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asked, looking at Sato
with the sweetest smile he could master.
“No,” was the curt reply.
Jiro’s face immediately fell.
“Why?”
“This isn’t an animal shelter.
One stray cat is more than enough. And besides, I have no time to listen to
your incessant chatter. I’ll send
you home now.”
“Alright then, if you insist. I
was just trying my luck anyway,” said Jiro, shrugging his shoulders. He turned
to Mimi and bowed, “It was really nice meeting you. Please support the Fire
Boys when you can and I hope we can see each other again.”
“It was nice meeting you too.
Have a safe trip.”
Sato grabbed his car keys and
ushered his brother out of the house, leaving Mimi alone. She laid down on her
bed in exhaustion. “I can’t believe this!” she exclaimed, holding her hand to
her forehead. What was she going to do now? Finding Yuki never seemed easier.
But did she really want to see him? But wasn’t seeing him the reason why she
came to Japan? “I’m such a coward,”
she said with a sigh. Mimi stared at the ceiling, searching for some answers.
But all she got was a blank.
An hour later, her mobile phone
started to ring. It was Sato. “Meet
me downstairs,” he ordered.
“Why?” she asked but he had
already hung up. Grumbling to herself, she slowly made her way to the lobby
with her crutches. She was getting quite familiar with them these days. When
she reached the ground floor, a loud car horn sounded. Sato was sitting in a black
BMW convertible with the top down. Mimi limped towards to the car and stared at
it. “This was the car that ran me down!” she shouted, giving it a stern stare.
“Hey, don’t blame Baby. You
were the one standing in the middle of the road,” retorted Sato.
Mimi snorted and got in the
car. “Baby? This thing is called Baby?”
“Why not? It’s more precious
than most humans,” Sato said, looking at her suggestively.
Mimi narrowed her eyes at him
and wondered why he asked to meet him here anyway. “Did you send your brother
home?”
“Half-brother, and of course I
did, I’m a responsible person. He lives near here,” he said, starting the
engine. The engine started to purr.
“I miss my own brother,” Mimi
muttered.
“What?” Sato said.
“It’s nothing. Where are we going?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Oh, why didn’t you eat with
your brother?” Mimi asked.
“Are you kidding me? He doesn’t
eat after 7 pm.”
Mimi had never been in
convertible before. She could feel the wind through her hair and she concluded
that Tokyo looked much prettier at night. A soft rock ballad was playing
through the speakers and Mimi thought that this whole scene would be so
romantic if not for the present company.
“Sato, can I trust you?” she
asked, out of the blue.
“You don’t really have a
choice.”
“I don’t know if you will
believe me,” she said, leaning her head back on the seat. Mimi looked up at the
night sky and felt like crying.
“Tell me about it over dinner.
We’re here already.” They arrived at Hotel Seiyo in Ginza. Sato bought her to
Attore, a posh Italian restaurant with mauve wall panels and soft carpets. Mimi
could tell by the way the head waiter treated Sato, that he was a regular here.
“You should have told me we
were coming here. I would have dressed better,” Mimi hissed to Sato. She was
still dressed in her checkered shirt dress.
“It doesn’t matter, because
firstly they won’t turn a handicapped person away. And it doesn’t matter what
you wear; it’s about how much cash you have in your wallet.”
Mimi knew that it was hopeless
trying to talk any sense to him. The waiter ushered the both of them to a
private booth and handed over the menu.
“What’s good here?” Mimi asked
Sato.
“Everything is.”
“Are you paying for this?”
“Depends on
with the sweetest smile he could master.
“No,” was the curt reply.
Jiro’s face immediately fell.
“Why?”
“This isn’t an animal shelter.
One stray cat is more than enough. And besides, I have no time to listen to
your incessant chatter. I’ll send
you home now.”
“Alright then, if you insist. I
was just trying my luck anyway,” said Jiro, shrugging his shoulders. He turned
to Mimi and bowed, “It was really nice meeting you. Please support the Fire
Boys when you can and I hope we can see each other again.”
“It was nice meeting you too.
Have a safe trip.”
Sato grabbed his car keys and
ushered his brother out of the house, leaving Mimi alone. She laid down on her
bed in exhaustion. “I can’t believe this!” she exclaimed, holding her hand to
her forehead. What was she going to do now? Finding Yuki never seemed easier.
But did she really want to see him? But wasn’t seeing him the reason why she
came to Japan? “I’m such a coward,”
she said with a sigh. Mimi stared at the ceiling, searching for some answers.
But all she got was a blank.
An hour later, her mobile phone
started to ring. It was Sato. “Meet
me downstairs,” he ordered.
“Why?” she asked but he had
already hung up. Grumbling to herself, she slowly made her way to the lobby
with her crutches. She was getting quite familiar with them these days. When
she reached the ground floor, a loud car horn sounded. Sato was sitting in a black
BMW convertible with the top down. Mimi limped towards to the car and stared at
it. “This was the car that ran me down!” she shouted, giving it a stern stare.
“Hey, don’t blame Baby. You
were the one standing in the middle of the road,” retorted Sato.
Mimi snorted and got in the
car. “Baby? This thing is called Baby?”
“Why not? It’s more precious
than most humans,” Sato said, looking at her suggestively.
Mimi narrowed her eyes at him
and wondered why he asked to meet him here anyway. “Did you send your brother
home?”
“Half-brother, and of course I
did, I’m a responsible person. He lives near here,” he said, starting the
engine. The engine started to purr.
“I miss my own brother,” Mimi
muttered.
“What?” Sato said.
“It’s nothing. Where are we going?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Oh, why didn’t you eat with
your brother?” Mimi asked.
“Are you kidding me? He doesn’t
eat after 7 pm.”
Mimi had never been in
convertible before. She could feel the wind through her hair and she concluded
that Tokyo looked much prettier at night. A soft rock ballad was playing
through the speakers and Mimi thought that this whole scene would be so
romantic if not for the present company.
“Sato, can I trust you?” she
asked, out of the blue.
“You don’t really have a
choice.”
“I don’t know if you will
believe me,” she said, leaning her head back on the seat. Mimi looked up at the
night sky and felt like crying.
“Tell me about it over dinner.
We’re here already.” They arrived at Hotel Seiyo in Ginza. Sato bought her to
Attore, a posh Italian restaurant with mauve wall panels and soft carpets. Mimi
could tell by the way the head waiter treated Sato, that he was a regular here.
“You should have told me we
were coming here. I would have dressed better,” Mimi hissed to Sato. She was
still dressed in her checkered shirt dress.
“It doesn’t matter, because
firstly they won’t turn a handicapped person away. And it doesn’t matter what
you wear; it’s about how much cash you have in your wallet.”
Mimi knew that it was hopeless
trying to talk any sense to him. The waiter ushered the both of them to a
private booth and handed over the menu.
“What’s good here?” Mimi asked
Sato.
“Everything is.”
“Are you paying for this?”
“Depends on
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