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28. Just like Mom

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...Hiro Sato's...

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“Di ... where, yes?” I wanted to answer it, but something inexplicable was holding back my speech. Hiro, what if Yuna finds out that she's sleeping in a boy's room? Is this gonna be okay? Another voice in my heart as if it were protesting.

“You are in Hiro's room, take it easy,” said Mr. Fujima, putting his hand in his pocket.

The situation suddenly turned silent, and not a single person here returned to his voice after the restaurant owner spoke. I don't know why, but not for long my face turned pale.

Mr. Fujima's smile turned grinning. “Alright, I stay first; please continue what you want to do, Hiro,” he said, pushing the doorknob.

My cheeks slowly turned red. “Not so, Sir!” The rant that came out of my mouth never stopped judging him. Next to what Mr. Fujima just said, I very well know what he means—that will never happen.

But not long after he disappeared. Now we're all that's left, just the two of us in the room. It makes my heart beat faster than usual.

“Yes, just ignore the words, Yuna. Mr. Fujima is a bit sad if it has not been able to get many customers, haha ..”.

“But I slept in your room, you know, this is very unethical.” Yuna was about to push her blanket.

“No, this is okay. You can be here first until your condition recovers,” I said, in a hurry. “I can be at the bottom while helping Mr. Fujima, yes, it has become our habit these past few days.”

“Hmm, fine .. if I have got your permission.” The girl lay back down, accompanied by a smile. For a moment, it cooled my heart.

“Formal once.”

“Huh?”

“Ah, forget that. I just quoted it from someone.”

Yuna looked unhappy to hear it, she just kept forcing me to tell her. “Who?”

“Kak Morikawa,” I replied, sighing.

“Who is he?”

“One of the people in that strange organization.”

“So what is she there?”

I widen my eyes. Will a sick girl increase her curiosity? “He's chairman.”

“What chairman?”

Meanwhile, I went back to thinking that this conversation would never end. Because as far as I know, Yuna still has to rest. Now I decided to end it.

“Listen, you haven't eaten yet, right?”—My finger points to the tray on the table—“Pak Fujima already made it for you, so I guess it's still warm.”

After a full five seconds of walking, Yuna's gaze could not escape from the porridge. However, not long after, the look in his eyes returned to me, with a red hue slowly arising on both of his cheeks.

“Please bribe me,” murmured, with spoiled.

It felt like a flash of lightning had just pierced my heart, and instantly it made me lose the ability to refute it. Yuna lost her mind? I muttered inwardly, and at this moment my smile could not be controlled.

“A–what are you sure of? I–ini ..”

Yuna slowly put herself on the back of the mattress, while straightening her body. Not long after, the girl opened her mouth, as if waiting for me to shovel this porridge onto her.

“Alright, just think of it like what mom used to do to me.” I stood up to grab that porridge.

“One time ...” Shutting up, Yuna complained to me.

“Open your mouth.”

“Ya.” Yuna sounded optimistic, and what she felt this time was definitely much different from me.

I started shoveling the porridge into Yuna's mouth.

“Hmm ...” The girl scrunched her forehead.

Oh yeah, it's still hot; I forgot, my God! my thinking. “What feels hot, Yuna?” I stirred the porridge again, faster.

“Ya, but this is very tasty.” Yuna finally opened her eyes.

As she glanced at me, the smile seemed to show that her condition was getting better.

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“Halo again, Mr Hiro, how are your grandfathers today?” Keira returned to have a conversation with me. That sounds annoying, as usual.

I held my voice to stay normal. ”This evening is very calm, the air is cool, and no wild animals attack.” In fact, I secretly raised my middle finger in my pocket, because it felt like the air in this restaurant was getting hotter.

If I can, maybe I should drag Yuna next to me. Who knows, this problem could be solved with him.

“So I'm more curious, Boss.” The evil laughter has begun. “How is your heart condition?”

He was indeed very good at igniting emotions, and it made my patience have been on the edge. “Yes, she's fine, thanks for calling me, Keira.” I ended the death call, then dropped it right on top of the lap bucket.

Take it easy, I made sure. There's no water in there.

“Are you guys hostile?” When he asked me, Mr. Fujima was seen mopping the floor. I could see the sweat pouring out and wetting his forehead.

“No, we are friends with each other, it's just that sometimes he makes me tired,” I replied, shaking my head.

Just as I was about to put my phone back in my jeans pocket, I could hear the sound of the shaking from the revolving stairs of the restaurant. It turned out to be Yuna; she had returned as she was.

“Oh, are you okay?” Mr. Fujima ahead of my moment, it's a little disappointing.

“Of course, thank you for letting me be here for a while.” Yuna bowed in front of Pak Fujima. “And thank you for doing such things to me, Hiro.” When his face turned red, I felt gloomy auras all around us. It was clearly from the owner of the restaurant.

“Hiro? I was just kidding, you know, you didn't do it, did you?” Mr. Fujima shook my body; now I am shaking violently.

“No, no, it looks like you misrespected; that's not what Yuna meant,” I replied, with a slight smile.

“But ...” Yuna looked back at Mr. Fujima, her eyes twinkling. “... did you make the porridge earlier?” tanyanya, with a proud tone.

At first Mr. Fujima looked like he was surprised, but, not for long, he responded with a smile. “Ya, right,” he added, while chuckling.

“Really, that was delicious. Your restaurant is really great.” Yuna praised him again.

“There's another tap, anyway ...” Mr. Fujima then closed his lips, then charged at me. “Actually, the recipe came from him.”

Yuna's gaze widened, like not believing the reality that had just been conveyed to her. “Eh? What?”

Because I could not avoid it, I was forced to admit it. “Iya, haha .. I told him how to make that porridge.”

Actually I want to keep that a secret. How could a sixteen-year-old patronize a restaurant chef who was used to burning in the kitchen? It would be bad for his image.

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