it.”
“No, no! I just do this for
fun. Don’t bother him about it.”
Yamada nodded and said, “I
understand. Please excuse me, I will be cleaning in Mr Sato’s room upstairs if
you need me.”
Mimi picked up a pencil and
tried to write another line. This was useless, she thought, throwing the pencil
away in frustration. She scratched her head and knew that it was impossible to
focus on her music when images of a certain wavy-haired guy kept appearing in
front of her. Now that she knew who
Yuki was – it seemed even harder to find him. It was hard enough trying
to stop herself from bursting into tears whenever she thought about him.
Suddenly she heard a strange
ringing sound coming from the kitchen. Mimi took hold of her crutches and
limped over to the kitchen. Yamada’s mobile phone was ringing on the table.
“Yamada, your phone...” Mimi
said, clutching on to the phone. The ringing stopped abruptly. She looked at
the phone’s wallpaper and yelped in surprise.
Yamada hurried down the stairs.
“I’m sorry, you didn’t have to bother about it. I will call the person back.”
“Yamada, are you a fan of the
Fire Boys?” Mimi asked, staring at Yamada’s mobile phone. Its wallpaper flashed
a picture of the Fire Boys. In fact, they looked similar to the music video she
saw previously, except that they were dressed in black sparkly suits for this
one.
Yamada’s entire face lit up and
her eyes sparkled. “Mimi, you know them? They are such nice boys, always so
kind to us older folks too.” The 50-year-old woman spoke in a hushed tone, “Actually,
this is not a widespread fact but Sato is related to one of them.”
“What! Which one?” Mimi asked,
feeling a surge of panic. If she answers Yuki, I have to run away now.
Yamada pointed to the member
with shaggy brown hair on her phone’s wallpaper, “Jiro, they are half-brothers.
But I don’t think they are close. Sato doesn’t even mention him and they never
stayed together. Only true fans know about it.” She puffed out her chest in
pride, for being defined as a “true fan”. Yamada continued, “Anyway I took this
job thinking I’ll see Jiro around often, but in the two years I’ve worked here,
I’ve never even saw him once.”
“I see...” Mimi muttered,
wondering what this new revelation meant.
“But Mimi, I thought you were
more into rock. I am quite surprised you like them.”
“What? No no, I’ve heard of
them, that’s all. Here’s your phone,” Mimi said hurriedly and retired to her
bedroom. Maybe she should take a nap, thought Mimi, lying on the pillows. She
can treat this as a long vacation. She told herself that there was no point
worrying about the thousand and one “what ifs”. Mimi shut her eyes and before
she knew it, drifted off to sleep.
She found herself in a scene
from her memory. She was in Singapore and was running to meet Yuki at the
subway station. She finally found him decked out in a purple tee and jeans and
a black beanie, waiting for her patiently. “Hey, sorry I’m late, have you been
waiting long?” she panted, exhausted from her run.
He shook his head and said,
“Don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
Mimi waved her hand
nonchalantly and asked, “So where do you want to go today? You want to visit
Chinatown? Go shopping at Orchard Road? Visit the zoo?” Mimi asked, gesturing
wildly.
“I want to see the Merlion,” he
replied.
“What? I don’t understand why
the Japanese love the Merlion so much. It’s weird-looking.”
“It’s cute,” he said seriously.
“You know I haven’t even been
to the Merlion Park before. But since you are a tourist here. I’ll take you
there.” They boarded the subway and sat next to each other.
“Mimi, I have a question!” he
asked.
“Yes?”
“Can I work at Sakura?”
“Why? Don’t you have English
classes?”