Our Voice's
6. Reverberating In My Heart
...Chapters 6...
...—Bergema In My Heart—...
...(.( Hiro Sato's)...
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Ramen is not finished. However, thanks to curiosity after returning to see the hooded girl, my hand reflexively placed this 900 Yen on a small tray made of metal.
“Thank you so much for the food,” I said to the owner of the restaurant.
“But your food, don't want to be wrapped?” He rushed to me.
This makes me feel a little bad. Especially when he saw his smile that faded when he saw the rest of the ramen bowl. Therefore I changed my mind, and hoped that the girl had not gone far from the restaurant when this guy wrapped her up.
“If possible, I want this food ...”
“Alright, wait a minute!” As if already knowing what I was about to say, the man excitedly lifted my ramen, then placed it on the tray. Now he rushed back to the kitchen.
I let out my breath. “Ah, the girl ...” While waiting for him, I pulled up my chair and sat back down. “... was that time just my feeling?”
My eyes went back to monitoring the restaurant terrace.
Out there, the layers of the road are very hollow. As far as I know, or since going to this place, not a single vehicle has passed by. Though traffic lights always flicker according to their rhythm, such as carrying out eternal tasks. The glass of the restaurant flanking the entrance of the restaurant also looks like a double theater screen.
Besides, regarding the organization that saved me earlier, I forgot to say goodbye to Kak Aina and the big one. When I walked out of Chairman Morikawa's office, they looked still asleep on the table with slightly disgusting facial expressions. It is impossible to wake both.
Chairman Morikawa also seemed to have forgotten to tell me; about what tasks they were actually running, standing for what things, or what mission vision their organization held. Nevertheless, all the curiosity that I threw away a long time ago was, as if moving and coming back. The form of regret is always like this.
“This is it, yours ...” The owner of the restaurant returned from his place. However, he held out something that surprised me.
“Awhile, sorry. I don't order anymore—“
“Accept only, no shame.” Again the man smiled. “You can't eat foods whose taste has been reduced, so just consider this a bonus.”
The thing that kept me from thinking was that he gave me a whole pack of ramen.
This is beyond a doubt.
For that I gulped, as if I did not believe him. Though I had just intended to throw away the rest of my ramen, but with the kindness of this man, it felt like I had just done something wrong.
“Thank you again for the food. Me, will not forget your kindness.” I bowed before him.
“Other times don't leave your food. You won't know if how many people out there need it,”.
The restaurant owner's advice seemed to echo and knock my heart out, accompanied by his warm smile.
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I reached into the cell phone in my pants pocket; saw the clock on the top right that had shown at three in the morning. Not to forget also, two battery sticks were left on my phone, and drowsiness tried to carry in the dark. However, I kept walking across the quiet crossroads.
"It turns out I lost her again" I muttered tiredly. “Eh, but this, instead of ...”
This is where yesterday my last point ran when that rowdy policewoman—Kak Aina— chased me. At that time, at the end of the sidewalk that was about to turn, I hit the big one.
So tragic.
Is the change in air just a coincidence? I hesitated, I thought, after seeing the 150 CM long street chair next to me. The girl in the hood was sitting there.
“A–apa?”
I was shocked when a car honked its horn loudly behind me.
As the car passed me, I muttered, "Do you mind seeing a road user walking on the sidewalk?" while looking at him with a cursed feeling.
But I calmed myself back. Maybe he also had an unexpected problem, who knows.
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Next I walked back and turned from the ornamental plants at the end of the sidewalk.
“My body started shivering ...” I stopped back. The morning breeze that was blowing around him right now was indeed very cold, and it made me think of taking out something warm from the bag.
“Shortly, briefly ... and ..” Finally I found out, my hand reached for a fur jacket made of sheepskin.
It was the most memorable gift from both my parents, at my eleventh birthday.
After wearing it, I remembered the slightly open zipper. Therefore, I crouched down while putting the bag on the sidewalk, then checked all my remaining equipment.
“... who is right?” Not wrong anymore, my prasangkaku turned out to be right.
Someone stole my wafer box.
Bhak!
A man in black glasses with mohawk hair; a red skull tattoo attached to both his hands—like pride, and a silver chain bracelet coiled tightly around his neck had just catapulted his punch straight into my face.
Instantly the blow knocked me down, and I reflexively shouted, "What exactly is your problem?" My cheekbones are vibrating—sick spreads quickly.
It seems like this person is under the influence of alcohol.
“Listen snot boy; I just got my girl cut off!” he shouted loudly, deafening my ears. “So I want to vent all this to you; show everything, quick!”
Shakiness began to spread all over my legs, but he—“No, please, don't ...” I tried to plead as he glanced at my ramen parcel.
"Well, is this your food? It must have been delicious, yeah ...." The man then lifted it up, then threw the ramen into the air with a footwork that seemed to be preparing to do something.
“Eat this, Damn it!” He kicked it, making the ramen instantly scatter across the three-foot-high roadblock.
“Why do you .. not hear me?”
I can't fight him. That tattooed man must be stronger than me, and I am just a young man without magic power. This was not the fantasy world that the children were talking about often, but rather the bitter reality.
“Listen, don't come near me anymore; or you'll die, rancid boy!” threateningly, even though so far it is the one that has just shaken my peace.
Real dumb.
For a moment, the man grinned widely. "The base is weak," he murmured.
After all that had passed, he finally walked away from me, without looking. Not long after, the man also took out a cigarette, then lit it.
Maybe he thought if nothing really happened this time.
This city really .... My food, be it the wafer box or the ramen, is all gone.
I held my cheek. The pulsation felt increasingly violent. A bruise began to shake my spirit, and I continued to stare intently at the person without blinking a single bit.
Not long after, he disappeared from the turn.
“Sorry, but I failed to enjoy your ramen again.” If the restaurant owner saw that the food had just been thrown, then I don't know how it feels right now. “My place is not here, I have to find another.”
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It seemed, the journey in this city would be coming to an end.
I sat in the cold, quiet stop seat, and enjoyed the view of the sun slowly peering out from behind the clouds.
I don't know why, but hunger suddenly muttered through my stomach. That fact is indisputable when considering that half a serving of ramen early the previous day has entered to meet the nutrition of my body.
“Sickness, that person why, anyway?” I growled because I did not think.
Over time, this cut on the cheek feels even more painful. Worse yet, my eyes were no longer open. The sleepy Eve tried to send me to another world.
However, I'll keep him there until the bus arrives.
If it's not wrong, I can.
Not only money, I remember when Brother Morikawa earlier gave me some grip. “I think I can read it.” I took out the newspaper scroll from the bag, then slowly stretched it out.
On the main page, the title of the article reads Alien Invasion of the 1000 Doors that Emerge Around the World. It tells how the monsters that humans named them as aliens managed to occupy the earth with thousands of magic portals.
Since it's quite fun, then I turn the page again. "Woah, this ...."
Now there's a Bunch of Dwarves Kidnapping the King's Pumpkin. When I lived it, the fantasy that this story produced was so felt, that it made me laugh so much.
“Yeah, is this a newspaper? This is not ...” My laughter is uncontrollable. However, all of that stopped when I saw the strange title.
It seems like this one looks like a real experience made by the author.
"Interesting." I started reading it seriously, like getting carried away.
The title read The Legend of the Wind-Controlling Girl and Their Secrets.
Indeed, every sentence contained in it emphasizes if this story is like a living reality. I don't know how much the publisher paid them to develop the concept, but it's very ...
“You don't seem to look okay.” Someone suddenly asked me for a dialogue, very close, and his voice was as soft as wool.
My eyes were still fixed on the newspaper.
However, when I decided to look up, the sunlight then shone and highlighted his face covered by a hood.
Unexpectedly, but right now, the girl was in front of me.
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...Seriate...
