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44. Dolls II Capit Machine
Episode 44
II— Doll Capit Machine
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...~ Yuna Aoki ~...
The young man was very persistent. Since then, he has never stopped struggling to reach one of the many dolls in the machine. I'm not sure the guy's luck is good enough, the problem is that it's all in plain sight.
This was his 28th attempt. If the total remaining coins plus the coins I just bought in the previous counter amounted to four reeds, then the total of our lives would be 44. Then, there were 16 more times left before we came home from this place. However, of course, the 1900 tickets must have been collected, and I was definitely able to get the doll from the legal gift exchange.
“Can I change?” I'm sorry, but I want to play too, you know.
Hiro looked at me lethargic, he looked like he was already on the edge. “Alright, here-here ...” He swiftly shifted his body, then I could see something different from him.
That was a shock, really.
The young man's eye bags were quite thick. I'm worried that he's been sleeping less lately.
I don't know why, but I watch it constantly. Naturally, because he was my friend; the only one who would try to understand the grievances I felt at this moment.
As I was about to touch the control button that moved the claw machine, Hiro said, “Eh, Yuna!” Suddenly he became healthy.
“Why?”
“Can I leave you for a moment?”
I was worried when he said that. Why, huh? “You, want ... where to ..” I was nervous saying that.
“Looks” —Hiro scratches his head fine—“I want to buy something.”
“Something? What like?” I hope he's not disappointed in me for being too chatty.
“Yes, maybe just look around. Something I want to buy anyway.”
“But later here again, right?”
“What kind of question is it?” Hiro was like a jerk. Is asking the opposite sex unethical? “Of course I'll be here again, just for a little while, kok.” His very calm look seemed to be trying to convince me.
“Alright, I will wait for you while playing this.” I pointed at Minnie's machine using my index finger, and my gaze remained focused on her.
“See you later,” he said as he walked away from me.
“Also ..”.
The footsteps of the young man slowly left me.
Wh why? Wh why? Why am I not calm, huh?
Is it because I'm used to being with him? Wherever we went, past the supermarket and into it, chatting together in the park while enjoying the view of the sky with the accompaniment of parrot chirping, sitting and having lunch together at Pak Fujima's restaurant, and also there are many other things that are even too much if they have to be revealed.
We have only met for a month. We've only been friends for a lifetime of corn—there's not even a quarter of it. Why do I feel comfortable talking to him?
“Kakak?” A voice called me. When I looked to the right and vice versa, I did not find anyone who wanted to start talking to me.
Are there ghosts in this place? They can also play game machines with various types of genres in it? It would be fun if I challenged one of them.
“Sister, that girl, right?” The sound turned out to be real. Not a ghost, or a supernatural figure I was thinking about, but someone alive, of course, yes.
After turning my gaze back to the right and slightly demeaning it, there was a pair of children who were no strangers to me.
They are Raku and Miro— both of the children we had reconciled with due to their minor infighting.
I cleared my throat, then smiled at them as I said, “How is it playing? Is that fun?” My question refers to the actions of the wars that they did in the previous ball bath rides. May they be aware.
“Stupid basis!” chirps Miro next to him.
“I am nanya, you know.”
“This brother saw us play in the ball bath with his friend. Uh, anu, who, yes, his friend's name was ...”
“Hiro.” Before I say it, this child named Raku precedes my intentions. It seems he is very agile if required to participate in a smart quiz carefully.
“Well, they both saw us, Raku,” Miro explained.
“Oh, so.” Raku's response was so short.
“By the way, you guys haven't come home?” I crouched down while holding both of their shoulders, not forgetting the smile I used to attach to anyone I met.
“Au—“
“We'll be home soon, Brother!” Suddenly Miro interrupted his friend's words. The sound was very fast and firm, but I could see his slightly vibrating tongue and his non-silent hand. Maybe there's something they're hiding from me?
But who cares about him? I think that maybe these kids still want to play here again, but I'm afraid I'm yelling at them both to get home and meet their parents again.
That's not possible for me to do. I am a girl who can understand with typical children who still want to play according to their age. Therefore I said, “Still want to play again, yes?” ask me while giggling.
“Se–actually .. Yes.”
“Ya, Brother, we ... still have a lot of coins.”
Finally they both came out. This will definitely feel peaceful. Even all adults and young people would agree with this statement.
“Then, want to play with Brother?”
“Main what?” asked Raku while widening his eyes.
“Nih.” I put my palm on the glass part of Minnie—the doll— claw machine that made Hiro almost lose his life expectancy (i dare say this because his face had shown such an aura ).
“Wah, can, can!” Since Miro stepped her legs forward, I slowly shifted my body next door to give her space.
“You try?”
“Of course!” sahutya cheerful.
“May you lose, Miro,” grumbled Raku. From his gaze as if to imply if he also wants to play the doll's claw machine.
Miro showed no reaction but to smile. Then, the bespectacled boy inserted the coins he had into the hole of the machine, then after the indicator light that was in the engine control panel turned green, the, the child with his spirit moves the pace of the claw in an irregular direction.
He was not trained at all.
“Sini, let Brother ajarin.” I pushed back my body forward, adjacent to Miro and took over half of her control.
“Sorry, Brother,” the answer is innocent.
“Not what.”
I placed my palm over the palm of Miro's hand which was holding the control button to move the claw. It felt quite damp and sweaty, but I didn't really care about it.
After Miro tells the doll which one she wants to take, I immediately help her to direct the claw to the edge of the glass (which just so happens to be the one the boy wants to be sitting comfortably there ).
Me and the glasses boy together shouted, “Yes!” because it has successfully stamped and dropped the doll winnie the pooh to the only hole in the Minnie machine.
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