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52. Who Also Wants It?
...Chapter 52...
...—Who Also Wants It?—...
...(.( Hiro Sato's)...
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Unbeknownst to me, it turned out that the surprise party that Brother Aina was planning was far from what I expected.
It's very festive. Too bad to fail.
“Yuna sick?”
“That's how,” I said to Sister Aina.
Me, Brother Aina, and Sister Ryuki, the three of us sat at one of the tables in the middle of the restaurant's dining room. Around us there were many people in rowdy police uniforms complete with black sticks attached to belts. I still don't understand the future of this organization
“By a month has met, but the girl has been sick many times.” Brother Aina dropped her eyes on the table, staring at the glass handle of the bell that contained refreshing orange juice. The cold ice vapor inside was slowly rising into the air.
“What a pity the fate of the little girl,” added Kak Ryuji, with a gaze that is not much different from the woman.
“Ya, so ...”
It's hard to make excuses for sudden lying, but here's what to do. Rather than telling the truth about ‘wind’ wall and some other absurd things about Yuna, it is better to cover it with classic reasons that are easily accepted by every human heart.
Not long Brother Aina glanced at me “But, she came home alone?”
“Iya, she asked for it.”
“You stupid?”
“Why?”
The woman hit the table with both hands, then got up and turned around while turning her back on me and Ryuji. In addition, his index finger pointed towards the television that was displaying a broadcast, and some members of the organization were watching it intently.
“Woi, look! That was the broadcast again.”
“They are always present everywhere yes.”
“It looks like this typhoon is really serious. I got scared out of this place until it was all over.”
The reporter on the live news broadcast then began to raise his voice.
‘”Diliput from the Meteorological Agency of Satsumi City, the phenomenon of hurricanes located on the southern side of the city's typhoon is rumored to be getting out of control. Be kind to people all over the city to stay calm and not panic. It is strongly emphasized to be indoors for a while until the situation can return to normal. Thanks for the attention.”’
The broadcast then changed to an advertisement of a girl who was pedaling a bicycle on a city street while sucking candy in her hand. It didn't matter at all, but strangely enough, the look on everyone's faces became happy again.
“Have seen, right?” Brother Aina turned to me again, as if emphasizing if my attitude of leaving Yuna was wrong.
“I know it.”
‘Yes, I know it!’ I am firm in my heart.
Who wants that too? I certainly didn't want to leave him either. However, it was that girl who asked me so, to the point that she shed tears.
Maybe he's worried about me who's not a ‘Youth Wind Controller’.
“You're careless once, Hiro.” Ryuji's brother shook his head while closed.
I just sighed. Really, I have absolutely no idea whether my previous decision of leaving Yuna will be good or otherwise.
Let fate rule all of that behind the scenes, and I who is just this ordinary man can only beg and pray to God.
“Hey, hey, all of you!” Someone was screaming behind us.
I don't know why his voice is unfamiliar to my ears.
“What's wrong with you? Why panic so?” The only person sitting at our table and the first to see her was Aina, followed by Ryuji and I who both turned their heads.
I've guessed. He is the only cook in this strange organization—si stirrup who always whines in front of Kak Aina.
The stirrup came in haste, sweat falling from the tip of his sharp hair. However, he accidentally fell and toppled because someone who was sitting next to him was interrupting his legs at the wrong time.
“Can't relax, yes, so the result is.” Ryuji shrugged his shoulders with both hands from the cold floor of the restaurant. “What's up, Suzuki?”
“Anu, the!”
Now I'm worried that that part of the table's surface will part with the retaining pole that supports it below. Really, don't let that happen.
“It, the ... Brother Morikawa ..”
“Chairman Morikawa?”
“Ya!” The behel was mangut-mangut, like fear after hearing Kak Ryuji repeat the name of the female leader of this organization.
“Then, why?” asked Aina with a lazy tone.
“Anu—“
Behind the stirrup, someone he feared was real behind him. Perhaps that was what brought his sentence to a halt, after realizing that figure.
“Why are you so scared, Suzuki?” That really is Brother Morikawa. His grinning smile was enough to change the atmosphere around this table to become even more gloomy.
“Eh, Brother Morikawa?” Sweat drenched the bohel's face, like the intensity of rainwater that grew thicker at the end of the season.
“Already, go and join your friends there.” The leader of the organization wagged his palm, with a faint smile.
“Alright, goodbye!”
The half-dead Behel shuddered and then raised his hand above his head, as if to pay his respects. Not long he turned around while stomping one foot to the floor, then walked like a reserve soldier.
“He's why, anyway?”
“Newly this time I saw it that scared.”
I who was just silent to see the talk of Kak Aina and Kak Ryuji also thought of other things about the stirrup.
If it must be added, even the stirrup had cried only with Kak Aina's guyonan when in the kitchen before. This person's heart must have been very soft; as soft as silk that had accidentally fallen into a dirty puddle of water.
“Hei, Chairman,” said Kak Ryuji.
“Ya?”
“What did you do to him?”
“Not too bad.”
“Masa, anyway?” Aina commented in a tone of disbelief.
“Yes, not too bad.” Chairman Morikawa's face looked like it was trying to convince them, but it seemed like it was less—or rather it was far below average.
“Means really bad.” Quickly Aina concluded.
“Your subject, deh, Aina.” The leader of the organization put his index finger on his temple. “But, Hiro ...” Suddenly he called my name. What else does he want?”
“Yes, Brother?” askaku.
His mouth had already formed the letter O, then he tightened it again without cause.
“Where is your girlfriend?” tanyakanya.
“Pacar? I don't have.” yet
Meanwhile, Chairman Morikawa looked up at the ceiling of the restaurant. He then muttered with a strange hum, then finally said, “Yuna, right your girlfriend.”
“Not!”
“True!”
Aina and Ryuji's sister both overcame my rejection at the same time, and it made my face turn red.
“Oh, I thought it was your girlfriend, yes, the thing ...” Chief Morikawa elbowed my arm a few times. “... You guys are very close, you know, if viewed carefully.”
“Anyone who has eyes will definitely consider it so,” Kak Aina said.
“Agreement, Gan,” added Kak Ryuji.
If so, maybe the child named Riku and Miro post in ‘mall’ was also thinking the same thing.
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...Seriate...
