The Journalist

Part 71: We Are Separated Again

We knew each other once. Ever looked at each other. Ever looking for each other. Ever found each other. Ever shared with each other. Ever looked at each other in silence. Ever worried about each other. Ever protect each other. And either way.I, you, and we have conquered many obstacles together. Hey, Mina-chan, is it possible that we're only limited ever?

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I was running amok, trying to free myself from them. Overstretched nurses are forced to inject tranquilizers. I finally returned to lying helplessly on the hospital bed.

My uncle and mother came after knowing I had come to my senses. In front of my uncle, I begged him to save Ameena.

"Uncle, you still remember my request back then, right? I have to save someone! He's been waiting for me! I promised to take her with me. Please apply for asylum for her! Help u! You shouldn't have taken me home right away! He must be waiting for me!" I said urgently while holding my uncle's suit.

My uncle and mother stared at each other in confusion.

Mom approached me and said, "Kei-chan, calm down! What's wrong with you? Who's the guy you mean?"

From my uncle, my hand ran to hold my mother's arm. "Okaasan, you remember that Syrian woman I told you about back then, right? He's what I mean! We were caught by an extremist group and I promised to take him away from there and come with me here" I told my mother. I then turned back to face my uncle while cupping my hands together. "Uncle, please help take care of her asylum application! You can, right?"

With a helpless face, the uncle said, "That's impossible, Kei!"

I lowered my eyebrows. "What is impossible?"

"In addition to being held captive by the extremist group, the prime minister has just announced that Japan will not accept refugees from the Middle East. Last year alone, we only accepted 11 of the 5,000 immigrants who applied for asylum in our country. In addition, we have also closed the embassy in Syria as the conflict heats up in Damascus. The ministry has appealed to Japanese citizens not to travel to the country" my uncle explained.

I can only be fucked. My head was shaking slowly. If it's like this, how can I keep my promise?

Whose fault? Whose fault was the separation between me and Ameena? Who's wrong I can't keep my promise to pick him up? In fact, it's nobody's fault.

For the third time I was in the nadir, sinking so far in the valley of falling. Humped heart. Heart's busted. Wound. It was like being slashed in the same spot. Be ill. Like receiving a blow many times. Even that was not enough to describe what I was feeling right now.

My tears flowed immeasurably. One question that is eating away at my mind right now, why are he and I always getting close to goodbye? We had to separate a lot of times because of circumstances, but never as sick as this.

For three days after my consciousness, I kept my back on the people who came to see me. Including my own mother. Every time I think of Ameena, the working system in my brain seems chaotic. I searched my cell phone for good to contact Kamal Malek and three of my friends who were still there. Maybe they can help me. However, as soon as I realized, I had no cell phone since Khalila's death. In the end I could only scream in frustration and even unrelentingly hurt my own hands by punching the wall so many times.

For my behavior, many thought I was experiencing psychic trauma. The doctor gave me a mental examination referral, but I immediately refused. I decided to leave the hospital even though the doctor asked me to be treated for longer. I can't stay too long like this. Shouldn't I find a way to save Ameena?

Mom came to pick me up after knowing I wanted to get out of this hospital. He stroked my face which still left a lot of scars. I'm honestly very embarrassed to see my mom. My cousin's sister said my mother fell ill and was hospitalized when I was declared one of the missing journalists.

"Kei-chan, you've been trying your hardest. Next, let Us-sama do His part. Thank you for coming home safe even if it's not okay."

(We-sama: God/God in Japanese)

The mother's voice flowed like water that was capable of shedding thirst. Even so, I still did not take out a single word. Like a person who has lost the ability to speak.

My mother and I took a car to our house. Mom kept holding my hand. I looked at the car window. Mid-spring takes place where the long-sleeping flowers begin to unfurl their most beautiful patterns and the fragrant aroma of sakura is seething in the streets. Had Ameena come with me, she would have admired this beauty.

Upon arriving at my parents' residence, I immediately got a welcome from my father's personal aide who had been waiting for us. He opened the car door for me while bowing half his body.

"Master, your father wants to see you! Please go to his room!"

I entered the house. Nothing is different, everything remains the same as when I gave permission to go to Syria to carry out my work. For me, home is not just a building, but also a place we wait or wait. The word home is the most anticipated word after a long journey. No matter how bad we are, families will always be there.

I climbed the stairs and walked to the reading room. Knock on the door first before dad lets me in. I pressed the fingerprint button on the door. As soon as I stepped into his room, I immediately bowed fully before him as my regards and respect to him.

My father was an academic professor who taught at several prestigious universities in Tokyo, including the universities of Tokyo and Keio. He was also a respected jurist and civil servant of officials and politicians. Besides, dad is famous as a left-wing figure¹. Just as people respect him, so do I. To me, he was not only a father, but also a teacher and a friend of my discussion.

"Have you recovered?" ask dad.

"Hum ...." I nodded to saru.

"What are your plans after this?" tanyakanya. This was a cliche question he often asked me. Yeah, asking me my life plan ahead.

I paused for a moment while gulping. "I'm going back to Syria!" my answer.

"Why?" asked my father with a flat expression.

"I have to find someone."

"Who?"

"She's the woman I caught with me. He's waiting for me."

"I love her ...."

"Then?"

"I have to save her."

"Then?"

"Once I save her, I'll take her to Japan."

"Is it that easy?"

"I'll try to find him anything and anything. I'm not going home until I find her."

A thick book floated towards me and hit my head. At the age of twenty-six, this was the first time my father had acted rudely towards me. My father was a very good at regulating expression, especially when dealing with his interlocutors. He never showed any displeasure on his face. However, this time I could see anger flaring in his eyes.

"Aren't you aware that the government is spending a lot of money on your life?" My father's voice was so loud in the room.

I leaned over to pick up the falling book that had hit my head. "It is the duty of the government to protect every citizen" I replied calmly.

"Didn't you read the reactions of the people on Twitter? Many have criticized the atonement that cost the country a lot of money! Good thing your uncle asked for your identity to be kept secret from the public!"

"Tell them that squandering state money to save their citizens is still better than being used by officials for corruption and corruption" I said flatly.

A book flew back towards me. Fortunately, I managed to catch it this time before it hit my face and head again.

"Shameful! I support you being a journalist because I think you're going to be a great journalist with a net in the future. But in fact, you even twice did troublesome actions to the country. If you know like this, I'd better force you home when you're lost and found for the first time."

"I didn't do anything wrong on duty. It's purely a work risk. Otousan is nothing to be ashamed of! But let me go back to Syria to help someone."

(Tousin: father)

My father breathed a moment. "I support you when you are careless by dismantling the disgrace of the Japanese Self-Defense Force school. I also support you when choosing a way of life as a journalist at a time when the profession was less popular in the eyes of the public. I support you when you want to get out of this house and live independently. Did you forget? I always support you! As long as it's good for you and you're sure to live it. But ... for this ...." My father paused his sentence while shaking his head softly, "I can't support you and can't let you!"

I was silent for a moment. What Dad said is true. Unfortunately, my ego is bigger. I feel right myself. In my eyes, I don't understand my feelings at all.

"Continue education. Take the title of magister! This is my advice to you!" pinta.

I didn't respond to his request. I just leaned over and turned around to leave.

As he was about to leave the room, my father suddenly said, "Kei, you are very smart! But I can't believe you didn't use your brain when you fell in love."

I don't care what my father says. With a cold face, I stepped out of the room. From that moment on, the smile that always perched on my face disappeared.

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Left wing: the left wing is associated with ideas such as freedom, equality, solidarity, defence of rights, social struggle, reform and internationalism in opposition to the right-wing system of hierarchy.

Author notes ⁇ ️️️️️

konbanwa. Is something missing, isn't it? Heheh...

As I said, the story session will likely continue until Kei heads into his future. And after the setting changed in Japan, the story not only focuses on the romance bang Khai, but also about his career. So if yesterday he stumbled2 with his love, in the future the challenges he faced were in his own career. And in this session there will also be a lot of time jumps.

Who will be present in the future? What is certain is that Yuna will reappear. So yesterday who asked Yuna has already arrived? No yes, Yuna will be present again in Kei's life and her presence is very important in the future. This is the reason why the cave does not matiin Yuna figure even though the cave is famous as an author who likes to take the life of the character 😆🤣

Because Yuna will appear again, of course Yoshizawa also took part in the story, yes. The next one is Black Shadow without Mr. Whites. In the early NN chapters, Kei was very passionate about hunting BS, right. Why is it like that? Look forward to the answer here!

What about Ameena? Will it appear again? You must be wondering. If this is still a secret cave, yes. No cave spoilerr 🤣. And yesterday was surprised also many asked POV Ameena even though the cave is just a stale base doang nawarinnya 🤣. POV Ameena will consider the cave, who knows if the cave can appear as a bonus chapter like in the novel AR. You see the type of writer who does not like to mix POV kek gado2.

Okay that's just a cave explanation, thanks to you who have participated in the comment column and are willing to wait. Don't forget the likes and comments.

visual Kei in the future