Our Voice's
37. Turns out I've Got it Wrong
Chapter 37
Turns out I Misdamaged—
...*****...
...~ Hiro Sato ~...
Feeling resigned and afraid to disturb the score that Yuna had produced in earnest, I got off the stage of the dance game and preferred to pay attention to it well. Who knows after this I can also become like her, even surpassing the ability that the girl showed. However, of course it was just a jest; it was impossible for such an achievement to be achieved with luck and short hard work.
Every time that went by, my mind tended to be reminded of a cute octopus I had found in a picture book of animals as a child. Anyway it's very related. “Does this girl have eight legs?” I murmured with wonder.
Every step of the arrow that the girl was pointing at was always accurate and never wrong. No matter how fast the lights changed and transitioned; as fast as the barrage of arrows on the monitor was moving vertically down, not even that could stop it at all. The girl looks like her goddess of the game.
“Excuse me, young man, you're not playing, are you?”
“Do not hinder. Find other games only there if you do not want to queue.”
“Crazy, crazy— who is he exactly?”
Some people were elbowing and pushing me back slowly. The cheers from them sounded like they were supporting Yuna's performance. I don't know why, but when they suddenly enlivened the rides of the game we were playing together (although it seems now it is only officially played by a single player, namely Yuna herself ), I felt like I was alienated and driven out of this world. My thoughts often hurt my own heart.
“Great wah dia.”
“See there, let's try to come to him.”
“Of course; this is a rare sight. Rarely does a great girl play this game. I know energy and concentration are the principles needed to conquer the game.”
In the place of a fairly deafening shooting game machine, I saw another conversation from a group of basketball players (i can tell because they are still wearing the 'armless jersey) that one of them is still holding the basketball. They were all high up, like a bunch of power poles running. Not long ago those energetic young men gathered in the impromptu crowd that Yuna made.
⠀
“It's done?” I asked Yuna. I don't know why I was a little upset with the people who kicked me out.
“Yes, but why are you so moody?” Yuna occasionally patted the back of her skirt.
“Ah, no really. Maybe it's just your feeling.”
“You hungry?”
“Why suddenly thought there?”
Yuna pushed her body towards me, her smile also widened. “Mau do–ra–ya–ki again?” the god looked up at me.
“No, not nothing.” I went back to being myself; briefly forgetting the events that had passed. “Then, how about the doll?” My voice was so faint that I failed to get the reward for Yuna.
Yuna scratched her hood, like astonishment. “What do you mean?”
“Lho, isn't that what you said?”
“Ticket? Swap it?” Now it was me who felt like a young man who had long settled into a gloomy cave.
Yuna accused the attendant of the place when we bought the coins earlier. “See those gifts?” There are many unique items such as souvenirs and some other things that are lined up neatly in a wide storefront. Not to forget also various kinds of dolls with varied color choices also decorate the gift room.
“By using the ticket obtained as a prize because we have won one or more games that we play, we can collect the ticket to exchange it to the guard officer.” Now Yuna's fingers were really specific pointing at the doll she wanted. “However, we need about 1900 more tickets to get it!” Although Yuna's words sounded snapping, but I felt that she really wanted to get the doll—without exception.
“But don't worry!” Yuna's spirit immediately returned excited. “Because I'm here, so we'll get thousands of those tickets easily!”
“With ease?” ask me while grinning. “You are confident once—“
“Hey, Brother, it's you, isn't it?” Suddenly someone pulled my pants from behind. From his voice that has not been pubescent, I can assume that he is still classified as a child.
I looked up, and my eyes were shocked. “You, instead of ...” Not wrong anymore. He was the boy who used to stay at the top of a tree, and I was the only one there who sympathized to help this little boy lower his pet.
“I didn't expect if we would meet again,” I said kindly.
“Maybe it was because of Richa”— prayerThe boy turned to—“because Big Brother saved him, now he continues to miss you, you know, Kak.”
“I–itu ..” There was no other expression I could express other than gawking. Yuna also showed the same reaction as me, or rather our thoughts seemed to tumble together due to the overflowing shock.
It turns out that he is not only showing off the latest capsule model backpack that has been trending lately, but in it—the front of the bag is transparent and displays all the contents of the goods contained such as stationery and art beads half fail—there is also the Persian cat. He was sleeping curled up, and maybe his snoring will sound very tight if the zipper of the bag is slightly open.
“I'm also grateful to see him again,” I said.
“True, right?”
“Again what are you doing here? Isn't learning more important?” I just realized that I was acting like a father. Married never.
“Yes, we also have to have fun, you guys are too, right?” The boy's gaze shone on us both. “So it doesn't seem to matter.”
“That's right, Hiro, you're a bad dad!” grunts Yuna.
Hey, just so you know, Yuna; I'm young like you, you know! my mind was about to blaspheme, but I could still hold it for a moment. “Why do you really think of me like that, Yuna?” I sighed, lamenting the ridiculous slander that was holding me back at this moment.
“It's okay, anyway, I just want to prank you.” Yuna broke down along with the little boy. Now they are really like a pair of mothers and children who love each other, or arguably similar to the strongest slander that is real. It was like I had read a story identical to him, and this would take place when the last day of the apocalypse arrived, roughly so.
I pulled Yuna's hand, trying to take her somewhere else and was about to say goodbye to the little guy. “Alright, then happy playing. We also have business for—“
“Tu–wait a minute! We're not done talking, brother!”
As his voice boomed in my ear, I reflexively twisted my neck, and my gaze returned to the boy.
...*****...
...... Connect ......
...Our Voice © 1 St Original Works...
