Our Voice's
56. Five Minutes Later
...Chapter 56...
...—Five Minutes Then—...
...(.( Fujima Aoba )...
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“So, toh.” My mother got up from her seat, then walked up to the bookshelf full of books she and Mirai had read. Then the old woman again put the book she had read back in her position as before.
“Hmm, Aoba—“ Not finished yet she finished her sentence, Mother coughed loudly, and it kind of made me anxious.
“Sleep, it's night, Mom,” I said.
“A minute. There are some things I still want to ask you.”
“About what?”
Mother again walked closer to the sofa, then sat with legs crossed. “About the boy,” he said. “Can you trust him?”
“Hiro?” I think he was talking about the young man.
“Yes, dia.”
It was only natural that his gaze turned doubtful, because it was not uncommon for me to always leave my only place of business to the child.
“Take it easy. Hiro is a weak, timid, and nervous child when he is required to ask first,” I said with a faint smile.
My mother then confirmed her slanted glasses, then returned to laugh at me with a look for lies. Apparently, not long after he smiled while loosening his shawl.
“Then it is so thank goodness.”
“Not without reason I want to pick it up like that.”
“Get him? Your words seem cruel, Aoba.”
Then, what other words are appropriate to describe the occurrence of a young man who wants to ask for a job, but the owner can not grant the request because of age problems.
“Ya, more or less like that.”
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Five minutes later, there was no talk around us. Silent and silent in a living room filled with warmth.
Mother is seen covering her mouth with her palm, then closed as if echoing the sounds of the end of life today. He was clearly yawning from drowsiness.
“It looks like I want to sleep,” he said while standing up. In an instant I saw his slightly trembling body.
Maybe he was exhausted after mowing the lawn all over his yard this morning.
“I first, yes, Aoba. Remember bedtime, okay?” The last sentence he said reminded me of Arata.
“Ah, i...”
I wanted to do the same thing with her, like choosing to stay still and running to the bedroom to spend a sleepless night. However, I have always been an exemplary child since my school ended, and there is no way such things can be done.
Because my thoughts were changing everywhere, Mother suddenly patted me gently on the shoulder.
“Aoba,” call it.
I just lifted my face and showed an expression as if I was asking, “What else?”
“The future you were referring to was actually when you met Mirai again, right?”
I was shocked when he found out the intent behind the sentence I explained to him earlier. Do all those old ladies still have a sound mind and mind?
“Ya, that is, more or less.” Unable to dodge, I nodded while scratching my itchy cheek.
Now the old woman is really holding both of my shoulders. Over time, it felt as if it was getting heavier, as if I was being pulled down by the gravitational field of this world.
No answer from me. What happened next would only make me speechless, to the point that Mother left me speechless.
However, what he said about never getting bored was the fact.
“In front of you, in front of your eyes it ...” Mother let go of her grip, then held one of her index fingers between my eyes. Not long after the fingers came down and gently touched my chest. “... There are still your two children who must be given the future. You still have a future without Mirai though.”
As always, here's what I'm going to say.
“I know it.”
“Don't like this continue, yes, Aoba. Have the spirit to live. “
“I know.”
“Don't you see how excited your two children are to live even with the small fights that often occur between them? Didn't you learn from those two, Aoba?”
“Ya, I know it.” The motivation is enough to burn my spirit. However, somehow it only happened until I returned to the restaurant.
“And one more, I'll add something you've never told you.” Suddenly she hugged me, so tight that it made me cry.
This time I really wanted to hear what he had never said.
“Do not sacrifice your distant future for the future you are living in now, or you will truly regret it at the end of your life, Aoba,” he said in a soft voice.
However, I accidentally heard the old woman's little cry.
So from him, I decided to return Mom's embrace more tightly.
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This kind of situation has never happened before.
His words this time really made my whole body tremble, almost exactly like the remnants of life that Mother had to live until she returned home.
I am currently on the second floor of the house. My room with Arata separated by a bathroom without a bathtub—specialized to urinate only. In addition, Arumi and my mother slept in the same room because my little girl was so afraid of the dark.
Mother's last words still cross tightly in my head, like a kite floating in the blue sky the size of a tennis table.
“Do not sacrifice your future ...” I repeated a small part of his words.
Outside the window, there were many old cans and food parcels scattered on all sides of the road, and it was not uncommon for the trash to enter our yard. In addition, the trees that grow with strong roots are also many who fell due to the boisterous wind that gets stronger. The air pressure is always spreading roars that have the potential to trigger fear for anyone who hears it.
Of course, all these phenomena do not occur without a cause. It all came back to the girl; someone willing to carry the curse as a wind-bending girl until her age was over.
By the way, I haven't told you who Mirai—my wife really is.
If that's what you think, then the truth is.
My wife was previously also one of them—a wind-controlling girl.
Obtaining such a curse was not easy, and none of them could last more than ten years. Mirai was only able to live it for six years. That's all he said was great.
“Huh, this!”
The smallest part of my brain forces me to remember the events of the moments before Mirai left.
Back then, it was very hard, and I just got home from the restaurant we had built together since graduating high school.
That day was a big blow for me.
I. .. lost my wife on her birthday which was supposed to start with happiness.
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...Seriate...
