Novel & Cerita Is Hachiko: A True Story

At this moment, Hiroshi felt that his worldview had been turned upside down. It was such a shocking revelation to him that the famous sixth leader of the yakuza had died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master. However, he dared not doubt Yahiko’s words because he knew Yahiko’s character very well. The man would never say anything he wasn’t sure of. If he said something, it must be that he had some special sources to make sure that it was indeed the truth.

“So you’re telling me Hibiki killed this guy?” Hachiro asked for the twelfth time as we loaded the prick’s body into the truck of the station wagon. “Why is that so unbelievable? My husband is a cop… or was. Whatever. It’s not like he’s some schmuck who’s never handled a weapon.” I rolled my eyes, slamming the trunk closed.

“You worked your ass off. You didn’t let anything stop you. And I’m just lucky I got to see it.” The warmth in his voice made her stomach flutter. “You’re being really sweet today,” she teased, nudging him gently. “Is this because you told me you cried during Hachiko?” “I was tired, and the dog died, okay?” he deadpanned, then smirked. “Besides, today’s special. For you.” She smiled, biting her lip to stop it from growing too wide. Then, in a sudden burst of impulsiveness, she lunged forward and hugged him—tight, fierce, grounding.

I know I would be crying like a kid again by the end of the movie. Seeing that I finally settled for a movie Christopher asks me pointing towards the scream. "What's this?" What? He doesn't know the movie Hachiko. How is that possible? "Don't tell me that you haven't watched Hachiko. The story of a loyal dog who waited 9 years for his master after his unfortunate death, at the same station where he left him." I tell him, feeling a bit offended. What? Come on guys, you know how much I love animals.

I saw this wolf's ear, reacting to the slightest rustle. I envied his calmness. At least externally. It also seems that now I have taken the role of Hachiko, who is sitting waiting for the owner. How did it all turn around? A week ago I didn't care about him, but now I wonder what he's thinking. And it’s even more insulting that now he no longer cares about me.