Our Voice's

60. The Restaurant Owner

...Chapters 60...

...—Come Owner Restaurant—...

...(.( Hiro Sato's)...

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“I don't see the Chairman,” I said as I circulated the view, once again to ensure its existence.

“Oh, I ..” Ryuji looked up, his face like he was looking at his memory left at night. “... true too, surely it's him.”

“Chairman Suguha? Where is he now?” asked Kak Aina, with a curiosity that was as high as mine.

“Before midnight he left this place.”

“Is he there anything to be done?”

“Yes, I don't really remember, anyway, because at that time I was drunk heavily.” Next the big man broke down, sipping a bottle of wine that he held in his right hand.

Brother Aina shook her head. “Duh, talking to this is sometimes difficult,” he said.

“Maybe he has other business.” I expressed my opinion, after realizing something.

“Eh, true too. There must be some more things that Chairman Suguha.” wants to do Aina nodded slowly, followed by Ryuji next to her. “She really is a busy woman who could have made her die if she did not know when she should rest.”

Usually, the busyness of someone with a higher rank will certainly be more dense, and it is commonplace if at any time Chairman Morikawa disappeared from the circulation of his assembled members.

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It is now eight o'clock in the morning, and in less than twenty minutes, Mr. Fujima will return home. The sunny days are ready to wait outside, can't wait to see our routine return to normal, for example helping the restaurant owner cook or anything useful he thinks.

Now Aina and Ryuji's sister are preparing to say goodbye. The two of them had been on the doorstep of the restaurant with a rowdy cop attached to their organization's sorority.

“So you guys will be back to work again?” ask me with a hand that still holds the doorknob of the restaurant so as not to close.

Aina looked at me as she raised her index finger next to her chest. Not long ago his smile widened and the sparkle of sunlight that highlighted behind him was as if it looked like the final film scene of a sad farewell.

“Yes, managing traffic, helping people in trouble, or saving a cat that rises to the top of a tree, that's our side task even though it doesn't fit the vision of the organization's mission that Chairman Suguha said.”

“So so, yes.”

“True, we did all this to make her happy, and hopefully ... Chairman Suguha can go back to living his life as before, and forget something that once befell his dark memory.” Ryuji's sister added it with an unusual expression.

There was no laughing, no joke, or anything that could be considered a joke. The big man, or Kak Aina— they both hope if Chairman Suguha can quickly recover from his mental condition.

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In order to make sure there were no stubborn stains left on the floor surface of the restaurant, I decided to mop it back with all my strength.

It's exhausting, but also very fun.

More precisely, it is these things that can make me more disciplined, and perhaps these little habits will help in the future.

It seems.

The door of the restaurant opened wide, someone came over while pulling his not-so-big suitcase bag. It turned out to be Mr. Fujima, and he came within the hours I expected.

At 08.20.

“What situation here is fine?” Mr. Fujima pulled out one of the chairs, then sat down by dropping his ass. He looks a little tired.

“Safe and under control, really, sir. Leave it to me!” I gripped it with joy.

Although the main purpose of the party failed, but I am very happy because Mr. Fujima did not see the total chaos behind the scenes of this restaurant before.

“But, welcome back Mr. Fujima, it's good to see you again,” I said with a smile.

Mr. Fujima nodded in satisfaction, but not for long a strange look flashed across his face.

“Lho, box ...” Mr. Fujima then frowned, his eyes glanced at many things. “... have all gone home?”

“Quickly.”

“Yes, maybe they are like that.”

Since Mr. Fujima is back here, there seems to be one thing I want to ask him.

“Anu, Mr Fujima?” My voice went up and down as I said it, like someone who was unstable.

“Ya?” The owner of the restaurant raised his head again, then he stood up while putting one of his hands on the handle of the suitcase.

“What is Morikawa Chair ...”

“Dia, why?”

“Chairman Morikawa, is he your friend?” I was full of doubt.

“Eh, he hasn't told you?”

“But.” I shook my head while closed.

“Actually we do know each other. But, I'm not too close to him, anyway.”

“Means he—“

“That suguha, she is one of my wife's closest students.”

When Mr. Fujima said that, something big, wide and invisible like he just slapped me hard. The fact about one of his wife's students that makes me jolted great, and it was also very similar to the incident that Kak Aina told me.

“Mu–student wife a–anda?” The structure of my sentence began to fall apart, it was difficult to define what question I should be asking from my narrow mind.

“Ya.” The short answer, as if containing millions of meanings implied and sitting in line in a secret garden located at the end of space.

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We are both in the kitchen. Mr. Fujima prepared the ingredients he would use to cook tomorrow, while I tried to do something else that I found useful.

In addition, there were some things I also wanted to ask him, if it wasn't too much trouble to answer.

“Pak Fujima.” My voice did not seem to be conveyed by the wind, considering we were doing a special routine in a different place.

“I hear you, Hiro, just say.”

Oh, his hearing was still fine, I underestimated him. Such is my opinion in heart about the owner of the restaurant today, quite positive and rarely close to the opposite.

“If I asked you something more about your wife, would you answer everything?” my many.

“It depends on your question,” he said with a convincing tone pattern.

The green light has been turned on, meaning I have the right to express my question without having to go through the nervous phase.

“Do you believe about the myth of the wind-controlling girl? The story was quite popular among the organizations that Chairman Suguha built.”

Mr. Fujima suddenly closed the tap water in his sink, then turned to look at me.

“So you already know the legend, huh?” The restaurant owner put some of his raw chicken back in a plastic package.

Next he walked to the three-door refrigerator, which was the tallest object in the kitchen, opened it, and placed the plastic package full of chicken meat on the top floor of the refrigerator.

“Not answered?” Mr. Fujima looked back at me who knew it was daydreaming.

“Yes, I know that information from Chairman Morikawa's newspaper scroll, anyway. I think it's just an artificial story that can entertain the public, so, hahaha ..”

Suddenly Mr. Fujima walked up to me, then he held my shoulders tightly and said, “Never say that in front of me again, do you understand?”

His words, his tone, his hot gasps and the level of seriousness that the restaurant owner had never shown made my entire body shudder and almost numb.

Means, maybe not him too ...

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...Seriate...