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Lapor Gambar Rusak / Tidak Sesuai / Tidak Terload Lapor [DISINI]

Fireworks and a World Conquest

Right after we finished the end-of-term exams, Misaki collapsed. I think she had been pus.h.i.+ng herself quite a bit.

Ever since we saw the carca.s.ses of those cats at s.h.i.+royama, she hadn’t been feeling that well. She got even thinner, and her skin remained bloodlessly pale.

“Morooka, are you okay?”

Suzu-chan asked numerous times throughout the day.

“You should go to the nurse’s office and lay down. You go and do that.”

He urged her many times. Misaki continued to refuse. The body temperature and commotion of 30 high school students, the hot and humid air, the floor littered with trash…you wouldn’t call this cla.s.sroom pleasant by any means. It’s especially worse during the Summer season. Even the young with their tough and st.u.r.dy bodies gradually settle into exhaustion.

“You should rest.”

I told Misaki that while looking down at the chest area where you could probably feel her collarbone if you touched her from the top of her summer blouse.

“There’s no point in coming to school, you know?”

“Well, I could say the same for staying at home.”

Her voice remained upbeat though. I don’t know why but I feel relieved to hear shooting back a retort in her usual manner.

“I never thought you liked school this much.”

“I just don’t want to be at home, that’s all.”

Misaki turns to the side. In a slightly weak voice, she adds:

“What an incident.”

“You mean, about the cats?”

“Yeah. It’s a serial case, right? Everyone’s making a pretty big deal out of it.”

It didn’t stop at just two cats being poisoned. It was discovered that an additional four, for a total of six, was discovered among the gra.s.ses, the dry riverbeds, and the ditches. Apparently, they all had red foam around their mouth area. I even heard that a stray cat was discovered dead in the same manner right near my house. I heard rumours that the police have started to spring into action. The adults near the area are all talking about it.

“Is there a connection between you not staying home from school and the adults making an uproar?”

“Nope.”

Misaki turns to me again, and slowly laughs.

“It’s just that being at school is slightly better than being at home.”

“You’re going to die.”

“What, you mean the cats?”

“No, I mean you.”

She sits down in her chair, and looking up at me, Misaki begins to slowly laugh again.

“You’re about the only person I know who would say something nasty like that to a person’s face.”

“Well, you hardly have any energy left. Once you use up what’s left, you’re going to die. You’re gonna pay for it if you underestimate school. It’s a place where you use quite a bit of energy.”

“Well as for you, I suggest you reroute some of that energy that you spend talking to improve your brain functions.”

“You can’t reroute it because it doesn’t have a circuit.”

Misaki’s laughter spills over.

“That’s terrible. Then that’s an even worse use of energy. Are you sure there isn’t radiation spilling out from your brain, Riho?”

“It’s been oozing out for a while.”

Misaki’s laughter gets even louder. The neck that she had bent downwards and thin shoulders shakes. The shoulders enveloped in a blouse that was carefully ironed, leaves a vivid impression on me.

“Misaki-chan, you should eat some ice cream. It’s on Kisaragi-kun.”

Suu-chan plops down a plastic bag with ice cream inside. There’s a vanilla and chocolate ice cream cup. They’re the most expensive ones that they sold at the school kiosks.

“No way, Kisaragi–what’s gotten into you? Now THIS is friends.h.i.+p.”

Kisaragi winks at me, and twists his shoulder.

“He said he struck it rich at the pac.h.i.n.ko parlor yesterday.”

Suu-chan holds up two fingers.

“$200? That’s amazing.”

“Geez. While the older brother’s aiming to the nationals in the sweltering heat, the younger brother’s off winning $200 at the pac.h.i.n.ko parlor without even bothering to study for his entrance exams?”

Misaki puts the cup against her cheek and closes her eyes. I put some vanilla ice cream on the top of my tongue, and let it slowly melt.

“Which do you think is more impressive–winning $200 at the pac.h.i.n.ko parlor, or making it to the nationals?”

“It’s a no brainer that Mutsuki’s the more impressive one. Seriously, Riho, you’re probably the only one who would ask that. Your brain is contaminated, for sure… Hey, Kisaragi.”

“ ‘sup?”

“If the school finds out you’ve been playing pac.h.i.n.ko during the exams, they’re gonna suspend you for a week.”

“If that happens, I could spend that week going to play pac.h.i.n.ko.”

We looked at each other and broke out laughing. When she laughed, Suu-chan got white ice cream right under her nose, and it turned into a moustache. It looked so strange that we broke out laughing again. Why is it that we find even the most mundane of things funny? We were born to laugh–not cry, get angry, or grieve. There are times I seriously think that. No matter how hard you try to hold it back, the laughter bubbles up, and even your spirit resonates with laughter and shakes.

“My energy’s filled up to the max.”

Misaki pa.s.sed me her ice cream, which had more than half of it still left.

“You don’t want anymore?”

“I’ve had plenty.”

“Okay, then I’ll eat it…but are you sure I won’t get fat from this?”

“Riho, you’ll be fine. It’ll just add onto those b.o.o.bs of yours that you’re so proud of.”

“Yeah, probably. Lately, I’ve been finding my size E bra a bit on the tight side.”

“Then I guess you’re an F now. Whoa. You’re in the Koike Eiko cla.s.s. If people could think with their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, you’d be the top scorer of our grade, no brainer.”

“Yeah, too bad.”

“But you’ve got the advantage when it comes to relay races. Remember how you managed to get first place ‘cause of a difference of a breast?”

“Suu-chan, that was because I was fast at running. This isn’t horse racing, so don’t say stuff like I won by a difference ‘of a breast.’”

“Riho, just so you know? For horse relays, they use the term ‘win the race by a nose.’ There is no such thing as ‘winning by a breast’ for horses.”

“Well, no duh. It’d be really hard for them to run with bras on.”

“Hey, hey—how many do horses have anyway? I wonder if they differ in size and shape?”

I got another good laugh because Suu-chan asked that with a serious look on her face while pressing down her own chest.

What a stupid topic. It’s light fluff. Most times when adults overhear our conversation, they knit their eyebrows. But it’s funny. Even if it’s stupid and light fluff, it’s laughable. It’s only after we laugh and catch our breath that we begin to move into action. If anyone were ever to bar us from laughing, we would probably step up and fight.

I really think so.

After overcoming the five day end-of-term exams, Misaki collapsed. She was checked into the hospital with a high fever.


After the exams, there are supplementary lessons leading up to the final ceremony. Even at our school, for the general division, we do supplementary lessons with our sights set on moving on to university.

“Do you want to go and visit Misaki-chan?”

The first day of the supplementary lessons, Suu-chan asked me as she borrowed my English notes.

“Nah.”

I replied.

“You’re not going?”

“Nope.”

Suu-chan blinks. She had a look on her face as if she didn’t expect me to reply as I did.

“You’re not going?”

She asked me again as she gave me back my notes.

“I’m not.”

“Why? You’re such good friends with her.”

I shrugged my shoulders without replying. I couldn’t be bothered to explain.

If I went to see her, Misaki would just laugh at me. She might even burst into laughter if I brought her flowers and snacks. For Misaki, having to be hospitalized is like a regular event. It’s nothing to make a big uproar over.

Back when we were in grade 6, Misaki got complications from a cold and had to be hospitalized, and I went to see her. It wasn’t out of my own free will. It was decided by the student council that we would go and see her because she had her stay at the hospital extended. We brought the letters everyone had written, along with the cranes we had folded along with a bouquet of flowers, and I went along with the Tomosako-san from the student council and our teacher into the hospital room. My role was as a friend.

“You’ve known her since back in pre-school. You and Misaki-chan are the best of friends, right?”

That was the reason for me being chosen. If it were me now, I would have flat out refused. I don’t want to use a beautiful, yet hollow word like “friends.h.i.+p” to Misaki of all people. But back then, I was still 12 years old, and the 12 year old me wasn’t capable of kicking aside the role of the kind friend who goes to visit her sick friend.

Misaki was lying down in a pure white bed inside an eerily white hospital room. The yellow liquid dripped inside an IV tube attached to a vessel. The 12 year old Misaki didn’t have a brown dyed shortcut. She instead, had long black hair. The blackness of her hair, and the crimson color of her lips highlighted the paleness of her face, and young girl buried amidst the whiteness all around her made it look as if she was a frail figure who might disappear at any moment.

Up and down her arms were numerous markings from needles, and they made an indeterminate dark-red pattern.

“Morooka-san, we hope you get well soon…”

She didn’t continue on with her words because she said the others were waiting to see her too, and Tomosako-san burst into tears.

“I feel so sorry for you, Morooka-san.”

I had a bad feeling about this. For some reason, I couldn’t feel relaxed.

Tomosako-san sobbed convulsively saying that Misaki must be in pain having to endure it all. Even the teacher was tearing up, and stroking her head.

Misaki’s mother said while wiping the sides of her eyes with an ap.r.o.n:

“Thank you. You’re very kind. But it won’t be for much longer. She’ll be able to go back to school from the second term, so please be nice to her.”

I was silent the entire time. Misaki had her eyes closed and wasn’t moving. It was just her fingers that had the sheets balled up in her hand.

Tears, thoughtful words, the dignity of visiting a sick person, the words of thanks—it all pa.s.sed through the inside of the clean, white hospital room, and after a certain point, we decided to take our leave.

“Riho-chan.”

When I tried to hurriedly leave the hospital room, Misaki opened her eyes, and called out my name in a weak voice. She called me with a “-chan.” The bad feeling I had turned into a confirmation, and I prepared myself.

“I’ll…stay for a while longer.”

Oh? But make sure that you don’t tire Morooka-san, all right? Riho-chan, I’ll give you a ride home later. Morooka-san, goodbye. We’ll be waiting for you, so hold in there, okay? Well then, I’ll see you off to the exist. No, that’s quite all right. Sensei, regarding the required attendance days…

The words drifted over my head and past the sides of my body and disappeared. Everyone’s leaving. On the other side of the door just as it closed, Tomosako-san, with red-tinged eyes, smiled and waved her hand.

Things couldn’t have taken a worse turn. I understood that, and I prepared myself before taking a big step toward Misaki’s bedside. Misaki got up.

“Riho.”

Misaki didn’t even give me a chance to ready myself. With slap, my cheek burns. The sharp pain runs across my face. All I could do was brace my legs so that I wouldn’t stagger.

“You sure must be proud of yourself for setting me up this whole embarra.s.sment of a situation.”

Misaki glares at me while breathing roughly. The IV tube wavered.

“Riho, what you did was terrible!”

“I know.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do!”

I do know. This was humiliating. To Misaki, there’s nothing more humiliating than cheap pity. The thousand folded cranes slid off the bed.

The folded cranes were okay. Even the letters and the flowers were okay. But Tomosaka-san’s tears wasn’t good. Misaki was pale with fury at being treated like a pitiful little girl. Even though she was furious, she held it in.

“Why? Why do I have to be cried over like that…?”

From Misaki’s eyes came tears. A moan slipped out from her lips that she had been biting down on.

I hate this. I hate this. d.a.m.nit.

People need to take a bit more care when they cry and feel sorry about another person. It’s okay to cry if you’re capable of helping them, of saving them, of having prepared yourself of supporting them through to the end. But as for Tomosako-san’s tears–that was just irresponsible. She just burst into tears, and told Misaki she felt sorry for her. She got all of that out of her system and left saying goodbye with a smile—how much more irresponsible could she get? Kindness that comes with a lack of responsibility is no different from pity. That was something that I learned from Misaki.

There’s no way she’s going to just stand being pitied.

The sheets became stained with Misaki’s tears.

“I know.”

I muttered. I humiliated her too. Because I couldn’t refuse the role of the “kind friend,” I shamelessly came long with them. It was terrible what I did. I know that.

I can hear the sound of slippers. .h.i.tting the ground. Misaki’s mom must be coming back. I grabbed a towel from the top of the stand at the sink. It’s damp.

“Misaki, is this clean?”

“Yeah, it is. Why do you ask?”

I shove Misaki down onto the bed. I cover her face with the towel and wiped it down. I held down the shoulders that were not much more than skin and bones, and I put my strength into wiping it, because if I did, then at least it’d hide a some of the remnants of the tears. I didn’t want anyone to see Misaki crying. Even to her parents.

I threw the towel off to the side, and slipped pa.s.sed Misaki’s mom who had just opened the door and I ran the rest of the way home under the cloudy sky. I didn’t stop. Not once.

I don’t think Suu-chan would do what Tomosako-san did. We weren’t so young as to openly say a line like “I feel sorry for you” anymore. But even so, I’m still not going to go and visit her in the hospital.

“Oh besides that–tomorrow’s the festival, right? Suu-chan, what are your plans?”

“Oh…I’m going with Kei-kun….”

“Oh, right. Sorry, stupid question. I’m so jealous–you get to dress up in a yukata and go to the summer festival with your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I know. It doesn’t get much more staple than that, huh?”

“C’mon, you’ve got it great. d.a.m.nit, I’m so jealous–”

Suu-chan moved her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she just gulped in a breath without saying anything. Wearing a yukata going to a summer festival with your boyfriend–for a topic fully loaded with fun like that, she seemed pretty gloomy.

It may just be that something happened between her and Kei-kun. I became quiet too, and shoved my notebook inside my desk.

If she wants to talk about it, she will. If she doesn’t want to talk about it, I’m not going to pressure her to. It’s up to her what she’s going to do with those words that she swallowed. I have two ears to me, so I can lend her a ear. I slipped my hand up to touch my earlobes, which had two small earrings on them each. I have confidence in my earlobes. They’re smallish and have a nice shape to them, so gold earrings look really good on me.

“It’s just…there are lots of unpleasant stuff in this world…you know?”

Suu-chan let out a breath while knitting her eyebrows together. Balling her hand into a fist, she taps her shoulders. When she puffed out her cheeks, with her round face, it made her look older than she is. She looked like an old woman past 20.

“ ‘Unpleasant things’?”

“Yeah.”

“For example?”

“Well for starters, I gained even more weight recently, and I don’t know how I’m going to fit into a swimsuit come Summer.”

“Well…you could overcome that depending on how much effort you put into it. There’s still time.”

“And secondly, my parents’ moods couldn’t be any worse because things aren’t going so great with their business. The air’s always tense between them, and they’re always fighting.”

“Uu…that does sound pretty bad.”

“And thirdly, because circ.u.mstances being the way they are, I don’t get an allowance. And because I couldn’t work part-time what with all the tests, I’m really beginning to feel it in the wallet this month.”

“Whoa, yeah that’s pretty…”

“And fourthly, yesterday while I was s.p.a.ced out at the train station, some old man came up to me and asked me: ‘How much?’”

“What the h.e.l.l?”

“He was just your average looking geezer in a suit. Like, he didn’t give off that kind of creepy vibe at all–he looked really normal, you know? And that kind of person was going around asking “How much?” to someone in broad daylight. It scared me more than it p.i.s.sed me off. It made me think like, is that all that’s on guy’s minds, you know?”

“Well, you’ll have to ask guys that.”

“And fifthly…”

Suu-chan hesitated, and lowered her ees.

“Kei-kun’s been acting strangely lately…”

“What do you mean?”

Suu-chan folded up the sleeve of her blouse, and revealed her upper arm to me. Suu-chan’s skin is white and smooth. It’s what you would call ‘velvety’ skin. And there, was a dark-red bruise.

“Yesterday, I told Kei-kun about that old man, you know? Because I was so creeped out by it, I thought talking about it might make me feel a bit better…but that’s when he…with a fist…”

“He hit you?”

“Yeah…here and my head. He said it happened because I was making myself out to be like I was someone who would do that.”

“That makes no sense.”

With a start, I got up in surprise and anger.

“Then what’d you do, Suu-chan?”

“I was so surprised, that I grabbed my bag and made a run for it.”

“You should’ve given him a right smack with the bag.”

“But I had an English dictionary in there. If I had hit him with it, it would’ve hurt pretty bad.”

No wonder she’s the top scorer of our grade. I’ve never carried around a bag with a dictionary in it.

“Then afterwards, he sent me a text message apologizing. He said he felt really bad for what he did.”

She makes a tearful smile, and she falls into silence.

“That’s sick.”

I lightly rubbed my own arm. It makes me sick. The men who go up to teenage girls and ask them “How much?” and the men who abuse their girlfriends—they both make me sick. I felt myself getting gooseb.u.mps.

“Kei-kun’s been in a bad mood lately. Lately, he keeps on saying…how he wants to quit school…”

“So what? Does him being in a bad mood justify him hitting you? That’s just sick. That makes no sense.”

“It’s sick, huh…?”

In a flash, all expression disappears from Suu-chan’s face. Her face becomes flat and emotionless. The only thing moving are her lips.

With a turn, everything changes. Just like that shutter that was in that scary drama on TV–the Suu-chan who did a 180 was someone that I had never seen before. A stranger.

“You know, my dad does it too.”

“Huh?”

“My dad. He hits too.”

“He hits you?”

“No, my mom. He hits her so hard that her face swells up—even over something little. In my dad’s case though, he doesn’t even apologize. In comparison, Kei-kun’s at least a little better.”

“It’s not something that you should be comparing.”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

Suu-chan withdrew two tomatoes from inside her bag. She hands me over one. The fruit with its luminescent redness, held a significant heaviness to it. She told me that she got them from Kei-kun, who had come to attend the school’s cultivation training session. It’s harvesting season already for the summer vegetables.

“He looks pretty happy you know, when he’s watering the crop. He had this great big smile on his face when he told me that the vegetables are growing really well this year.”

Kei-kun scrunches up his face when he smiles. He’s someone who’s capable of smiling really cutely. I sunk my teeth into the tomato flesh. It has a juicy, sweet crunchiness to it. It made me understand once again just what “fresh” vegetables are about. It’s delicious. To think that someone who can make a delicious tomato like this, and who can smile like that would hit others. As if she read into my heart, Suu-chan commented:

“It’s the same with my dad too. He works really hard, and there are times he’s super nice. Still though, he hits her.”

I didn’t know what I should say, so I stayed quiet. Suu-chan gently cradled the tomato in her hands as if it was something really fragile. I think that she didn’t tell me this not because she wanted me to comfort her, or to cheer her up. With my gold earrings sparkling, I wordlessly bit into my tomato.

“That’s it—I’m going to lose weight.”

Suu-chan stretched out her back.

“I’m going to do everything that I can. I’m going to lose 2kg by August.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much—you know, 2kg?”

“I’m going to do it.”

“In your case though, Suu-chan I think it’s more losing weight in certain parts rather than just general dieting. If you do sit-ups, I think the area around your stomach would feel a lot slimmer.”

“Yeah. It’ll be a summer when I can say goodbye to this pudgy stomach of mine.”

“Yeah, so we should totally go to the beach.”

“In August?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t get me wrong–I really want to. But wearing a swimsuit in August…it’s going to take some guts.”

“Well I think that’s important. It’s good to think that you’re going to have eyes on you, you know? Since it’s not like you can wear bikinis in the winter. Do your best!”

“Yeah, I will. I’m going to make this stomach flat. I’m going to wear a bikini. I’m going to the beach. Misaki-chan’ll be able to go too, right?”

“If not, we’ll just leave her behind.”

“Well aren’t you the cool one, Riho-chan.”

“Well if we tell her that we’re not going to the beach because we felt sorry for her, Misaki’d kick our a.s.ses.”

“Yeah, that’s true. I can just see her coming with a right hook yelling ‘screw you!’”

“Nah, I think for the first swing, she would go with an intense upper cut swing.”

She caught my fist that was coming up from underneath with one hand, and Suu-chan laughed. She was back to being the Suu-chan I was used to being around.

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