Kawaii Sakura 소설 & 이야기

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

Shaquelle's days looked bright, especially when Jerry allowed Shaquelle to open a cafe close to his office. With the excuse that if Jerry is hungry later, he only walked a few meters to arrive at Shaquelle's cafe. And yes, this cafe still has a Hello Kitty theme with a Korean style nuance. That woman is really crazy about ginseng country. Like right now, Shaquelle is busy arranging ornamental sakura plants in the corner of the cafe, so that it looks good and isn't boring. Shaquelle also provides photo boxes for customers to feel at home during their coffee prayers or just unwind.

Kenji reminded her, half-forcing Akiko to choose. Relieved that Kenji canceled his request, Akiko turned back to the display and finally selected a few mochi and wagashi that she wanted. Akiko, of course, chose the sakura flower wagashi, which was too beautiful to pass up, as well as several boxes of matcha-flavored mochi, which had a greenish color sprinkled with beans. She also packed a few boxes of assorted flavors, intending to give them to her friends at work. Akiko rarely brought food, and she wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to get plenty of treats without having to spend her own money.

“You’re dead, Sakura.” Harvey’s face was as dark as night. “I’m fine, Harvey. Nothing bad will happen to me. So, don’t worry. She wouldn’t dare to do anything to me!” exclaimed Kait with all the strength that was left in her. Kait was extremely clever. She knew full well that her existence had value. Sakura wouldn’t dare to do anything rash unless she was desperate. That was why Kait kept reminding Harvey to keep his cool. Obviously, she could see that Harvey was in a dire situation on the other side of the screen.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

Mizu was in awe seeing new and bright things outside the window of the running train. The bright pink flowers of fully bloom Sakura tree, the sparkling blue water of the sea, the conical mountain with snow cups on the top, the red tori gate she saw in the distance, the shrines, the skyscraper buildings that even her eyes can't see the top, and the crowded people wearing gallant clothes much better than the people she saw in town. She was so overwhelmed seeing new things that she can't stop her mouth to gape open.

“So it has something to do with your mother….” Suddenly everything became clear for Siena. “My Mom was born in the beginning of April. My grandfather gave her the name Sakura, because it was the time when sakura flowers were blooming in Japan. Do you know that sakura season is short? It only lasts for a month, usually from the end of March until the middle of April. It’s explaining the text ‘every eye admires you for one full moon’…!” Alfonso’s eyes glistened in thrill. “So the next text ‘the land of your origin’ must be Japan, because sakura flower comes from Japan!”

Saga gave Kaze a friendly nod before he turn to face her again. "Okay, well. What about coffee?" Saga asked again still trailing behind her while she walk through the exit door. "What if I can't sleep because I drank too many caffeine?" "Then we'll talk until you fell asleep." "But what about your 'watching porn before you fell asleep' ritual?" she tease him. She was facing him now, they were standing outside of Kaze's and she was holding a small paper bag with her brother favorite band CDs and Saga's hand was on his jeans pocket.