Chapter Seven: Searching for Tamayo
[The sun rises, bright light fills the room, and the sounds of beautiful birds chirp, but inside, chaos ruins the Japanese décor.]
[Mehmed, sleeping like the dead, moves and slaps his hand on Hudhaifa's face, mumbling]: I want my money…
[Hudhaifa wakes up, shocked, looking around]: I… I passed, by the way… in high school, Dad?
"He looks around and goes back to sleep like a bull."
[Elsewhere on another mat, Ali sleeps angrily while Moamen hugs him from behind, mumbling]: Mitsuri… come here…
[He wraps his hand around Ali's waist, who instantly slaps him and shouts]: Listen, I'm not Mitsuri, you jerk!
[Moamen frowns upon waking]: You were supposed to finish the scene, man, and rub…
[Ali shouts and punches Moamen in the face]: How are you only twelve, you… Hamdi the little minister?
"Away from the chaos, a sweet brotherly moment between Moaz and Iyad."
[Iyad sleeps beside his unconscious brother Moaz, holding his hand, mumbling]: Hmmm… warm…
[Mazen, awake and bored, sighs]: God, give me someone I can nag.
[He looks around]: Wow, total chaos, aghh.
[He rubs his left thigh from Moamen's bite yesterday, mumbling]: May God take you, Moamen.
[Footsteps in the hallway: a hotel worker knocks, smiling.]
[Mazen opens the door, sighing]: What do you want, man?
[The man smiles at Mazen]: Room rental, young man.
[Mazen frowns at him]: Rent? Wait a second.
"Mazen looks at his friends and the chaos. Suddenly, before he can speak, Ali appears with his curly fluffy hair, glaring coldly at the man."
[Ali, rudely]: What do you want?
[The man sweats, smiling nervously]: Uh… room rental… tonight?
[Ali, coldly]: Tonight? How much?
[The man takes out a small notebook, smiling]: The room is 10 yen, bandages and medicine 7 yen, doctor's analysis 3 yen, and sake 8 yen.
[Ali rubs his chin, curious]: Sake? But we ordered apple juice, right, Mazen?
[Mazen holds the bottle, inspecting it]: I can't read Japanese… but it has a picture of an apple.
[Moamen, beside him, holding the bottle]: Guys, it's really sake… I dreamed I was with Mi…
[Ali slaps Moamen's face]: Shut up!
[The man rubs his hands, smiling]: Now pay up.
[Ali counts, asking]: Any discount or something?
[Hudhaifa quietly]: Then let's talk again.
"Meanwhile, discussions among the others—Mehmed, Mazen, Hudhaifa, Ali, and Moamen in a circle."
[Ali whispers his opinion]: We should overthrow and kill the guy.
[Hudhaifa sighs, shaking his head]: Of course not 🙅♂️.
[Moamen raises his hand]: We give him money normally… or Mazen's pants.
[Mazen looks surprised]: Why me? And why can't our money work? I tried giving one hundred yen once and she refused.
[Everyone looks at Mazen, Hudhaifa
whispers to Mehmed]: Honestly, I'll try to think with a pure intention.
[Mehmed sighs calmly]: Alright, guys… let's think…
[Ali interrupts, shouting]: Coup, let's go!
"The five continue arguing when suddenly the man intervenes, smiling."
[Man, calmly]: Honestly, you can work with us… or leave.
[Moamen raises his finger at the man]: Walk away.
[Hudhaifa places his hand on Moamen's mouth]: Shut up.
"While the Egyptians argue angrily, a woman appears behind the man. She's in her mid-thirties, smiling, with black hair falling to her shoulders, slender and elegant, wearing a pink kimono with flowers. She introduces herself as Misaki."
[Misaki smiles politely at the Egyptians]: Hello, young foreign guests.
[The Egyptians stop, Mazen whispers to Hudhaifa]: This is the lady Moamen tried to flirt with.
[Ali sighs, glancing at Moamen]: Any interest in a woman?
[Moamen, nervous, crosses his arms, looking away]: Hmmm? No.
[Misaki laughs politely, smiling]: I heard your story and about your patient… you won't pay for the stay, but…
[Everyone, curious, in unison]: But what?
[Misaki places a finger on her lips]: For a
week… then you'll leave.
[Ali whispers to Hudhaifa]: Can I kill her?
[Hudhaifa slaps him without hesitation]: Since when am I your psycho brother?
[Mazen raises his hand, smiling]: Listen, lady…?
[Moamen slaps him without hesitation]: Lady? Rocket, dude.
[Misaki laughs gently]: Alright, young ones… my name is Misaki Sato. What are your names?
"The Egyptians are charmed by her voice, manners, and looks, introducing themselves politely, except Ali… he wants to kill her after introductions. They sit quietly in the living room; Misaki sits properly on her knees on a tatami mat, serving tea. Iyad and Moamen eat meat greedily after waking."
[Misaki, smiling]: So you say you're from another country… fascinating. Your strange language and appearance…
[Mehmed smiles at Misaki]: Honestly… yes, you could say that.
[Ali sarcastically]: Soft kid, learn something.
[He drinks, shouting]: My throat… oooohh!
[Hudhaifa sips calmly, mumbling]: Honestly, this family is crazy.
[Iyad, curious and worried]: Miss Misaki… will my brother survive?
[Ali, tongue out from the sip]: Shall we prepare a funeral?
[Moamen, mouth full]: This meat is so good… what kind of meat is it?
[Misaki laughs, answering]: Wild boar.
[Moamen's eyes widen, whispering]: Boar? Yuck!
[He throws the plate at Ali, shouting]: First alcohol, now boar meat… I'm going to hell!
[Moamen leaves the room vomiting, Ali
cleans his face angrily]: You animal, Moamen, I'll hit you!
[A worker sighs, whispering]: This chaos is really too much… I don't understand.
[Hudhaifa quietly to Misaki]: Please… tell me about Moaz's condition… is there a cure?
[Misaki becomes serious]: Honestly, he's in bad shape… still unconscious… the arteries look black from the poison.
[Misaki sighs, continuing]: There is a solution… a brilliant lady doctor can help… I heard she lives in one of the districts.
[Mazen's eyes light up]: Grandma Tamayo! It has to be her.
[Ali, coldly, sarcastically]: Your crush… is a grandma?
[Mazen, sarcastically]: Honestly… you'll like Tamayo.
[Misaki sighs, smiling]: Alright… I'll provide many things, but starting tomorrow, you'll work at the hotel. Here you go, young ones.
[Ali mutters coldly]: I'll kill her for real.
[Hudhaifa, to himself]: Hope nothing bad happens.
[Mehmed smiles, rubbing his chin]: Hmmm… hope there's good pay.
"In another corner, in a dark room, Moaz still sleeps, sweating, breathing shallowly and weakly; his neck veins are black, mumbling."
[Moaz, whispering]: Ugh… my head… quiet…
"End of Chapter Seven. To be continued in Chapter Eight: The Beginning of the Search and Hotel Chaos."
[😇Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll try to post at least once a week… thank you!]