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45. I'm Sure That Happened

Episode 45's

I'm Sure That Happened—

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“I also want, dong, aided,” pinta by cheering Raku after seeing our sweet victory.

“Come to here.” Miro asks him to come closer.

Looks like their friendship this time is getting better. I'm so happy to see it.

“Begini, look at me, yes.” The glasses boy twirled his hand, like he was going to compose words so that he could explain how to move the claw well to his friend.

I like his confidence.

At the sight of their tight-knit cohesiveness, the only young man who had been my friend all along came back to my mind.

Hiro-lah, name.

The first time I saw him was when the young man was running around without direction because of being chased by a woman his name, Kak Aina, was, and now that I know him though not near— who is dressed like a policewoman (i doubt if he really works as a police officer ).

I don't understand at all.

What the hell is going on? Or maybe the curse is broken like a system bug in complicated programming? (this is all I know about the world of technology) Why can Hiro see the blue wind? A question that no one has ever answered; even if I dare to ask everyone who lives on this earth.

Maybe if that was the case, I could freely accept it.

So far, that young man has also kept my secret tight. There was absolutely nothing he said about the things I asked him to keep secret while we were gathering together.

That's what made me accept Hiro, it's still weird.

All this time I had no intention of being friends with anyone. Brother Aina, Brother Ryuji, and Kak Suzuki who look thin and thin and behelpful to me are only vague. They still look less convincing.

It's not that I don't want to do what people usually do like make friends at the beginning of the school year, laugh while eating together in a cafe, or play mahjong which is said to be quite fun.

I just don't want it to happen again, something I never want to see again. Even if I could, I would like to bury all those dark memories deeply in the core of the earth forever.

Unconsciously, Raku tugged at my jacket sleeve.

“Sister, sis!”

I turned my gaze to her and said, “Ya?”

“We both managed to get it!”

Now Raku and Miro both have a doll they love, and both have tried hard to stamp it from the Minnie machine.

Great spirit for an age that hasn't touched twilight.

“Can we play again?” pinta Miro to me. Who forbids them to play? This bespectacled child who was once arrogant is sometimes very funny.

“Please,” I'm saying.

“Asyik, come again, Raku!”

“Gas!” sahut Raku while punching the air.

I can't stop smiling.

Something is in my mind. Can I be friends with Hiro to this extent?

Maybe, if I could, I'd like more of that.

Although there are a lot of problems I'm dealing with, but I didn't tell Hiro at all. In fact, the young man who often spoke about the complexity of the life he was living today. It was quite heavy, just hearing it was enough to make my chest feel tight.

But lately something has changed for me. Maybe it was also because of him.

I'm not too sure, but the evidence is very strong.

Sometimes sitting together with Hiro makes me feel more relieved, being close to him also does not cause any discomfort like the girls in general. Really, I don't think about love at all, but that's what I'm feeling right now.

There is no feeling so attached to being with her, or stalling any longer. Hiro is just my best friend in the remnants of life that I still need to live, until the time comes.

“Kok so hard, anyway, play,” protest Raku to Miro while banging slowly glass machine Minnie using his fist.

“Patience, Raku, we just need to be patient; same as before.”

When Hiro helped me from a bag thief, his body was completely torn after being beaten in the face, and I knew that he had trouble standing at the time.

However, Hiro tried to get up and show his determination to save us. His hard work has also yielded results. The young man again managed to put up a fight, to the point that the thief was desperate and pulled out his weapon—flap knife which is very dangerous when fought with his bare hands.

I very rarely cry, even when Grandma's death arrives I can still hold it freely. Is that a sign that my heart is frozen, empty, and empty? Not sure, but if people do agree to it, then I will definitely nod.

However, when the thief almost stabbed Hiro, somehow my tears flowed profusely. Since I could not stand what I saw anymore, I rubbed my eyes and closed my eyes, and all of a sudden I was able to use the ability of the wind-controlling girl who said she could put people to sleep from the storybook I had read in the city library.

Turns out it's not a myth, it's real.

Although after that I fainted, but I am grateful that Hiro survived the incident.

“Gilaa!” screeched Raku, and it instantly regained my senses.

“Finally he managed to stamp the doll itself, Kak.” Miro confirmed that fact by raising her thumb.

Both of them also look to do high five with enthusiasm.

I spread my smile, then stroked their heads and said, “Congratulations, yes. You guys made it again.”

They just nodded, then something I never thought happened.

Raku and Miro hugged me without me noticing. This is bad, I thought.

“Sister, is Brother sick?” The glasses began to express their opinions.

“Eh, why ask like that?”

“Soalya Brother is cold once, sih.” Miro looked up at me with a worried face.

“Yes, why did you play here if you are not healthy anymore?” overwrite Raku with an expression that wasn't much different.

For all I know, lying to kids their age is going to be very easy, like kicking a ball into an unguarded goal. So instead of getting worse, I had to do it again.

“Kak really want to play here lately. But you see, right? Brother is fine,” I said with a smile.

Raku started commenting, “True too, anyway, but right ...”

Slowly, I pushed their bodies to keep me away, then I crouched down while saying, “Trust Big Brother, okay?” I knowingly said that.

“OK ...” The two children answered me compactly, anxious faces that were disturbed also stopped from them.

I am fine, but my mind has been troubled to this day.

Lately I've been thinking, always, especially with what Kak Suzuki said away the day when we—aku and Hiro— were inside the headquarters of their organization (to date I do not know what the name is. Weird, right? There is absolutely no signboard, pamphlet, or any identity that explains such a thing there)

At that time, the man said if, ”I don't know how it ends, but you two will face something big, and maybe only you can do it.”

What came out of his mouth sounded serious, to the point that I asked Hiro about it again as he drove me back to the station. The young man said that if he did not believe the statement, so did I.

However, all those beliefs seemed to fade when I returned to my residence.

I was standing in front of a rowed rent that extended like a motel, and I just happened to be standing in front of my own room (because of the beads and art crisps that were clinging and crimping at the door, this makes the background of the front of my room the most frenetic when compared to other occupant rooms ).

I pushed the doorknob open, then I walked into the room, not forgetting to say hello.

No one answered. I wouldn't be afraid if Grandma would put me down.

I don't know if this is an injustice or what, but only my room has no hot water. I did not take a shower, but just washed my face in front of the mirror while lamenting how my life's fate would be in the future.

Sometimes a fresh breeze fills and blows quietly across the entire length of the bathroom, but there is no hole that allows for that much air pressure to get into it. Yes, of course it was a blue colored wind that came out from my own body.

These curses sometimes don't follow my orders to stay calm.

It was moments like that that made my faith waver. I feel like what Suzuki said would really happen.

All my pessimistic thoughts sprang up one by one like: What if it comes true? or We shouldn't be friends or wouldn't be able to do it together. In essence, all those who agreed to say if Hiro and I will fail to face it, contrary to the end of the sentence—and maybe only you can do it— that Kak Suzuki ever said.

“Then, we say goodbye first, Brother.” Raku blinked one eye, and suddenly his cat named Richa was nongol from the top of the bag that the boy was wearing on his back, with an open zipper.

“Meoong ...” The adorable cat seemed to express his gratitude for being willing to accompany his master in this place.

“Thank you, Brother.”

“We go first ...”

The two children left me running, and laughter from them was still heard even vaguely. It will be a happy day for their childhood, I thought.

Since thinking about the words of Kak Suzuki, the days that passed after me began to feel different.

Often I was anxious, having trouble sleeping, but my eye bags were not as heavy as Hiro's, for some reason. Every night I spent before bed—besides praying—is a simple line of words ringing in my head.

Actually, there are many more things I have to do, and I don't want to end this fast.

When will they know it? When will my secret be revealed? How much longer do I have to wear a jacket so that no one there might come to this town and notice me? Really very exhausting.

When I told Hiro that I was cold if I didn't wear that jacket, it was a lie; it wasn't like that at all.

I also want to know how calm and peaceful it is in this vast world, just like Hiro who is looking for the meaning of his life.

No matter what comes in the future, how cruel I will be to be treated later with the test, or whoever will start it; I made up my mind to protect the young man.

But who will protect me?

It never seemed to me, and it seemed as if it was betraying myself for worrying about others more.

Later, when my day of despair really came, this time alone, I wished that someone would save me.

Because if I don't, I won't be able to fight it myself.

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