Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tokyo Love Letter - Hibiki (English): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

That day didn’t go as usual.Sakura was summoned to another department. Standing before her was a General Manager—a middle-aged man with thinning hair, clearly senior and full of authority. He slammed the desk with a raised voice.“This document is garbage! What were you people even doing!?”It was him.The same man who had once dumped a pile of last-minute paperwork on Sakura’s team—nearly ruining her only chance to meet Heri in Shinbashi.Sakura bowed her head. Her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her voice was low, fragile.“We apologize… We’ll correct it right away…”The room fell silent.No one dared to make eye contact—not with Sakura, not even with the GM.Then suddenly, the door swing open.Click.Her manager entered—a sharp, composed woman in her forties, the kind of presence that silenced a room.“If there’s a mistake, blame me. I’m responsible for this team!”“You don’t need to yell at her!”She stepped closer, gently patting Sakura on the shoulder.“Go on. Step outside

Night in Tokyo. A cold breeze whispered through the streets, the chill of winter still lingering in the air.In her apartment, Sakura stared at her phone screen, typing a message on LINE:“Can I… make a selfish request?”Heri replied quickly.“Selfish? What’s going on?”She hesitated for a moment, heart pounding, before finally typing out the words.“I want to pick you up at the airport. I’m telling you in advance so you won’t be surprised… is that okay?”The moment she hit send, Sakura let out a small squeal and buried her face into her pillow.“Oh no… what did I just do…” she whispered, her heart racing like mad.One minute. Two. Three…TING.A notification.“Eh? Yeah… I guess that’s fine.”It was a simple response, but for Sakura, it was enough to flip her nerves into pure joy. Her feet kicked lightly on the bed, a smile breaking across her face.Meanwhile, back in Jakarta, Heri stared at his phone, scratching the back of his neck.“If my colleagues sees her… what do I say?”Then

BEEP BEEP…The shrill alarm broke the silence of the early morning.A hand shot out to silence it.With one eye half-open, Sakura picked up her phone—5:25 AM glowed softly on the screen.“I think I only slept a few hours…” she murmured, still wrapped in sleepiness.Dragging her feet, she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.Brushing her teeth. Washing her face. Then deep breath.At the very least, she had managed to wake up on time. That was already an achievement.At the small table by the window, she unwrapped an onigiri and took a sip of the orange juice box she bought from the konbini last night.Apple Music was playing random songs. “Koi wo Shita nowa” by Aiko started to flow through her earphones.For some reason, it fit the quiet morning perfectly. This morning… feel special.She put on dark jeans, a comfy T-shirt under a white sweater, then topped it off with a long grey winter coat she’d laid out the night before. On her feet—her favorite white New Balance sneaker

11:45 a.m.Sakura is lounging on the sofa, hugging a small cushion to her chest. Her eyes were nearly closed, drowsiness slowly taking over.She glanced toward the bed. Heri is still fast asleep… or—wait? Sakura rubbed her eyes. Heri had opened his eyes halfway and was quietly looking in her direction.Slowly, he reached for his phone and turned off the alarm before it had the chance to ring."You're awake," Sakura said softly.Heri gave a small nod, yawned, and rubbed his face. Then, he got up and headed into the bathroom to wash his face and perform his prayers.His movements were neat and disciplined—clearly the product of long-standing routine. Sakura watched in silence, simply observing. For some reason, there is a quiet comfort in watching him like that.Without saying much, Heri picked clothes from his suitcase and returned to the bathroom. Before long, he reemerged—fully ready, wearing a navy blue sweater over a white shirt, dark jeans, and his favorite OnCloud sneakers.“So…

The warm aroma of curry drifted from the kitchen, wrapping the small house in comfort. Inside, Akari moved swiftly, helping Yuriko with dinner preparations, while Kenta hurried back and forth, carefully setting the table with plates and cups. In the living room, Mayu sat quietly in front of the TV, occasionally humming along with the jingle of a passing commercial.From her seat, Sakura peeked into the kitchen. Something stirred within her—a quiet curiosity.“Sakura, would you like to take a look?” Yuriko called with a warm smile.Sakura nodded gently and stepped in. The kitchen is small, but full of life—sounds, aromas, and soft laughter. In one corner, Akari was preparig salad, while Yuriko stirred the curry and tasted the sauce from a large pot.Sakura looked around. There is something alive in this space. A kind of warmth—voices, scents, and casual movement that made everything feel connected.This kitchen… is nothing like the one in her apartment. Hers is always quiet. Empty.“Wh