Our Voice's
49. My View is Very Foolish
Episode 49's
My View Very Very Iseng—
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...~ Hiro Sato ~...
“What are those people doing?” I'm cramming my question.
Yuna glanced back at me after her eyes circled around looking at the bus. “From earlier times, the inhabitants of the earth were often selfish.”
Are you not a citizen of the earth? Again a question that is not weighted crosswise over my heart.
“Often cutting down trees, dumping all the garbage they have scattered on land into the high seas, racing to build skyscrapers, and eliminating living ecosystems of animals and plants ..” Slowly Yuna lowered her head. “... it's only natural if this happens.”
“Yes, I get it, anyway, it's true.” But what does that have to do? I couldn't catch a single conclusion from what Yuna said, so I went back to asking, “Then?”
“Natural figure seems to have just complained to God, and in the end, it really brought disaster on our earth.”
“You mean, this hurricane?”
“That's what I thought.”
“Eh?”
“Ya, it is so.” Yuna slightly shifted, then placed her shopping bag beside her, separating a very close distance between the two of us. “I always thought that the world was getting closer to destruction because of our own actions.”
If God had ordered that, I would have believed it.
Humans today, or maybe from a few generations back have greatly exceeded the limit. They continue to exploit the wealth of nature available without leaving a shred of what is needed by animals and plants that in fact are also the same as us.
They are also living beings. We need something that is not so different from us.
“I also believe that,” I said.
“Ya, right?” Yuna placed both of her palms on top of her thighs.
From earlier, ever since that girl spoke to me, I have never shifted a single bit of my gaze to other things.
Even though one of the small air conditioners perched on the glass of the bus next to me it hit me gently in the face, but the coldness was as if nothing compared to the coolness produced when sitting close to Yuna.
What I mean here is a different, very, very close closeness.
Besides, I just realized that this time she was wearing a blue channel dress. It tends to surprise me with the color of her eyes and the hooded jacket she is wearing right now.
Everything was blue; it was as blue as the clear sky that ran through the sky at the time when summer was anchored.
I was so grateful, after realizing that Yuna was my first friend in this city.
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Because the night had come, the sunlight dissolved into the endless darkness. The wind coming from the south also did not end up hitting the other side of the city.
The bus slowly slowed down, stopping dramatically in front of the bus stop where we first talked to each other.
Very nostalgic, right?
“Ah, tiredness.” Yuna raised both of her hands, like stretching.
Suddenly I wanted to yawn. However, I diverted it while saying, “... a–aku also.” Not even conscious, my eyes were a little watery.
“Then, we're done, right?” Yuna held up the shopping bag containing her cute teddy bear at chest level. “Thank you, yes, for helping me get it. Anyway, I love this gift.”
“Eh, wait!”
“What?”
Before I continued that sentence, my phone soon went off. I hope it's not Keira, because she called me earlier today.
(For the record, I often wake up at times like that, somehow )
I asked Yuna for permission to lift her up, and she just gave a small nod. Now I turn around and bring my phone to my ear, taking a breath.
“Tumben twice a day, Keira. What's up?” my many.
“Uwaw, he finally answered me like a friend. How are you, buddy?”
Naturally, that's natural. It was because Yuna had just praised my efforts. Now my heart is flying into the seventh heaven, so for what reason should I complain to you?
“I'm fine, as usual.”
“What?” my many.
When I was looking at Yuna, I knew she was sitting at the bus stop, looking at the shining moon on the top of space. He was very innocent, with a hood that was finally removed from his face after we walked for almost a full day. The white hair was also swaying due to the gentle breeze blowing.
Oh, naw. Even without having to drink sake, I became a drunk.
”Hiro? Hiro's? Woi!”
“Ah, Kirana. What's up?” Because I stared at him for too long, I forgot that there was one of my friends I was talking to.
”He's near you again, right?”
“Ti–no,” refute me.
”You think I didn't hear it?”
Here I am a little surprised. What's he hearing? my question is in my heart. From then on, my voice was silent. “Listen what, Keira?”
Maybe, a ghost ...?
“Your breath.”
“What's with it?” As I snapped at Keira, Yuna was suddenly startled and shouted a little.
“Ah, forgive me,” I explained to Yuna, while looking at her.
“Ti–it's okay, Hiro, continue.”
“Tell me what, Goddamn it? You're with him, right?”*
I didn't realize Keira had just bullied me with her bullshit. If it's like this, what happens next is a big stage in the style of Keira.
“It's his birthday, right?” tanyakanya.
“Iya, earlier I also told you.”
"Don't be silly, yeah. What did you give him?"
After he asked that, I remembered the tote bag containing the gift I still held tightly in my left hand. The music box was only about 450 yen. In fact, I have brought 2500 Yen (the remaining allowance given by Brother Morikawa ) and 4500 Yen from Pak Fujima for free. Who knows the price of the gift I want to buy beyond my expectations.
However, it turns out not to be like that.
Mercifully.
“I, hmm, not too expensive, anyway, but—”
“Oh, son, yes? You just made the same kid—”
Bip—It seems that tonight I will not say Thank you for calling me to Keira, because my finger reflexively touched the red button with the X icon on the call screen.
Why, huh? I wonder why I did that.
How strange.
“Sorry because it's been a long time keeping you waiting, Yuna.” I turned back to him, smiling.
“Nothing,” says Yuna. “He was ... It seems like really your best friend, huh?” ask her while giggling small.
“Ya, but she's a little annoying.” I swiped my upper and lower teeth with my mouth closed, thinking of the ridiculous thing that my friend had just said.
What do you think, he? wonder in my heart. I don't understand anymore with Keira's sometimes great way of thinking, and vice versa.
It can be the same, depending on the situation.
“Maclum only, friendship seems to be like that.” Yuna stood up again, then lifted the shopping bag that she had previously also placed on the bus waiting bench three meters wide.
“You're right.”
“So, how?” Yuna asked back.
“What?”
“We're done, right, today?”
“Eh, not yet,” I replied with a little nervousness.
“Before?” Yuna shakes her neck with a look of wonder.
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...See You in the Next Episode :) ...
