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41. The Words of My Old Friend

Episode 41

Said My Old Friend Dulu—

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...~ Hiro Sato ~...

“Huh, you are.” Yuna crouched down, then flipped over the contents of the grocery bag until all the ticket rolls we had collected were scattered. “Why don't you tidy it up again, Hiro?”

Umm, how, huh? Maybe males kali? I argue with myself in my heart.

“Let's play again please tidy up first before put in, yes, Hiro?” Yuna nodded at me.

“Ba–well, forgive me.”

“As usual, your apology accepted.”

“Padahan only once,” mumbled.

“What did you say?” Yuna looked up at me. His face looks even more grim.

Maybe I didn't realize I was just saying the wrong thing? Oh, right; how senile I am. That small mutter of course triggered him to such an extent.

“Nothing.”

Yuna ignored my words and re-folded the remaining one after another from the ticket reels that were still scattered. I'm not lying. When he saw it, the girl arranged everything very neatly.

Are all women like this? my question is in my heart.

After all the ticket rolls were rearranged well, the girl re-entered them slowly into our shopping bag. It took about three minutes, until he finally stood up again while carrying the bag.

“Can you help me again?”

I replied, “Ya?” Very short, but that was the short response I could give her.

Yuna widened her eyes while hissing in annoyance. “Hmph!”

“Ke–why, anyway?” my many.

There was no response, the girl just stretched out her shopping bag again to me. This, anyway, turns out. Say dong daritadi. I protested in my heart, hoping that the girl could guess the lines implied in my mind, this time alone.

“Ok find ...,” I replied kindly.

After the grocery bag returned to my grasp, Yuna immediately walked away. Then, I could hear a little bit of a piece of his sentence muttering, “Basic insensitive men.”

Since he was already a little away from me, my mouth reflexively said, “He is still angry? I've apologized.”

Little things like this then forced me to justify a statement I had heard from a friend (not Keira ) as a child. He said if a woman is angry, it will be a long time, even if your death has arrived before your eyes.

Now I realize that his words are true, very sad.

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Yuna walked quickly, as if intending to leave me.

Thirty minutes passed, and he had already played three or four more games available in this game station. I wonder why he's still mad at me, considering we never spoke again. All right, in the future, I will definitely tidy up something (whatever the item is ), before it goes into the bag or something.

“Yuna, are you still angry?” I began the conversation again, trying to break the stillness that had strengthened between us, over time.

“Who said I was angry?” The girl did reply to him, but did not turn her head at all, and her gaze was fully fixed on the game machine that was the Animal Kaiser.

It was a game with a flashy look, a variety of monsters that had some kind of power level (i had absolutely no idea what this one was about), and most importantly, a variety of monsters that had some kind of power level, they were assigned to attack each other. Right now Yuna is using a golden lion character that has a thick mane or hair around their neck and head, against a giant scorpion that has two terrible poisonous tails.

Logically, an animal such as a scorpion will definitely lose if the opponent is a lion. The lion will certainly tear it first, before the venomous animal injects it can cause pain, tingling, and even swelling. However, if the scorpion is that big, then there is no normal animal in the world that can fight it.

Now Yuna is getting engrossed in her game, as if drifting in the happiness of a world that only remains for a while.

“Silence, you!” Yuna's clasping voice sounded gloomy, instead of realizing that she would lose to the scorpion.

“Yeah, it actually lost.” I teased her while being loud.

Yuna who had previously sat quietly while controlling some complicated buttons on the surface of the panel that jutted forward immediately stood up, then turned her body to me.

“Yes, I actually lost, nih. Already satisfied his laugh?”

“No, I didn't mean ...”

Maybe this is the second time for Yuna to lose her own game, after a while ago she said that she had never lost.

However, before I finished my sentence, the girl went back and turned. He completely ignored me indiscriminately.

I do want this conversation to continue, but it doesn't have to end like this, does it?

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Girls when they're angry are really terrible, huh? light in the heart.

I was trying to find Yuna around the game station. A lot of people my age walk around and switch on one game machine to another with very fast deadlines. They all look very optimistic and actively collect a series of tickets by playing all out. Naturally, because with that too they can get a gift, like what we are doing in this place.

“That's it!” I said after seeing the bright spot.

The girl was seen walking while looking for something near the officer in charge of exchanging gifts. I think he wanted to ask me something, but was ashamed to say it.

“Yuna?”

“Ya?” He answered me casually, like there was nothing before.

“Sedang looking for something?”

“Ya.”

“What are you looking for?”

Yuna widened her mouth and formed the letter O, her gaze looking up, like she was thinking of something. “Machine ...”

“Machine?” my many.

“... capit ..”

“Capit?” Hold still. Why am I spelling out his words? wonder in my heart.

“... doll.” The series of three words that came out of his mouth formed an unexpected sentence: The doll claw machine.

“You want to play it?”

“I've said it, why should I repeat?” The girl is still in a sensitive state. I was mistaken.

“OK, wait a minute,” I said.

“For what?” I ignored his words and approached the officer guarding behind the display case.

Keep in mind, I will definitely be nervous if I start the conversation early against my opponent. However, this time it was different, as if there was a force that was brushing my fear away into space. Is it possible that this is an act of God having pity on me that Yuna could have laughed at again because of this ingrained weakness? I think it is.

I called him and said, “Excuse me, Ma'am.” The officer was a woman. He uses a cap with a ps stick logo and a control remote wrapped in a shiny golden circle, and uses a blue oblong shirt suit in his pocket that also has the hat logo.

“There can I help?” The young mother then turned to me, after counting some coins that she seemed like she was going to give to a child who had just made a payment. “But please wait a minute, yes,”.

“Good.”

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