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7. Confession Doesn't Make Sense

...Chapters 7...

...—Acknowledgement Doesn't Make Sense—...

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

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“Not ... I, fine.” My pain disappeared after looking back at the girl.

“Good from where, anyway, the wound on your cheek was very ...“ His fingers were about to touch my cheek, but I brushed it off slowly out of nervousness.

"I don't .. I don't feel pain" I argue.

Before, I thought the hooded girl would never be seen again. However, now he was even present before me, and his face was like anxious from seeing my messy self.

“That time too, you're the one who sat there yesterday, right?” Because I was still curious about him, I immediately directed our conversation on the topic as much as possible, we had not even gotten acquainted.

“Of course. I saw you," he said. “I'd like to approach you, but ... yes ....” The sunlight shone subtly on the girl's face as she opened her hood.

“Um, ah ... it ..” I'm nervous, and I feel like I want to shut down. "Are you ...." The angel?

That girl is so sweet. It had wavy white hair, a bronze lock that was inferred with a necklace and hung around its neck, as well as plain white LED shoes that lit up when the rest of the night darkness was about to leave.

“Is there anything?” tanyakanya.

I want to say it. However, as he sat beside me, this rhythm of heart beat increasingly irregular.

“Anu, se–it seems, something strange as I ran past you yesterday,” my light.

“ada the weird?”

“I ... also do not know.”

The girl leaned her body. “Can you please don't make me curious?” This closeness feels uncomfortable.

However, somehow I want this to last longer—gawat, my mind starts to get messed up.

"The time I spent with you felt very different" I said, trying to convince her. "Hmm, how is it, but I'm not sure ...." It was so hard to explain, no logic could justify it.

The girl then raised her eyebrows. “What's it like?” He became interested in my conversation, this was unexpected.

“I, also do not know it ...”

“Huft, you don't know much, huh?” The girl sighed. The gust of air that came out seemed to convey his complaint to me who was minimal in this knowledge. “Then, besides, what are you reading?” Even so, he smiled back.

I accidentally yawned, then I put both my hands in my mouth to cover it up. “About ... Legend of the Wind Controller Girl,“ I said.

“You believe that?” The girl glanced at my newspaper.

"Huh?" After that, not long did the wind smoothly blow past us. The coolness resulting from the pressure of the air seemed to knock on the door of my heart and begged to answer his question.

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I stared at the bus stop with transparent glass standing behind us; the highway began to fill with vehicles from various directions; people packed with suitcases walk past where we sit—rutinities as well as high densities give rise to the relativity of life. This time, I put my eyes back on the paper.

Not long after, I smiled faintly and said, “It's unlikely to happen. After all this is just a fictitious story, right.” I rolled back the paper and put it in the bag.

“I also thought so,” said the girl, while observing her two palms, like permeating something. “But there's no harm, right? If some of them believe it.”

“Huh?” I don't understand at all.

“It's okay.” The girl's expression turned cheerful.

“Now you make me curious.” I narrowed my eyes, as if he had just replied to my actions.

Suddenly, he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. It was a soft dorayaki cake packed in a neat transparent plastic treat. My mouth started to water after seeing it.

“I know. You just lost something, so this is for you.” The girl stretched out her cake to me directly.

Is this God's reward for my patience? my thinking. “Why, you, can ..?”

“Don't be too thoughtful,” he said, as he chuckled. “Accept only, no shame.” Then the girl put her dorayakinya on my hand.

“Truly, nih? I mean ...”

“Or want me to take it again?” His smile turned mischievous, and his hands seemed to be trying to snatch the cake back.

“Thank you very much; I am really hungry right now!” After saying it out loud, I now look more like a starving monster.

"See it?" Impulsively, I stopped devouring the cake, then turned back to her.

“Actually .. I am that wind-controlling girl. You want to see it?” ask again.

Did he just imitate my preposterous words earlier?

“We live in the real world. Please be aware," I replied with a sigh.

“Alright, what if I change your view on that one?” He smiled, but that expression seemed to be used against me.

“Cannot exist.” I refocused on dorayaki. Each side of his gentleness seemed to carry me soaring into the air, along with a fresh breeze that flew around the city in time of peace.

“You will definitely believe it, kok.” The girl stood up, her eyes turned sharp.

Seeing her so serious gaze made me speechless, even I was not finished with this one bite.

“Sorry. It's just that I wanted to show you, because only you're aware of it. So, please listen to me.”

Slowly, the tension between us melted down, after which she revealed her sweet smile.

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"Alright, I have to wait again until the time comes," I said in a lazy tone.

Before arriving at this park, I took the time to go to a pharmacy to buy plaster. However, the bruise on my cheek must be treated immediately.

Because of the girl's will, I decided to stay for a while in this city.

In addition, from the way he spoke, how he seduced me, and also his beauty, some of the factors that made me give in and follow his request to wait.

"Satsumi City."

After some time passed, I just found out his name.

This time I stood while looking at a group of birds that perched in the grass area of the park. Their heads turned to each other in turn, like they were talking in incomprehensible language.

Above the sky, a little higher, there is a layer of clouds that move with faster currents, such as being chasing deadlines. The reflection of sunlight glittered; its light spread out and illuminated the skyscrapers that filled the city.

While here, I just took a sip of a bottle of cola I bought from the vending machine at the heart of this park.

“That girl actually held me,” muttered me while looking at the moisture that condensed and formed drops of water on the outside of the cola. It fell down freely.

However, not long ago someone patted me on the shoulder, and his voice was very confident.

“While enjoying the morning?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, it seems so, but you—” I'm a little surprised.

It was the restaurant owner who happened to be here, with his apron decorated with tomato stains on some parts of his body.

“I didn't expect if we would meet again,” he said, with a warm smile. “Then, introduce. My name is Aoba Fujima, and as you know .. I'm a quiet restaurant owner.” Mr. Fujima extended his hand forward.

“I Hiro Sato, glad to see you back.” I shook Mr. Fujima's hand. “If you can know, what are you doing here?”

“Actually I just want to get around. You are not enough customers who come at this time, haha,”, he said while out loud.

It shouldn't be like that. Is Mr Fujima trying to amuse himself? I don't know for sure, but he's a tough guy.

“Do you like going to this place? I mean, yeah, every morning, I guess?”

“Depends, but every day of the week I definitely always come here, anyway.”

“So so.”

“Only our restaurant is currently in a difficult time. So, instead of thinking about it too much and stressing out, we better take the time to calm down,”, Mr. Fujima said as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “Am I right?”

I agree, I thought.

His words are not wrong, because that is what is called business. Not a few people who think too much about their failure in the middle of the process that is running, and end up with severe depression.

So for Mr. Fujima himself, he gradually motivated me to survive, and I am grateful for it.

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...Seriate...