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Para cualquiera sentado esa noche en la cafetería, el hombre joven rubio y pelilargo, de gafas plateadas y ojos color miel, junto con la niña pequeña rubia y de ojos azules aferrada a él, bien podía tomarse por la viva imagen de un padre disfrutando con su hija de una salida divertida fuera de casa. Pero para el hombre en cuestión, la espera en la cafetería se había convertido en un asunto de vida o muerte.

- Otoosan... papi... ¿Por qué okaasan no nos quiere? ¿Por qué quería hacerte daño? –

La vocecita de Yuriko, que estaba sentada en su regazo abrazándolo, hizo que su padre suspirara por enésima vez esa noche. A estas alturas de la situación en la que se encontraban era más fácil explicarle la teoría de la relatividad de Einstein que responder esa inocente pregunta.

- No... lo sé Yuriko... pero tu papi... siempre estará contigo... mi amor, por ahora... sólo... necesitas saber... eso. –

Souichi no había terminado de hablar, cuando la sensación de ahogo volvió a acometerle. Respiraba mal y estaba mareado desde que Mariko le había acuchillado, pero era un cuchillo pequeño ¿no? Ahora, estaban esperando a Isogai en una cafetería veinte minutos después del terrible incidente, pero la angustia no dejaba su pecho.

Aunque había revisado que Mariko estuviese respirando bien cuando salieron de casa, no estaba seguro de cuál podía ser su estado de salud ni tampoco sabía que tan mal podía estar ella, sencillamente estaba aterrorizado de despertarla y que pudiera volver a agredirle a él o a su hija.

Desde el taxi que los trajo al punto de encuentro, además de llamar a emergencias médicas para que enviaran una ambulancia al apartamento donde habían quedado inconsciente Mariko, el profesor también había llamado a la línea de la policía y había informado de la situación. Cuando le dijeron que esperara en su domicilio, Souichi explicó que necesitaba dejar a su niña al cuidado de alguien y que luego se presentaría a las autoridades.

- ¿Y a quién estamos esperando papito?... Jaaaauummm - volvió a preguntar inocentemente su niña mientras ahogaba un bostezo. Estaba exhausta.

- A un... amigo que... nos ayudará – un bastardo desvergonzado llamado Isogai... tsk – pórtate... bien Yuriko, el... tío Isogai... te caerá bien – le respondió su padre intentando no dormirse. Souichi bajó la mirada justo en el momento en que su niña se acomodó y se quedó dormida. Se veía tan hermosa, pensó sonriendo su padre mientras recordaba la primera vez que la sostuvo en sus brazos...

- Felicidades Tatsumi-san, es el afortunado padre de una niña sana que ha pesado 3100 gramos. Póngase esta bata para que pueda pasar a ver a su esposa y a su bebé. A la bebita la hemos dejado tomando la leche de su esposa - le dijo la enfermera, mientras le entregaba la bata para ponerse en la zona especial para mujeres que recién habían dado a luz.

Sin embargo, cuando entró a la habitación, Mariko estaba sentada en la cama con el rostro desencajado y las manos tapando los oídos, mientras a su lado sobre la cama la niña lloraba a todo pulmón.

-Souchi por favor llevátela de aquí, busca un biberón y dale de comer... yo estoy muy cansada para hacerlo- le dijo Mariko haciendo un mohín, mientras se acomodaba para dormir dándole la espalda a su bebé.

Enojo, amargura, rabia, frustración... las ganas de golpear a su esposa recién parida eran muy grandes cuando vio la indiferencia con la que esta trataba a la bebé, pero el llanto agudo de su hija fue más fuerte que cualquier cosa que estuviera sintiendo en ese momento y lo empujó a moverse.

El pelilargo se acercó entonces con timidez a la pequeña, envuelta en un bulto de mantas sobre la cama, y la tomó con cuidado en sus brazos. Sólo había cargado antes a Tomoe y luego a Kanako cuando eran bebés y en pocas ocasiones, porque siempre lo hacía su okaasan.

La visión de su hija chillando con la cara enrojecida era la cosa más hermosa que había visto sobre la tierra. Era encantadora con su pelo corto y claro, sus deditos gorditos y los puños cerrados. Embelesado, la cargó contra su pecho mientras la mecía suavemente lo que poco a poco la fue calmando. Entonces el nuevo padre le pidió un biberón a las enfermeras, que se miraron extrañadas entre ellas antes de sacar uno ya preparado y entregárselo.

Mientras miraba extasiado como su niña chupaba el biberón, pensó en lo preciosa que se veía esa mañana y en el aroma a azahar que exhalaba.

Mientras le daba a su hija su primer alimento, Souichi se sintió en paz y feliz por primera vez en mucho, pero mucho, tiempo...exactamente desde la última vez que despertó en brazos de Tetsuhiro un domingo...

—Te llamarás Yuriko... mi pequeño lirio japonés—

Con tristeza secó el amago de una lágrima que amenazaba con escurrirse, e intentó concentrarse en todo lo que tenía por delante para hacer. Encontrarse con Isogai, dejar a Yuriko a su cuidado mientras hablaba con su familia y conseguía un abogado... ¡Diablos cómo le dolían las heridas!

- Isogai es un bastardo arrogante... pero es la única persona confiable que conozco acá en Tokyo... – pensó avergonzado. Nunca habían sido amigos, y sin embargo Isogai, se preocupaba lo suficiente por él para ayudarle ahora que él lo necesitaba. Ahora podía ver por qué Kanako y Tomoe lo estimaban tanto.

— ¿Souichi-Kun ya estás preparado para una noche de karaoke?— escuchó la voz estentórea de Isogai que entraba sonriente a la cafetería.

Sin embargo, la sonrisa del hombre de negocios se borró automáticamente de su rostro cuando vio el estado lamentable del hombre de cabello largo. Hacía más de tres años que no se veía con él pero ya no quedaba nada del tirano que era ni de la actitud violenta y desafiante que siempre mantenía, en su lugar su rostro sólo mostraba angustia y tristeza, tampoco lo recordaba tan delgado y pálido, parecía que no tenía fuerzas ni para ponerse de pie y sólo estaba allí sentado, rodeando con el brazo que no tenía en un cabestrillo hechizo, a una preciosa niñita dormida en su regazo, muy parecida a él.

— Ayuda... a Yuriko... por... favor...—

— ¡Pe- pero Souichi! ¡¿Qué te ha pasado?! ¡Estás pálido como un muerto!... ¿Ella es tu hija?— Isogai se sentó frente a él mientras lo bombardeaba a preguntas.

—Shhhhh... baja... la voz... Mariko, mi... esposa... me... atacó y le iba a... hacer... daño... a Yu... Yuriko...— Lo último que percibió Souichi antes que las tinieblas se cerraran a su alrededor fueron los gritos de alarma de Isogai.

—o0o—

—Pues yo sí escuché unos gritos que venían del apartamento, pero luego no escuché más nada oficial— el hombre mayor, enfundado en una manta, se encontraba en la puerta de su apartamento respondiendo preguntas mientras las patrullas policiales y la ambulancia rodeaban el complexo de edificios.

— ¿Y esto pasaba a menudo?— preguntó el kovani con un tinte de irritación traspasando su voz.

Detrás de él, los paramédicos que venían en la ambulancia atendía a una mujer llorosa mientras sujetaba en su cabeza una compresa para detener el sangrado de una herida. Del piso salían y entraban los técnicos encargados de la investigación forense con sus maletines y aparatos con los que analizaban toda la escena. Por último había otro kovani como él en el apartamento del otro vecino haciendo preguntas.

—Eeeehhhh... bueno, yo no soy nadie para decir las cosas, pero peleaban bastante seguido... y la niña lloraba mucho. Hace como un mes, la pequeña salió corriendo despavorida de la casa y él fue tras ella. Yo iba llegando ese día a casa y pude ver que la niña tenía un verdugón en el rostro. Se veía muy enojado, aunque la niña se calmó apenas la tomó en brazos—

— ¿Y por qué demonios no llamaste antes a la policía idiota?— quería gritarle el oficial al hombre. De ser así no estarían esta noche aquí ayudando a una pobre mujer maltratada por su marido...

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

For anyone sitting that night in the cafeteria, young man pelilargo, silver glasses and eyes honey, along with the blonde little girl with blue eyes and blonde cling to it, well could take by the spitting image of a father enjoying with her daughter in a funny House out. But for the man in question, the wait in the cafeteria had become a matter of life or death.-Otoosan... Daddy... why okaasan don't want us? Why would he want to do you harm? –The voice of Yuriko, was sitting in his lap, hugging it, made her father sighed for the umpteenth time that night. At this point in the situation in which they were was easier to explain the theory of relativity by Einstein that answer that innocent question.-No... I know it Yuriko... but your Daddy... will always be with you... my love, for now... only... you need to know... that. –Souichi had not finished speaking, when the feeling of breathlessness returned to tackle him. It was breathing poorly and was dizzy since Mariko had stabbed him, but was a small knife? Now, they were waiting for Isogai at a cafe twenty minutes after the terrible incident, but anguish I kept his chest.Although he had revised that Mariko is breathing well when they left the House, wasn't sure what could be their State of health or did not know that so badly could be her, it was simply terrified of waking her and who could go back to attack him or his daughter.From the taxi that brought them to the meeting point, in addition to call emergency medical so that an ambulance be sent to the apartment where he had been unconscious Mariko, Professor had also called the police line and had been informed of the situation. When he was told to wait at his home, Souichi explained that he needed to leave her daughter in the care of someone and that would then be presented to the authorities.- And we are waiting for Daddy who?... Jaaaauummm - he returned to innocently ask her child while drowned a yawn. I was exhausted.-A a... friend... will help us - a shameless bastard called Isogai... tsk - behave... well Yuriko, the... Uncle Isogai... you will fall well - he replied his father trying to not fall asleep. Souichi looked down at the very moment in which your child is accommodated and fell asleep. It looked so beautiful, he thought smiling his father as he recalled the first time that held it in his arms...-Congratulations Tatsumi-san, is the lucky father of a healthy baby girl who has weighed 3100 grams. Put on this gown so that you can go to see his wife and their baby. To the baby we have stopped it taking the milk of his wife - told the nurse, while delivering you the robe to the special area for women who had recently given birth.However, when he entered the room, Mariko was sitting on the bed with the ghost face and hands covering your ears, while beside her on the bed the girl cried at all lung.-Souchi llevatela here, please find a bottle and dale eating... I'm too tired to do so - told Mariko doing a mohin, while it accommodated sleeping with his back to his baby.Anger, bitterness, rage, frustration... the desire to beat his wife recently gave birth were very big when he saw the indifference with which it was to the baby, but the high-pitched cry of his daughter was stronger than anything I was feeling at that moment and pushed him to move.The pelilargo then approached timidly to the small, wrapped in a bundle of blankets on the bed, and took her gently in his arms. Only had loaded before Tomoe and then to Kanako when they were babies and rarely, because his okaasan always did.The vision of her daughter squealing with reddened face was the most beautiful thing I had seen upon the Earth. It was lovely with her hair short and clear, his chubby fingers and fists closed. Spellbound, loaded it against your chest while rocking her gently which was gradually calming it. Then the new father asked a bottle to the nurses, who looked extrañadas among them before removing one already prepared and give it to him.As I watched entranced as his little girl sucked the bottle, he thought of how precious that looked that morning and the scent of orange blossom that exhaled.While his first food giving her daughter, Souichi felt at peace and happy for the first time in much, but much, time... exactly since the last time that woke up in the arms of Tetsuhiro Sunday...-Call you Yuriko... my small Japanese Lily-The hint of a tear that threatened to slip, and tried to concentrate on everything I had to go to make dried up with sadness. Meet Isogai, leave Yuriko in his care while he spoke with his family and got a lawyer... heck how you hurt the wounds!-Isogai is an arrogant bastard... but is the only reliable person I know here in Tokyo--thought embarrassed. They had never been friends, and Isogai, however cared enough for him to help him now that he needed it. I could now see why Kanako and Tomoe felt it both.-Souichi-Kun already are prepared for a night of karaoke? - hear the stentorian voice of Isogai which walked smiling into the cafeteria.However, the smile of the businessman was deleted automatically from his face when he saw the unfortunate state of the man with long hair. It was more than three years did not see him but no longer had none of the tyrant who was not violent and defiant attitude that always kept, instead his face only showed anxiety and sadness, nor remembered him as slender and pale, seemed to not have forces or to stand and was only there sat surrounding with the arm that wasn't in a sling spell, a precious little girl asleep in her lap, very similar to it.-Helps... Yuriko...... Please...--Pe - but Souichi! What happened you? You're pale as a dead!... is she your daughter?-Isogai sat in front of him while he bombed it to questions.-Shhhhh... low voice...... Mariko, my wife...... me... attacked and was going to... to... hurt... Yu... Yuriko... - the latest perceived Souichi before darkness closed to its around were the cries of alarm of Isogai.-o0o--I yes I heard some shouts coming from the apartment, but then I didn't hear most anything official-the elderly man, sheathed in a blanket, stood in the door of his apartment answering questions while police patrols and the ambulance surrounded the complex of buildings.- And this happens often - asked the kovani with a tinge of anger through his voice.Behind him, the paramedics who came in the ambulance attended a tearful woman while holding a compress on his head to stop the bleeding of a wound. The floor went and entered the technicians responsible for the forensic investigation with their briefcases and appliances that were analyzed by the whole scene. Finally there was another kovani as it in the apartment of another neighbor asking questions.-Eeeehhhh... well, I'm not one to say things, but they fought quite often... and the girl cried a lot. A month ago, small ran werecat House and he was behind it. I was coming that day to House and could see that the girl had a Welt on his face. He was very angry, although the girl calmed just took her in her arms-- And why demons not called before the police an idiot? - I wanted to scream the officer to the man. If so, it would not be this evening here helping a poor woman abused by her husband...

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

For anyone sitting that night in the cafeteria, the young man blond, long-haired, silver-glasses and brown eyes, along with the little blond, blue-eyed clutching his little girl, well I could take the picture of a father enjoying his daughter a fun outing away from home. But for the man in question, waiting in the cafeteria had become a matter of life or death. - Otoosan ... Daddy ... Why okaasan not want us? Why did he want to hurt you? - The little voice Yuriko, who was sitting on his lap hugging him, made ​​his father sighed for the umpteenth time that night. At this point in the situation in which they found it was easier to explain the theory of relativity Einstein innocent to answer that question. - No ... I know ... but your daddy Yuriko ... always with you .. . My love for now ... just ... you need to know ... that. - Souichi had not finished speaking when breathlessness again was seized. Breathing evil and was dizzy from that Mariko had stabbed him, but it was a small knife is not it? Now they were waiting for Isogai in a cafeteria twenty minutes after the terrible incident, but the anguish kept his chest. Although he had revised Mariko were breathing well when they left home, I was not sure what could be his health nor knew she could so bad room, I was simply terrified to wake her and he could return to attack him him or his daughter. From the taxi that brought them to the meeting point, besides calling medical emergencies to send an ambulance to the apartment where Mariko had been knocked unconscious, the teacher had also called the police line and was informed of the situation. When told to wait at home, Souichi explained that he needed to leave your child in the care of someone and then be submitted to the authorities. - And who are expecting daddy ... Jaaaauummm - innocently asked again his girl while I stifle a yawn. She was exhausted. - A friend ... ... help us - a shameless bastard called Isogai ... tsk - Yuriko behave ... well, the uncle Isogai ... well ... you fall - answered his father trying not to fall asleep. Souichi looked just at the moment your child is settled and fell asleep. She looked so beautiful, he thought his father smiling as she remembered the first time I held her in his arms ... - Congratulations Tatsumi-san, is the lucky father of a healthy baby girl who weighed 3100 grams. Get this robe so you can go to see his wife and baby. To the baby the we stopped taking milk from his wife - told the nurse, as she handed the gown to be in the area especially for women who had just given birth. However, when he entered the room, Mariko sat in bed with a distorted face and hands covering ears while beside her on the bed the girl cried so loudly. -Souchi please take her out of here, looking for a bottle and feed him ... I'm very tired Mariko told to do so pouting, as he settled her back to sleep your baby. Anger, bitterness, anger, frustration ... the desire to beat his wife had just given birth were great when I saw the indifference with this was the baby, but the sharp cries of her daughter was stronger than anything I was feeling at that time and pushed him to move. The longhaired then approached shyly at the small, wrapped in a bundle of blankets on the bed, and took her in his arms carefully. There was only charged before Tomoe and then Kanako as babies and rarely, because he always did his okaasan. The sight of his daughter screaming red-faced was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen on earth. It was lovely with her ​​short fair hair, his thick fingers and fists. Entranced, loaded against his chest as he rocked gently so slowly subsided. Then the new father asked him a bottle nurses who looked extrañadas between them before taking one already prepared and hand. As I watched entranced as her daughter sucked the bottle, thinking how beautiful she looked that morning and the aroma orange blossoms exhaled. As he gave his daughter her first food, Souichi felt at peace and happy for the first time in a long, long, time ... exactly since the last time you woke up in the arms of Tetsuhiro a Sunday .. . I'll call my little Yuriko ... lily Japanese- dried Sadly the threat of a tear that threatened to slip and tried to concentrate on what lay ahead for. Isogai meet, Yuriko leave their care while talking to your family and getting a lawyer ... how ached Devils wounds! - Isogai is an arrogant bastard ... but the only reliable person I know here in Tokyo ... - he thought embarrassed. They had never been friends, and yet Isogai, cared enough about him to help him now that he needed. Now I could see why Kanako and Tomoe it felt so much. - Souichi-Kun you're ready for a night of karaoke -. he heard the loud voice of Isogai who came smiling to the cafeteria But smile businessman automatically erased from his face when he saw the sorry state of man with long hair. For more than three years that was not seen with him but there was nothing of the tyrant who was not violent and defiant attitude that always kept in place his face showed only anxiety and sadness, neither remembered so thin and pale, It seemed to have no strength to stand up and was just sitting there with his arm around that did not spell in a sling, a precious little girl asleep in her lap, much like it. - Help ... Yuriko. .. from ... please ...- - Pe- but Souichi! What happened to you?! You're pale as death ... Is she your daughter -?. Isogai sat facing him while bombarding questions Shhhhh ... low ... the voice ... Mariko, my wife ... ... ... he attacked me and he was going to ... do ... damage ... to Yu ... Yuriko ...- last thing Souichi felt before the darkness closed around him were shouting Isogai alarm. -o0o- yes Well I heard screams coming from the apartment, but then no more nothing officially heard the older man, dressed in a blanket, was at the door of his apartment while answering questions patrols police and ambulance around the Complex of buildings. - And this happened often -. He asked the kovani with a tinge of irritation in transgressing his voice behind him, the paramedics who came in the ambulance attending a weeping woman while holding on his head a compress to stop bleeding from a wound. Floor left and entered the technicians responsible for the forensic investigation with their briefcases and apparatus with which analyzed the scene. Finally there was another kovani like him in the apartment of another neighbor asking questions. -Eeeehhhh ... well, I'm not one to say things, but quite often fought ... and the girl cried a lot. About a month ago, she ran terrified small house and he went after her. I was coming home that day and saw that the girl had a welt on his face. He looked very angry, although she could hardly calmed down he took her in his arms - Why the hell did not you call before the idiot police - the official wanted to yell at the man. If so would not be here tonight to help a poor woman abused by her husband ...