. Actually it is a bell attached to each dining table of this restaurant, so that the visitors can order food or make other requests.

"Well, there's a customer. Then please cut the beans, Sato." Then he ran towards the kitchen exit, in a hasty step.

"Good, Sir!" I cried, with the same spirit.

I then approached the table where Mr. Fujima to cut the vegetables. There was a cutting board, a knife, and of course a bunch of chickpeas perched as the main ingredient.

"If it was just this, it would be very easy." I spread my smile, with a lot of confidence.

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"Today our customers seem to be increasing huh, Sato?" It's the first time I've seen Mr. Fujima take off his white apron.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" I asked, while lifting some meat plastic to put back in the refrigerator.

Mr. Fujima put his index finger under his mouth. "Yes, like dinner" he said.

"With your wife?"

"No, it's for my son's birthday." Mr. Fujima smiled, then took off his hat slowly.

"Oh, I guess ...." It turns out my guess was wrong. "Then your son, all this time, I mean here .. I've never seen him."

"He lives with my mother. I asked him to take care of her."

"Eh ...." My gaze widened, right after seeing Mr. Fujima's smile slowly thinning.

Wait, did something happen to her family? I thought in my heart.

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...Seriate...