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32. Waiting for Yuna

Chapter 32

Waiting for Yuna (I )—

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Testimony A: Akemi Honda (18 ), Freelancer, Satsumi City.

I don't know how to start. However, the situation at ten in the morning was like being in a dream. No one can explain the phenomenon, not even the government has yet to respond to what is happening in the city.

Really, I still have to really find work. I am a graduate of Ha-Go University with cum laude. That means I'm an achievement, right? But the truth is not so. The world is so cruel, more than what people imagine, what else when they are just born to this place that gives this pain.

Sorry if I told you one of my hundred life experiences. If we go back to the cool breeze that blew in the blazing spring just now, I doubt even someone from the weather watchers will be able to comment on this allegation.

At least that's what I think.

Testimony B: Akio Watanabe (14 ), Junior High School Student, Satsumi City.

As you know, I live on the edge of town. Living among the many skyscrapers, and my humble home stands there.

I still have a father, and my mother is a cheater. Actually mother is not entirely so; she just wants to cope with our falling economic condition, and that's what she's doing right now—seeking a living as a night woman. Sacrificing self-esteem is very bad. I had reminded her many times, but she was always blabbering in front of me: about the complicated adult life.

Back more. This is the twenty-eightth time I've caught my mother. No great checks happened, considering that dad is indeed a typical guy who is extra patient. At that time, my father took me outside and told me to forget about school which will start at seven in the morning.

In the open air, the air feels very cool. The sun was sharp as usual. I was used to the warmth of a healthy morning, and it would provide a good benefit to the state of my body that was only fed twice a day. However, something has happened.

That day, we knew it was almost noon. However, I feel the heat temperature has reduced drastically. It felt, an unusual wave of wind descended from the top of the sky, then grabbed us who were sitting on the garden chairs gently. The wind blows from all directions. It was like an attack by a transparent blunt sword that was thrown at us, and it didn't hurt. I also didn't know how to explain it, but father suddenly just smiled for no reason.

Long story short, when we got back home, mom was waiting for us. She cried loudly; hugged both of us, and expressed regret for what the woman had done to the father.

Furthermore, the embrace full of novelty was not over. Outside the door of the house, I saw my father looking up at the sky. He looked grateful, as if the wind was the one who solved our family problems.

Testimony C: Kana Ito (25 ), Office worker, Narumi City.

I wonder why they had to cover me up in this town, when, in fact, it was there.

Not much I know, but I have friends there. His name is Kudo Kenji. He was a man who never gave up on working hard. Now the man can be said to be successful. Having a pair of expensive cars that are only sold on a limited basis is what makes me able to say.

It's just that, lately we are not in touch with each other because of the busyness. However, back then, he called me with a feeling of pleasure, as if a lump of gold had just been dropped from the top layer of the sky.

The point is that Kudo said that his city is often hit by wind pressure that is so strange. Though he said, it was almost noon, so it was impossible to feel the coolness when the sun was burning great.

However, just as he was about to hang up his phone, Kudo said something strange again. This has never happened before. I didn't think he had that courage.

I accept his love, and we will juxtapose our feelings in a moment.

Testimony D: Damenjo Sitepu (21 ), Storywriter, Satsumi City.

After thinking about it for quite a while, now I know the perfect ending to the story I'm writing.

From the experience of a legendary writer who once told me, if we run out of ideas to write, then leave the pen and come out for a while. I'll do it now too.

I walked quickly through a few not-so-high building blocks. They were close to each other, like soldiers doing a marching action. Not long after, my steps came to a halt when I saw an eight-level construction. There are many workers hanging on the sides of the unglazed building. It also appears that an unmanned gondola was carrying several packages of cement to the roof of the building.

It makes me understand more. Writing a story is not something to be done in a hurry. It took a long process and time; just as the construction workers did. Just by looking at it like that has made a series of ideas perch in my head. Hurrying to go home now is the best decision.

In front of the house, my hand was about to push the doorknob in. However, I felt that something had run right through me. It looks transparent, it's very soothing, and I'm sure it's the wind. However, what is this? It's very different than usual. I don't understand why I smile at all, but right now, my head is getting full of brilliant ideas, and this hand is really asking me to go back to writing it (before it goes away).

Well, actually some of what I'm telling you is my personal experience, except for that wind. Therefore, hopefully the winds will not have a bad impact in the future.

I expected a lot.

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Even though it is still morning, it seems like the largest supermarket in the city will always be crowded, considering the prices of its products are very cheap. It is possible that the place deserves an award as the most popular market in the world.

After shopping there, somehow my spine hurt. Though this was nothing compared to me carrying that backpack while wandering through the dark cities.

I wiped my sweat, they grew thickly around my forehead. “Yuna is a long time ago; she can't go home, right?” grumbling.

I am alone in the kitchen. Earlier, on our way back, Yuna said that she was going to buy something. Because it would be a little long, so he asked me to go home alone, and wait for him to come back.

Things that were beyond my estimation had also just happened. Suddenly, the restaurant closed today. The reason is because Mr. Fujima currently wants to spend time with his son— full day. He was going home the next morning, and bravely the man left his place of business to a child he had just known not long ago—about about a month. But, just calm down. I will definitely keep this place as much as I can.

A promise is a promise.

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