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Kei Ayano: The Journalist Part 3
As soon as I saw him calm down, I tried to explain that we were Japanese journalists who helped him this afternoon. I also explained that he was injured and the place was again attacked so we were forced to bring him here. I don't know if he understands what I'm saying, but I think he understands because it's not as sweet as it was.
"You better rest here! Tomorrow morning, we will take you to the Hospital so that your wounds get more appropriate treatment," I stammered while moving both hands that supported my speech to be understood.
Since he was silent, I took back the pillow and blanket that had been thrown at me. I walked slowly towards her intending to give her the pillow and blanket. However, he instead moved backwards as if avoiding me. Not wanting to make her panic again, I just put the blanket and pillow on the edge of the bed and left.
"Sleep!" I said while demonstrating the style of a person who fell asleep gracefully.
Again his resolute eyes showed a watchful look. For a moment I saw his eyes glare at So who was sleeping on his back in front of the door of the room.
On the doorstep of the room, I said, "I'll take care of you here."
I closed the door to her room, then sat leaning right in front of So who was sleeping. Tonight the four of us all fell asleep outside.
The next day, he sat in our confinement. My colleagues tried to dig up information by asking about various things that happened during the riots. They want to make him a news source. Unfortunately, he didn't answer our questions at all. Even when Aoba tries to translate their questions through an automatic language app.
"Have your wounds improved?" tanyaku who instantly got automatic voice translation from the application on my laptop.
He looked at his bandaged hand then nodded.
"Sorry, do you still have a brother?" ask again.
He bowed weakly while shaking his head.
"Died?"
He nodded with a sad look. I didn't continue to ask. For a moment this room was quiet. The four of us negotiated for him. All three of my colleagues agreed that I would take the woman to the safest refugee camp with full facilities. While they can not come because they have to find the latest information. Eiji will replace my position in covering the live broadcast later.
"Do you want to take her?" I asked while pointing at Aoba.
He nodded quickly.
"Can't." Eiji shook his hands. "You two girls. Very dangerous!"
Aoba is Eiji's lover, it's only natural that he won't let her drive the woman.
Aoba took the woman's hand off her arm. "really. You can't count on me. Even though we're headed for the safest camp, but all the way through it's very vulnerable."
So patted my shoulder while saying to the woman. "Calm down, this friend of ours is a former Japanese Self-Defense Force. He is also a judo expert. You'll be safe with her."
Our eyes are looking at. I don't think he had a choice to reject me.
I drove him to the Rakban refugee camp located around the desert area. From the info we get, this place is safe from all attacks by rebels and radical groups. Also, far from the location of the war.
We had to use public bus transport because it was quite a long way away. Before entering, they perform checks to prevent intruders. Naturally, during the tragedy of the war there were many cases of suicide bombs launched in buses. My different face from the other passengers made the bus driver look at me intently. I immediately issued an identification as a Japanese media journalist.
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