Akamura Suharto's wife was an angelic woman who loved Suharto, an immigrant and disabled person, without discrimination at all. But he got sick young, and he got ahead of him.
I left my daughter Chiyoko saying "Be Happy" and Chiyoko still died at an early age, but Chiyoko remembers her mother properly.
Suharto inherited Akamura, his wife's surname.
The father with bad legs then desperately raised his daughter. After Qian Jing grew up to some extent, he has now worked desperately hard to support his father, Suharto, who is gradually falling ill by doing several part-time jobs.
Suharto was distressed. That my daughter can only go to school about half the week, can't play with a lot of friends, and has days of being chased to work for her daily life.
This is unlikely to make me happy in the future. I wondered if the critical life of poverty at the bottom would just continue.
"I'm not unhappy that I'm poor. Because it's the life that Kate helped me, and I'm going to try my best to live."
Qianjing said that in front of Suharto, smiling, but the word was counterproductive for Suharto. He wants to get him out of poverty because he's such a daughter. There's no point in being happy in this life.
Indeed, thanks to Kate, we live a better life than the bottom line. Many immigrants live more miserably. It can also be described as more of a luxury that Suharto with bad legs can do with both parents and children. I can't tell if I look up or down.
But still... Suharto becomes conscious both up and down. I don't care what happens to me, but at least only my daughter, Chiyoko, wants more human happiness. The last word my wife sent to my daughter is a curse.
"Father... we've done something terribly wrong."
At the first floor of the 1DK apartment, Chiyong said with a nag. Ever since yesterday, when there was a press conference, our faces have been dark for both of us. There is also a lack of conversation.
Suharto holds an internal position in flower making at the table. The freedom of one leg is not advantageous, so there is only a limited amount of work that can be done. Besides being sick and weak.
"I treated whoever helped me... as a liar... as a bad guy. You're going to hell, us. Why did you have to do this!
Chiyong complains with a cry of remorse.
(Really why...)
Suharto's hand stops.
(Originally miserable, it became extra miserable... How far does God care if he bullies us)
Aware that his daughter is blocked, Suharto does not curse those who manipulate his destiny. I can still stand it if I'm alone. But why even my daughter... I can't be patient. I can't help regretting it.
(Would you rather be a prostitute? Without money, there's nothing I can do. I'm talking about a man whore being a better business than a woman whore with fewer players... No... but if you do that, I'm sorry to Chiyo even if they don't know the analogy... Even though I have committed a crime...)
When I even thought about it, the call rang.
Thousands of crystals head to the front door as a matter of course, not a bad Suharto with legs. Even at the tip of the eye and nose, Chiyong takes the initiative, not Suharto.
When I saw the face of the person I visited, the expression on Chiyong's face was strong. It was the Urchin Method.
"That was a really famous act. You did a great job."
A womb that spreads a distorted grin and says. Hate fire dwelt in the eyes of a thousand crystals looking up.
"Those tears..."
"I know. Follow me, tears of regret for disparaging that woman, right? I've figured that out, so I'm impressed."
Stay away from my daughter.
He spread a distorted grin and was a wuss belly that drew his face closer to the thousand crystals, but Suharto strained one leg and softened, pushing it away with an angry shape.
"Yes, criminal conviction. Hey, that's a fine injury offense. Shall I sue you?
"What?
"You raised your hand to me. That's a crime of injury. You can sue me, can't you? Ignorant. Hey, don't even know that. Pfft."
……
Shredding her shoulders, she laughed slightly and said hatefully at her belly. Suharto gets nagging and silent.
"I forgive you, though. I need your help to keep the press free and just."
In this tone, the belly turned back its heel and walked away.
(Because I... did that... shit...! It's hurting thousands of crystals!
Suharto clenches his fists and bites his lips. After being stuck with that devilish man because of himself and exposing the sins he has committed to his daughter as well, he has been forced by a story to do so and has participated in the act of discrediting his benefactor.
"Dad... can't we do anything?
"No..."
Suharto waved his blanket as he had decided to ask Chiyong in tears.
"Not if you don't do anything like this. We have to find a way."
That's what Suharto says. He sits down and opens the net.
I desperately search to see if there is any way to eat in the holographic display. Keep looking for ways to break this situation.
Eventually Suharto's hand stopped. What was on the display was a site called Snow Oka Laboratory.
"Dad... can't we do anything?
'No, not if you don't do anything like this. We have to find a way.'
(Hmm...... clever. You want to poke at me for immigration of the poor?
I planted a bug in Suharto's house to eavesdrop on the conversation, but I haven't been able to pick up much important conversation since.
(Well, that would mean I couldn't think of anything over there either)
When his nose rang and laughed off, he was an unwillingly utter belly no more.
"Kate Vantum. Has the mask of hypocrisy finally peeled off"
"Do you want to earn wealth and fame until you do this? The human desires of the upper classes are endless."
"Worst match pump ever. Yah. People are dying, man. '
"The descent of an unimaginable evil. I'm gonna throw up. '
"Wasn't it true you used to get slapped a lot? There's no smoke in the fire."
"If you have a disability, you're lying about selling it. Give it back your big name like Helen Keller from the 21st century."
"My husband, Cornelis Van Damme, is like that, and my wife is so determined. It's a hypocritical business with all the couples."
The voice of the internet was overflowing with accusations about Kate letting her hit herself with a do-it-yourself act to improve her image, letting people die and even holding a ten-year-old responsible for that one stick at the time.
"This looks like a part-time job."
But Junko looked at them with cold eyes. I noticed that all the boards, threads, and even SNS writing on the bulletin board resembled all of Kate's critical arguments.
"Bytes?"
True, sitting on the same couch as Junko, looks at Junko right next to him and asks.
"Stema is now prohibited by Japanese law, but we still have a company to sneak up on. So, the part-time kid repeats the dotted temple coppel everywhere, so even the stema of the same person gets involved."
Junko truly explains.
"Heh heh, there's a lot more beating than advocacy. Is this all part-time, too?
Midori, who was lying on the floor of the living room lying down and browsing the internet, said with a glance at Junko as he slapped his leg.
"Hmm... I guess it doesn't even mean it's all. Riding an ass horse just because people don't usually feel comfortable here is a beautiful way to write online. Or someone who really took it would be purely angry."
and Junko.
"No matter what the truth is, the average person gets lightly flushed by the rumors. If you were being slapped on TV or in a newspaper or magazine, you'd be slapped because you have something, 'cause that's what I think. Of course, some people don't take it easily and truly. I think we can make it into Litmus paper around here."
There was no one on the spot who did not know what judgment Junko intended to say litmus paper.