PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

THE SEASON 4 Part 26. Gaijin

"You're all right?" The next morning at eight he was at my door after sending me a message asking me how I was. I saw it with all the thoughts I had in mind.

"Well, I'm just tired. You're not joining the others? I'm just getting ready for a minute."

"I can wait for you."

"Come in, I'll be ready for a minute." I hadn't finished drying my hair in the bathroom and I let her sit on the sofa inside. I only wear a pink blouse and comfortable 7/8 pants for today. My glasses accompanied me.

Cutting myself in the mirror, his words yesterday still reflected. Ridiculous, why am I thinking so much like this just because of one ambiguous word that might mean nothing.

Shiori, she didn't mean anything. Just feel responsible for hurting you, and you're his favorite daughter's mentor. Just that, many times I repeated that sentence in my mind from last night.

My brain thought of logical things, but my heart wished that there would be sakura petals coming down around me. Hanami is coming soon, it's been seven years in a row in Tokyo as usual it's just a sakura festival for me.

Seeing the couple spending their time under the tumbling petals of cherry blossoms, I sometimes somehow prayed under the cluster of sakura Richard decided to work in Tokyo, but season after season passed without anything happening, while I was only concerned with Father and Mother, sometimes my brother could return to Tokyo to celebrate Hanami.

I put that thought into overdrive and got out of the bathroom.

"Let's go." This time he was wearing t-shirts and casual shirts, looking younger, his bushy hair was a bit messy, what it felt like to touch his hair and my mind could not take my eyes off who wanted to look at him longer.

"Is something wrong?" Maybe he asked me why I was looking at him so.

"I'm just waking up in a moment Hanami, .. Your shirt has a picture of sakura." I'm raving it myself. Never mind, let's go." I turned my back, took my little bag. My face's hot. How could I look at him so.

"Sayuri was worried about you, I said you weren't good this morning. He'll pick us up at the airport." I came out first hoping he wouldn't catch my hot face.

"I'm doing fine. Why do you have to tell her."

"She happened to call me this morning, so I told you. You know him, he's your number one defender." I smiled, yes maybe the one who has brought us closer is Sayuri.

"If you want to go home you can come." Suddenly he said something, which astonished me a bit. "Sayuri, I'm glad you came." Invitation to the house, he said it himself. These two days he was acting a bit strange. Sayuri's happy, maybe, but is she happy too.

"I don't want to bother you."

"You're not interrupting. He often bothers you at home. You can come to our house anytime. I wouldn't consider that a nuisance." He tried a lot for his daughter.

"Yes, maybe later." I smile. How could I have intentionally come there. It doesn't feel right. Like chasing something, coming home is too personal for me.

Being in the elevator then feels awkward. I pounded myself and only dared to stare at the end of my own shoes. It's a ridiculous feeling.

"You're so quiet? Are you sure you're okay?" She noticed me in the elevator making me even more awkward.

"I'm doing fine. There's just a little work bothering me." His excessive attention was interfering with my mind.

Walking out after the elevator opened, I walked ahead feeling free from this strange awkwardness.

"Sorry I'm late, I greet everyone, Mr. Akada and Kenichi who have been there first.

"What's wrong, he said you were exhausted yesterday, we inevitably have to respect the banquet, I'm actually a bit old to face such a long event. But Kenichi's still excited." Everyone laughs.

"Shiori-san, are you all right?"

"Here, already excited for breakfast." I smile.

"So Ryohei-san was already here, but she went upstairs to check on you, she felt guilty about your situation until now." Kenichi.

"I'm just tired actually, it's been rare lately but yesterday our event did not stop all day. Ryohei-san is too good."

"Shiori, she's right, go get your breakfast. We had breakfast, we had coffee."

I left the table. Go to the buffet area to get my breakfast. While the others chatted again. A handsome Caucasian man looks confused, with an Asian breakfast menu.

"A lot, how am I supposed to take this?" He speaks French.

"It's porridge, it's the condiment, if you don't like porridge you can take fried rice, or fried noodles there, the condiment over there, that's Vietnamese breakfast next door."

"Ahhh you speak French? Nice surprise, can you explain the various condiments of this porridge? What's this mixed up, what's it?"

I am happy to explain to him. He thinks I took some porridge stuffing that he likes and explained some of the dimsums that were there.

"Ohh so you stirred it?"

"If you like to be stirred, I stir it so that it all tastes the same. Like this, it's soy sauce, if you feel less salty you can add it."

"so apparently. Thank you, there was someone who served here, I wanted to try it but I don't know how, after all my England is a bit limited. You're very helpful..." I also returned a sweet smile with a smile.

"Your name is Miss, I want to thank you but I don't know your name."

"Call me Shiori."

"Miss Shiori, as pretty as her name." I smiled broadly. "thank you. Me and my friends over there, would you like to join?" He pointed at a table with several men and women.

"Ahh no I was with my friends there. Thank you." Thank you."

"You're done? Is there anything to help bring?" Suddenly Ryohei appeared beside me.

"No. Just porridge."

"Then I come back, thank you very much Miss Shiori. " He smiled at me, I waved at him.

"Who is that? Your buddy?" Ryohei asked.

"No, he just wanted to try the porridge but didn't know how to stuff it."

"I think your friend, you look really friendly to him. Ohh I forgot you do like Gaijin (an outsider). What does the word mean? I like Gaijin?

"I explained the condiment of porridge to him. Why do I like Gaijin?" He looked at me who was furrowing eyebrows with his words.

"Forget my words just now." He canceled his own words.

"You want to get some porridge?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?" Surprisingly, he seemed confused by my question.

"Taking the dimsum." He came up with the idea after seeing a pile of dimsum baskets.

"Oh." He just left later. I wonder why he bothered to turn here.

Is it possible she? He asked me who the man I was talking to was. Does he sort of don't want me to move to another table? She's jealous I talked to that guy?

I'm getting rid of that illogical thought. Cannot be. It's up to what he thinks. Why am I even thinking about it.

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