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39. Apologies

Episode 39's

Apology—

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...~ Hiro Sato ~...

“Ka–kak .. huft ... ftt ...” That arrogant fellow named Miro seemed to have exhausted all of his energy.

It was his own fault for already fighting someone who was not his age.

“What's up, Dik?” Yuna responded cheerfully, not even much different from since the virtual race round began.

“How can I ...”

Yuna took both of her hands off the steering wheel, then did a light hand stretch. “Huh?”

“Why can I lose”—Miro frown on—“Padahat before I never lost. There are still people who are much older than Big Brother used to challenge me.”

“It's your own fault, anyway.”

“Eh?” Miro's comment was quite brief, showing a face of astonishment.

Me and the child beside me were made to wander. We looked at each other, as if our minds were together saying, I swear, dah, this girl is talking what, anyway?

“Yes, it's your fault for underestimating Big Brother from the beginning,” Yuna said. “If you don't do it in the beginning, maybe you will have a chance to win.” The girl looked back at the monitor.

From what I see, now on each of their racing game screens are displayed a series of bot racing car ratings (both compact cars are in the front guard ), and the, Rank—Miro and Yuna also both get A— with bold uppercase prints, and score numbers with a very large number of zeros.

The significant difference is the finish duration of the car they are playing. Miro finished the game with a time of 07.02.58 (like a short cult lecture), while Yuna succeeded with a period of 05.01.01. The span of two minutes clearly explained if the glasses boy was worthy to abdicate and release his arrogant soul.

The best thing that deserves thumbs up this time is Yunalah who came out as the winner.

“Means I lost, yes.” The glasses boy lowered his face, as if he was paying his last respects.

“How? This one brother is good, right?” While the child who was next to me again approached his friend, open-mouthed.

The glasses again lifted his face while saying, “Have been satisfied calling your reinforcements?”

“Ah, I do not ..”

Suddenly Yuna mediates a dispute that has just re-occurred between them. “It's not good if you guys fight because of the game again, so get rid of this.”

I don't know why, but it looks like the glasses are so stupid. “Who's fighting, Brother? We're fine until you guys come.” His gaze suddenly shot at me, making me surprised (even if only a little ).

“Not okay, Miro!” snapped up a boy named Raku. “Last-lately you've started to look cocky. You're much different than before we played here.”

“Hey, it's personal!”

“It's our business, but I'm hard to be alone!”

“Oh, yes? Why do you keep losing anyway? I'm not bragging.” Though from the tone of his speech alone is enough to explain if the child just did it. “If it is a man, play and duel with me again, how?”

Raku tore his head apart, like he was starting to rouse. “Argh, you are so hard to understand, Miro!”

“You're the one that's hard to understand, so don't blame—“

“Enough!” myrag. I patted both of them on the shoulder with a pair of hands. Yuna simply fell silent without giving a defense. “You didn't hear what Yuna said earlier? This is what it means; you are clearly hostile.” This time I raised my voice, trying to encourage their speech to stay close and listen to the things I wanted to say to end this ridiculous conflict.

“Ya, Brother ...” The two children said it together, and the look in their eyes was compactly on me.

The mouth of the glasses again muttered little, as if wanting to go back to defense. However, even though my chest was hot, my neck seemed to be being strangled, and my eyes were also covered with a look of wrath, but I still tried to speak kindly to them.

“Hey, you're his name, Miro, right?” ask him to make sure.

“Ya.”

“Do you know air?” Suddenly I wanted to imply something like this because it was reminded of the ability Yuna had.

“Ya, know.”

“What is it?”

“Do not test me.” The glasses boy looked at me with a glittering look. “Live to the main topic only.”

“As you know, the air has several layers that sustain the peak of this world, like—“

“The bottom line, this ...” Suddenly Yuna interrupted me who was making an analogy. “Know proverbs above the sky there is still sky?” The girl spoke softly.

“Yes, I know that,” replied the glasses boy quickly.

Yuna squatted down while smiling. Every second he spent with such an expression made me smile to myself. It felt like my soul was drifting in a garden of flowers that bloomed in the spring.

“Well, my friend said that when we feel great in something, then do not forget that there are still others who are greater or smarter than us,” he said while stroking the head of the glasses. “That proverb also teaches us to always be humble and not to be arrogant.”

“Really?” The boy did not act up again. Perhaps it was because of the soft words that came out from Yun's mouth that made him tame. I felt that the anology I wanted to convey earlier would have a worse (brutal) impact on her.

“True, therefore, apologize with your friend now,” pinta Yuna.

“Alright, I ..” The glasses boy turned back to Raku. “I'm sorry, Raku. Looks like I've hurt you.”

There was no response, but the mouth of the child being invited to make up was slightly open, like surprised.

“...”

“Raku, do you want to forgive him?” Yuna slowly pulled Raku's pensive hand, then she linked it to Miro's. This seems to be the girl's goal.

“Good ...” Raku finally commented. However, it was short, dense, and vague.

“Well what?” murmuring softly Miro.

Not long ago Raku glanced back at Yuna, like he was making sure what the girl was about to do now was the best solution for their current friendship.

“I forgive you, Miro.” After five seconds, finally the positive sentence came out of his mouth.

“Really?” ask the glasses again. “I just realized now; I'm too evil. I shouldn't have treated you like that, especially ..” He pointed to the steering wheel of the car that vibrated in front of him (because the intro background with the insert Your Coin big again present on the game screen ) with a letoi finger. “We're almost hostile because of this.”

“Nothing, I will still forgive you.”

“Yakin?” The voice of the glasses boy changed, just after his nose had cleared up.

“Because you're my friend, so I believe, kok.” Raku answered calmly. Now he looks wiser than ever.

From here, we (me and Yuna ) looked back at each other, with faces full of pride. Although it was not me who ended their conflict this time, but seeing the two get along again clearly made me happy.

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