Hi all! starblack17 here! I decide to break this chapter into two part, because if I didn't do that, I dont know when i will post next chapter :D
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"Shabahul Khair*...wake up dear..."
The soft voice of my mother wakes me up.
"Mom...it's Sunday, I want my hibernation session run smoothly..."
My mother giggling softly after hearing my semi-conscious rambling, seconds later, I realize there's something unusual
"No "Boker Tov**" for me this morning?" It's rare to hear my mother speaks Arabic
"Actually I want to give you "Ohayou", got to make you more Japanese." my mother laughing slightly.
"Well...there's anything i can help mom? in 8 o'clock on Sunday?" My eyes still half-open, looks like some part of my soul still not come to my body.
"I want you to accompany me, we would visit grandma Hitoha."
Grandma Hitoha?
"She is one of the respected seniors here, She is the head of Miyamizu Shrine, you know...the shrine up there? i think it'll be rude if i not visit her yet, so hurry up, take a bath and grab some breakfast!" my mother gives me an upbeat smile.
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"Oh, welcome Saki, I didn't see you in many years..." Grandma Hitoha hugs my mother in front of her house, tears comes from her eyes
"I'm finally come back here, Hitoha-obaasan..."
"Well...this boy...this is your son, Saki?"
"Yes, my only son, dear, this is Hitoha-obaasan."
I give a bow to grandma Hitoha
"My name is Mohammad Sarsur, you can call me Mo anyway."
Grandma Hitoha seemed to pay attention to my face
"You look more Japanese than I expect, Mo-kun"
"It looks like he inherit my face much more than my husband." My mother giggling about that, as an Arab-Japanese that lives in Israel, my face feature really takes my mother side, my face is not much different with common Japanese male, but with blue eyes inherited from my father. My friends in Israel sometimes called me "Chinese" because my face, i'm just laugh at their geographic failure.
"Well...let's go inside, I really wants to talk about many things, Saki" grandma Hitoha invite us to come inside her house
"Mitsuha, can you bring some drink and snack at the kitchen, we have a guest here."
"A minute, obaa-chan." I hear girl's voice across the living room
Shortly after, a girl comes to living room carrying juice and a bowl of senbei cracker on a tray, I guess she has a same age with me
"Mitsuha, this is Inamoto-san and his son Mo-kun."
Mitsuha give my mother a bow, my mother smiling at her
"Oh Mitsuha-chan, this is my son, have you two meet each other at school?"
Me and Mitsuha give each other a bow
"Hi Mo-kun, my name is Mitsuha Miyamizu, are you from second year?"
"Yes, how do you know?"
"This place is small, Mo-kun, you'll learn how close-knit this town are." Mitsuha tell me while have a small laugh.
Close-knit eh...
"Ah...Obaa-chan, Inamoto-san, excuse me, Saya-chin surely waiting me at her house, I already tell her that i will go to her house at 10."
"Oh...alright then, be careful Mitsuha-chan"
Mitsuha gives us a farewell and proceed to go to her friend's house, now there's only three of ours in a living room, my mother and grandma Hitoha talk about many things, i'm mostly only observe them."
"Obaa-san, can i do some braiding? it's very long time..." my mother suddenly change the subject.
"Oh sure, It's surely a long time since last time I saw you do it..."
Grandma Hitoha invite us to another room, there's many thread and a kind of manual braiding machine that i didn't have a clue about what its name, grandma Hitoha gives my mother a gesture to do some braiding, i watch my mother braids some thread.
"Can I braid some Challah*** with this machine?" I'm jokingly said that, imagining braid some bread with that machine, my mother just response my joke with some soft laugh.
I saw grandma Hitoha face when she looking my mom braid some string, there's a longing expression on her face.
"Back then, you always fight with Futaba for using that braiding tool..."
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There's some short chapter, sorry for the shortness, and thank you for reading!
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* & **: Arabic and Hebrew for "Good Morning", respectively
***: Challah is a special Jewish ceremonial bread, from which a small portion has been set aside as an offering, often braided for a beautiful presentation.