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My Barber My Gemini Fanfiction Boku No Gemini Fanfiction After Story

Name: My barber - My Gemini Fanfiction (Boku no Gemini Fanfiction) - After story

Author: Ngọc Thúy (Purple Stone)

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Chapter 1. I am lost? I am not lost?

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"Brother, will you come home today? Our family will stay up late to celebrate mom's birthday." A girly voice was ringing from the other side of my phone.

"Of course, I will." I cheerfully replied to my little sister, Charlotte, "And I will have my hair cut too. You will see how incredibly handsome I am."

Hehe.

I could hear her subtle laugh and her reply, "Ok, I and John will wait for it!"

Yeah, John and my sister have been married since this year's spring. What a happy couple they are!

Then Charlotte continued, "But brother, may you arrive about an hour earlier than midnight? John will be very happy if he has time to talk to you."

"Surely he will be happy; we are always close friends!" I secretly calculated the time in my head and answered her, "Ok, I will come home earlier!"

"Great, see you later, brother!"

"Yeah, see you later, my chubby sister!"

"I am not fat." She cut off her phone while I was still laughing.

First, I have already booked a schedule at my familiar barber shop. However, if I wanted to keep on time, I needed to find a different barber shop nearby.

Sighing

Suddenly, I saw a signboard in a small alley: "Barber Shop."

Could I trust this shady barber shop?

I came closer to reading the name of the barber shop.

"Barber Shop: Art"

What a flashy name!

Despite my doubt, my legs could not stop entering the barbershop in front of me.

When I sat on the chair in front of a big mirror in this shop, I realized how long my hair had become. I must definitely have focused so much on my work that I even forgot to take care of my appearance.

"Welcome, my dear customer. Which hairstyle would you like to have?" A high voice from the staff is ringing behind my back.

The barber was a young lady with long light brown hair.

I smiled to show my interest in this shop. "Are you a barber? Not a hairdresser?"

"Oh, so then a lady cannot become a barber?" She cheerfully answered my question with a question.

"A lady can become anyone she wants." I giggled with a relaxing face.

"Yes, in my opinion, whoever can create hairstyle art is definitely an incredible barber. It does not depend on a 'she' or a 'he'".

Pfffttt

How can I meet an interesting person like this?

She lively offered "So, do you like a more elegant hairstyle? I think it will match..."

"Oh no, just have my hair shorter. I like a comfortable and relaxing hairstyle. Don't you think it is suitable for my character?" I smiled at the reflection of my face in the mirror.

"Yes, I think so too. Then it will take you just a little bit of time." She started to move her beautiful scissors to cut my hair.

Then she continued to talk. I guessed she was the kind of person who could not bear silent time.

"With this positive character, I think you have never suffered any desperate stuff, right?" She exclaimed.

I can see a little bit of admiration in her words.

Should I always feel happy and never feel sad?

I lowered my eyes slightly. "How can a normal person never suffer sorrow, lady?"

Then her hands' movement stopped a little bit and immediately continued.

I can clearly feel a little bit of confusion in her small face.

"Ah..." She suddenly released a word, then stopped it and hesitated to talk again.

"Uhm..." She was still lost in her words.

Pfftt

"You're like a small squirrel whose mouth is full of food!" I joked to break the hesitating atmosphere.

As if she had decided something in her mind, she cleared her throat and asked me with her bright smile, "So which sorrow did you suffer? If you feel comfortable, you can share it with me."

How could I share my story easily with a strange person who I just met for the first time?

Nevertheless, if I said 'no', maybe she would feel upset. So I decided just to give an unclear answer as a polite gesture.

"It is about my family. You see, family is very important to a person."

"Yeah, I see." She raised her happy voice again. I thought my answer was enough to satisfy her.

She was so easy to please.

But why did I have the feeling that she liked to hear an unclear answer rather than a clear answer from me?

"Then how can you overcome those difficulties?" She continued to ask.

I surprisingly looked at her. How can I answer if I still have not overcome the great loss that my brother's death left behind in my heart?

"I... relied on myself." I chose an unclear answer again.

"Yeah," She accepted my answer so easily, "And I still have my difficulties and sorrows in my family too. Do you want to hear the way I overcame mine?"

I nodded my head slightly.

Actually, I have just been afraid that she will ask me to tell my story in detail. If she did that, I would definitely shut my mouth, go out, and never come back to this barber shop again.

I did not want to tell her about my sorrow, but I thought it would be fine if I just heard her out.

Then she lowered her eyes and said, "I do not rely on myself, but I rely on a man, whose name is Jesus Christ."

"You relied on a man?" I was so surprised.

This lady, who looked very independent and alternative, solved her problems by relying on a man?

Shhhh

She shushed and then signaled for me to speak lower.

"Jesus is man, but he is God too. He is the one who created this universe and humanity." She said it to me.

"Lady, do you know that this country has banned spiritual stories and religions?" I opened my mouth surprisingly "You could be put in jail for execution!"

Our country was independent from the rest of the world. Our government and all citizens were materialists and did not believe in gods. Even ghost or angel stories were only told secretly by some students at schools.

The disturbance in her eyes became even greater. "Yes, I know, but..."

"How can you know?" I even did not know anything about gods or Jesus Christ, it was the first time I heard this name, "Are you an illegal immigrant?"

Her hands trembled and stopped cutting my hair, so I stood up from my chair and looked at her face to face.

With her worrying face, she nodded her head as confirmation that she was an illegal immigrant.

I amazingly realized that this lady had just slipped some words that could put her life in danger for a small talk with a stranger like me.

"Are you not afraid that I will denounce you?" I asked her.

"Yes, I am afraid. However, I could not help but tell you that the only way to live happily and peacefully in our human's heart is to rely on God, whose name is Jesus." And she raised her head to look into my eyes. "You look so painful that no normal person in this world could console you but Jesus."

"I have not told you anything. Is my pain or happiness so important to you?" I frowned.

"It is very important to God. I think today is the day God calls you, Jekyll." She smiled kindly.

It felt like a bomb exploding in my head when I heard her last word.

"What did you call me recently?" I asked confusingly.

"Jekyll? Oh, in my country, when we see someone kind and handsome, we will call that person 'Jekyll' with a smile." She answered me.

So it was just a coincidence.

I breathed a sigh of relief mixed with a feeling of weird regret.

I slightly scratched my head with my hand and suddenly remembered something. "Have you finished cutting my hair yet?" I should not be late then.

"Yes, I have finished it already."

I looked in the mirror and nodded my head. She told the truth.

Then I asked her for the fee and settled my payment.

"Do you want to know more about Jesus Christ, Jekyll?"

"My name is Hyde." I said it to her.

She blinked her eyes and praised, "It is a very beautiful name, Hyde." and she continued, "So then?"

"I am not sure; if I am ready, I will call your phone. Is it okay?" I gave her my answer.

"Ok, Hyde."

After taking her contact information, I took my leave.

Her name is Luz.

(To be continued)

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