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22. Everything They Say

Episode 22

Everything They Say—

...💨💨💨...

...~ Hiro Sato ~...

The day dissolves again in the dark curtain and will be replaced with a glorious tomorrow.

Now I'm in a bathtub of hot water soaking my body. It feels like a five-star hotel service in every tourist destination, and really, I'm not fantasizing about saying anything superfluous.

About three meters from where I was soaking, on the left, there was a pair of toothpaste, toilet paper, a bathroom freshener, a toothbrush, face wash soap, and so on, and some other fixtures that are neatly placed on the sink. Not to forget from that, in the middle of the bathroom door was a towel hanger, and my clothes were also hanging up there.

I just kept quiet, making the best use of this relaxing time, according to what the girl had said before.

“Anyone will definitely experience it, even in the future later, you will also feel it.”

I slowly took my breath, then slowly threw it away.

“Thank you, Yuna,”.

However, along with her, I accidentally went back to recall a small part of the incident.

One year ago, just before I ran away, the house was filled with peace.

Together with my mother, we sat together in the living room, gazing at the warmth of the sunshine peering out from behind the wide window of the seesaw. The chirping of birds was heard from several directions outside the house, the sound of the neighborhood children playing down our stairs and running here and there, and I let them in so I wouldn't be lonely.

“Hiro.” When Mother called out to me, it was like a melody that resonated and was harmoniously tilted.

“Ya, Mother?”

“Why has your face always been moody lately,” he said as he rubbed my head. “There are problems in school?”

My face turned tangled, anxiety also present accompanied me. “That's not what I think. You guys aren't going, are you? Please answer me.” I hugged Mom, enjoying the warmth we often felt at all times; every day, until now.

But, Mother did not answer. He preferred to smile, then looked at Father who was standing with a warm cup of coffee in his hand.

“We won't go anywhere, Hiro.” Next to me, Dad sat himself down quietly, then placed the cup of coffee on the table in front of us.

Other than that, on the tablecloth there is also a transparent flower vase with water that is quite murky. They may forget to replace it because they are too busy.

Almost fixated on that, this time my gaze returned to Dad. “But, aren't those people ...”

Dad quickly put his index finger in front of his mouth, like asking me to shut up.

“Dad?” muttered.

“Forget all that, Hiro. Don't mind what you hear from them, huh?” Dad's smile calmed me down, then he slowly took the cup back. “Nothing bad will happen to us, just relax.”

After saying that, Dad started to sip his coffee.

At the time, I believed everything they said. But I shouldn't be like that.

I'm so sorry.

⠀

Regardless, since the refreshing shower had ended, I reopened the bathroom door to get out. However, this surprised me a little after Mr. Fujima suddenly stood in front of me.

“Ah, Sato,” he said with his mouth slightly gaping.

“Yes, Mr Fujima?”

“Actually the previous bathroom soap has run out, so I just bought it.” The owner of the restaurant held out a small bag of plastic to me.

“This what?” askaku.

It was a bottle-packed liquid bath soap that I knew of, and that soap was obviously very famous.

“Eh— what?” My gaze widened. The cable connection that was attached to my head was as if it had just re-connected. Then ... don't tell me who's there ..., I'm in my heart.

I glanced back at one of the liquid bottles I had previously used for bathing, it stood proudly on top of the soapy place. So, yes, it should, everyone would understand if it was a soap, as well as me.

“No, Sato, it is shampoo.” Mr. Fujima chuckled while scratching his head.

The corner of my eyes was back on him, with a hint of regret. No more bathing, huh? I murmured in my heart.

Actually using shampoo accidentally on the skin it will not have a bad impact. It's just that, the resulting effect will not be as much as when someone uses soap as in general.

Therefore, next time I have to check every item in this bathroom first, so that the same incident does not happen again in the future.

...💨💨💨...

⠀

There were clothes hanging in the closet. It seems, all of that was Mr. Fujima's when he was young. The owner of the restaurant also allowed me to wear it during my stay here.

One thing I think about is, how lucky I am, roughly.

“Tonight, which one, yes, will I wear?” My gaze was fixed on a set of blue pajamas hanging among several other casual outfits. “My intuition said this,” I said while taking it.

“It turns out it still fits, I didn't expect ...” I mirrored in front of the glass cabinet, while lamenting my height which still looks the same as last year.

If there's more time (later ), maybe I'll swim again.

Suddenly the phone on my bed shook, followed by a distinctive ringtone that could instantly let me know who was making the call.

I immediately picked it up without hesitation and greeted, “Ya, Keira? Looks like you never miss calling me every day."

“Of course, Boss! I want to know your latest news every time.” As usual, from the moment she spoke, Keira seemed to trigger my index finger to immediately end this call as soon as possible.

“Live to the main topic only. I'm tired.”

”Alright, so how are you, Hiro?”

“That's again,” I replied with a sigh. “I'm fine, Keira. Is there nothing else?” This time I turned off the mute feature on the call so that the voice could be heard, even when far from my ears.

In addition, my thumb is now preparing on the red phone icon, waiting for the cue.

“There is a Coke; just relax.”

“What?”

“Tired of sightseeing to—“

The beep sound resounded violently. The conversation ended instantly when my finger accidentally—a little planned, sih—touch the icon.

“Wah, what a pity; I can't hear it. I'm sorry, Keira.” I looked up, then looked at the small wooden table next to me.

“Hmm, I guess it's like it just laid ...”.

In addition to the sleeping lights that have not been turned on and a pile of light magazines, there is a statue of a white mini pony, standing firmly and elegantly. Right now I'm thinking it was Mr. Fujima who put the statue on the table.

Therefore, I unconsciously smiled.

So far, I've been kind of well noticed by him, just like dad.

...💨💨💨...

...See You in the Next Episode :) ...