MATCHA, LOVE HAS THE FOLLOWING PROPERTIES !

Until met Yasuo, I realized in romance, everything can not be anticipated.

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MATCHA, LOVE HAS THE FOLLOWING PROPERTIES !

1.

A session lasts about four months, I played the first three months long, last month contrary to forget to eat forget sleep learning. Yasu told me in the form of "new water pool to the neck", and later he reproaches cute, every time he does give me a box of Matcha into pairs. I do not like sweet (and bitter) of coffee, so of course I need Matcha to cope with late night through the post.

MATCHA, LOVE HAS THE FOLLOWING PROPERTIES !

Yasu is a Chinese father and mother is Japanese, while we were students majoring in computer science at the University of Kanagawa, located in the port city of Yokohama, south of Japan. Sometimes I think life contained full of surprises. Amid the vast sea of ​​people, their parents can find each other Yasu, Yasu born, then a guy in Hanoi as I can meet him in a distant country is made. I always wondered idly ... If Yasu born a few years earlier, or that day I chose to study in another country. Perhaps we've never met, and "I" at present also very much different.

I like everything related to Matcha (as I like all things of Yasu), from green eyes smoking, acrid flavor chan sound bar. The idea of ​​completely Matcha comes from me, a guy oblivious to all beverage categories in general, and in particular tea. First Yasu is mentioned Matcha hear me complaining about the laziness of the library itself.

- I saw the articles are on automatic eye flutter. Yasu What should we do?

- Black coffee without sugar go. - Yasu suggestions.

- No way! Both his dream frightful shudder also its bitter taste.

- Matcha, why?

- Matcha you? Also worth a try anyway.

From there on a busy day two, Yasu texted back I drank Matcha not, how taste sensation. Initially I just hummed to bluff, because I can not tell him bluntly that "nothing but pale compatible Tea is like water". But after a while, I began to feel slightly sweet on the tongue, my words also change gradually, starting with "temporary" changes to "good well, huh," and now that 'I was addicted people. "

Yasu identical Sweet Matcha, a kind of sweet that he's right side long enough that I can feel. Suppose when I was sick for instance, Yasu never intended for my eyes affectionate interest, or put his hand on my forehead fever is considered, even sometimes he even said I "deserved", too . But at night the home inspection is like a book bag that I will be found sufficient to drugs, together with a note attached detailed manual.

MATCHA, LOVE HAS THE FOLLOWING PROPERTIES !

Sick then I also want to get sick someday.

2.

Life of students not place the human paradise as many still believe. Except healthy environment a bit more, feminism than a little, the rest are far behind at home. Learning by being arbitrary arrest parents, gone up hours late without anything, eating is only temporary remains to stomach.

That night was a night such arbitrariness. During the day I run out of music to the movie, until moving to homework, looking at the clock has a morning. Yawn, I find Matcha continental shelf, but all died. So I call for Yasu.

- Out of Matcha and Yasu Oh, tomorrow bring me a new box offline!

- Why wait until tomorrow?

- What do you mean?

- I mean NOW!

I had not even react, Yasu has hung up. From small to large, that's probably the first time I made a stupid act so: Put left hand on her chest and wondered sound "pounding" that means nothing.

Now? At one o'clock in the morning star? I still can not believe my ears.

Yasu is not joking, he appeared at my door half an hour later. I can not invite him into the house because it's just a place I rented the inn. We had to go out for a bench to sit temporarily. He handed me the box Matcha with strange smile I had never seen.

- Yasu! Do you know the last subway train had just finished half an hour ago?

- Of course I know! - He replied calmly.

- How are you going to sit here all night to make?

- Sitting with him ... Of course.

I never said to Yasu. Everything in my eyes is the "blockbusters", for he was back to normal as to be normal any more. Just as he was a girl, but chose to study computer science, though he developed some bad algorithm, and write code super crawl. Strange in that Yasu refused all offers of help from my articles. The reason he made the speech as follows:

- But not as smart as the boys, but I want to do everything.

Style violent forceful personality did not fit indeed a beautiful girl with looks fragile as Yasu. I only mention this because I was listening earlier to memorize "Songs criteria wife" Mother, what is right "meek meek", "dapper girly", "go lightly whispered," and so and so forth. Until met Yasu, I realized in romance, everything can not be anticipated.

Interest is like an afterthought, alright!

3.

I twirling Matcha box in hand, quietly watching the night under the lights show up pallid high pressure. Yasu today taciturn than usual. Initially, I also said that he did not speak out for fear of breaking the quiet atmosphere, then we see him occasionally glanced at her with a furtive gesture. I began to understand that midnight run to elbow him here, not simply to give me a box of Matcha.

- Come on Yasu! What kept saying to myself.

- Nothing, really! - He's still trying to pretend.

- Nothing is his home here, ignoring him.

- Wait ... - Yasu started frantically, then he confessed:

- Assignments application programming courses ... I'm ... thinking not out. You can ...

I laughed. Surely an independent girl as he always had so much deliberation opened my plea so. Of course, I gladly accepted the invitation, do not forget to add a few sentences pushy yourself like: "Although I was a lazy school, but homework is as easy as that for me porridge". I do not know why he did it, perhaps because they want to impress Yasu reasonable?

That night, we told each other many things, but most of them are crap, like, favorite colors say something about the personality, cats and dogs more lovable species, or the Yokohama most beautiful bridge. Throughout the story, his eyes glowing like smiling Yasu. Those eyes just slightly cropped to hear me ask:

- Yasu has a boyfriend yet?

I am a shy guy, so he just said the words out of his mouth, I turned to surprise yourself. Perhaps to a certain point, when the great affection to a certain extent, the heart will ignore reason and freedom to do what he desired. But Yasu's answer made me even more surprised many times:

- Already have! But I think I liked Raw him a little more.

I should seize that opportunity by talking to him, saying, "Then kick him away thousands of miles and girlfriend Nguyen offline". But no, I was silent. They say silence is synonymous with skip. I do not want to ignore Yasu, but I remained silent. It contradictions!

Many times I wished for love, just two people truly love each other was enough, other things need not bother. But life is as simple as that. There are many reasons to justify my silence, yet the cultural differences, language barriers, or at home my mother was "watching" before me a girl I never knew. But the major hurdle is probably the time. Time does not wait for me, do not wait Yasu.

Six months before we graduated already.

4.

I flew back to Hanoi on winter vacation. So the only remaining half of the semester, the equivalent of a mere three months. I should have spent some precious time to be with Yasu, but lately I often get stuck in his face. Whenever I see Yasu is imaginable scenario after three months we go our separate ways, chest frustrating that I could not tolerate. I always believed Yasu, but sometimes doubt myself.

We regularly communicate with each other over the phone, there are such gossips go far. I asked him this morning eating, he asked me what to eat tonight. I asked him whether or hanging out with the other guy does not, he asked if I remembered him not. Sweet voice transmitted from the other end made my heart want melted sobbing. I certainly remember him, remember to go crazy.

My Hanoi last winter, while Yokohama snowing very thick. Yasu including transportation network of the city all week stalled, themselves several times he also slipped during snow clearing around the house. I wish I could be there with Yasu snow removal, then we will play snowball as last winter. The smile on his lips, compared to more pristine snow might also want to share.

I remember one day in the summer, we walk along the coast. Colour blue water reflecting the sun, sparkling like a thousand stars fall. Yasu took my arm tightly, I ask whether the future will be, what I have planned after graduation. I do not know how his answer, had uttered a meaningless question:

- Yasu game! Certain things will be alright!

I drank a lot of Matcha, as a way to ease the nostalgia Yasu, and accidentally I realized, Matcha increasingly sweet, like my feelings for him are constantly growing with the years.

Two or three days a busy, my mother she leads a home that is either presented to me. I also have to keep the bit of dignity to people, to sit back spoke to a couple of sentences, but the mind from beginning to end is filled with pictures of Yasu.

One day I tried to ask her mother:

- You think so if you like a Japanese girl?

Mother looked at me for a long time, and did not speak to me for weeks afterwards.

The thing is I have two older sister, older sister married a Korean, I'm with a guy who two Chinese. There are occasions both houses sit together is just like that each person speaks a language. My mother could not understand anything, that arises from frustration, finally the "ultimatum" for me:

- The bride must be a Vietnam mother, or mother look like no son.

I also want to understand the mother's feelings, but love does have understood my feelings.

5.

On my return to Yokohama, snow was falling so thick, one month after continue to fall but not violently again, just as wings cherries gently landed one shoulder shirt. We together can walk along the winding coast road. That day Yasu wearing a white jacket, white collar wool turban, holding an umbrella and white, left hand absently give inspiration took a snowflake.

Yasu and snowflakes seemed to be one.

I quietly watched the ball back Yasu, cold air through the heart of snow.

- Yasu! Later really no longer see you again?

- Former just say?

- Not! Nothing...

Again, I keep the love goofy, time to look on indifferently passed before his eyes. Myself just a normal person, not a way against them were hustling treadmill. I gathered my courage to pull out of his pocket smartphone calendar.

Only the last one month.

6.

Since then I do not need Matcha could not sleep all night, did not even mention Yasu future conversation with me. Some sat on me, but he was just focused on the phone screen. Apparently someone is texting. I know who it is, but pretended not to know anything, just as I like him, but pretended not to care.

Few today Yokohama mild sunshine, white coated few vending machines faded much. Happiness can be fragile as well as snow, sunny new little touch has vanished rush? So I think our story has come to an end, until one day ...

Yasu appointment to see me in a coastal teahouse with reason wanted to thank me for helping him overcome application programming courses. Seldom Yasu proved so polite to me, makes me more mental suffering. Spanish waves slapping somehow wool through the wooden door, transmitted to the ears absently, evoking in me a feeling hard to call a name. If tomorrow I shall leave this place, I would remember much ...

Me cities with the building of skyscrapers, sea all year round being wrapped.

Me known harbor where breaking waves, peaceful but lonely.

Remember the warm afternoon sun, two go together to hear the wind whispering sea.

Me season sky snow overwhelmed fly, pink cherry blossoms fall.

Me especially Yasu, girls have been with me throughout the university in May, but I never had the courage to grasp her hand.

Yasu me a drink, I do not know other than Matcha beverages. But the first time was pure scent made me uneasy waves. Yasu sipped Matcha, peeked at me, put the tea down, then picked up another took a sip, then peeked at me. I also realized I was repeating silly string similar action.

- Yasu and boyfriend split up then. - Finally, he also spoke.

- Why?

- So much more reason Yasu like him.

- But Nguyen will return to Vietnam after graduation.

- Then we would love far.

- Love is not far away?

- Why not?

- But it is very difficult to parent materials.

- Yasu not afraid, afraid of what reason?

- But a month left before graduation.

- Then we'll be together for a month. The one-month know ...

- But...

Yasu is not for me to say, leaned my lips for a kiss.

- You're in trouble!

- We just love each other first, and other things calculated later?

His lips bring you Matcha. How sweet!

I blankly like a fool. We have not even held hands, kissed yet then. Does that count as burning stage not? I think you do not need to wonder anymore. The moment he kissed me, little leftover icy heart melted into water. Yasu is important that here, right next to me, so although only one month, even one day, I would like to try once courageously grasped his hand. Yasu was right ...

Love was, as follows!