Thank you to my readers for waiting so patiently. To be honest I'm really stressed these days about a lot of things...things like finding a full time job, and a bit depressed that no matter how hard I try, I'm still unable to score one. Failed interview one after the other for ones that I want, and having a terrible time to keep commuting 4 hours each day for this one...Heck, even my younger brother has an internship and is faster on the way to building a meaningful career than I am...it's just really shitty. Life isn't the way I thought it to be...and it's hard to have my hopes crushed again and again. Needless to say, I've been feeling quite down...which is why I really didn't have the mood to translate Hapi Mari. I really appreciate those who keep visiting, but at the same time, I ask for others to please be more polite. Yes, the Dear Brother summaries are not entirely exciting, but you don't have to read if you don't want to. I love translating for an audience, but at the same time the blog is an extension of myself and what I want to do. It's for you for the stories that don't get picked up by English scanlators right away, but it's also for me. And I hope to keep it that way. I'll promise to try though to make more often updates and eventually finish it. So, picking up from where I left off last time...
Hokuto contrived to affect a grimace, but I urged him on our way to our private beach. Honestly there isn't any part of this island that isn't private, but according to the hotel, they cordon off a part of the beach especially for guests to designate it as private. When we arrived, there was no other person in sight, nothing but us walking among the sparkling white sands. Everywhere you looked there were only the endless skies and ocean, the boundary so hazy between the two you can lose yourself.
"Isn't it a relief there's no one?" I laugh as I reach my hand out for his.
"Are we really doing this? Holding hands while we walk along the beach?" Hokuto frowns.
"You said you would do it, didn't you? Don't grumble about it now."
I reach out once again, and he reluctantly takes my hand.
"It's not like we're a love-struck couple in high school."
"No matter how old you get, it's a girl's dream."
"You're not a girl anymore," he jabs. I promptly kick him on the shin.