나리타 공항의 여인 3
Ichiro grinned shyly, scratched his head again and peeped at her once more. He seemed he found something and started to enter message. So, I read.
≪ You'd better not believe that all pretty girls underwent the plastic surgeries because all Korean girls are addicted to plastic surgeries.≫
Yawning... Because of this point of view, I couldn't even start to speak about the beauty. Well, yes, I admit that I slightly felt embarrassed so that I got upset and started war.
≪ Anyway, She can't be a Japanese.≫
≪ Why not?. She can be. ≫
Ichiro answered.
≪ I don't think so. She's not a Japanese in my humble opinion. I think, she has a Korean appearance except the breasts.≫
At my biting remarks, he looked be upset.
≪ But, we are not in Korea. ≫
Ichiro disputed.
≪ I know, but Korean still can visit here like me and I have very keen eyes.≫
≪ She has more possibility to be a Japanese than to be a Korean, because we are in Japan.≫
insisted Ichiro.
≪ But we are in an airport that is just like a bus stop where foreigners come and go.≫
I insisted too.
≪ Do you meant that Japanese girls can't be beautiful like that?. ≫
Finally, Ichiro cast a provocative question. I accepted his challenge.
≪ I think Japanese girls might not have sense of beauty. So, they're not willing to offer the expedition to become prettier to themselves. Conversely, Korean girls want to undergo the plastic surgeries because their standards of beauty is higher.≫
≪ You're saying that Japanese girls don't desire to become beautiful even through the plastic surgery, because they don't have sense of beauty?.≫
“그런 말 들으니까 너도 기분 나쁘지?.”
I spoke in Korean. He didn't understand what I meant but his face froze. He obviously seemed to be agonizing because he thought he was insulted. Other people around us wondered about what we do putting heads together towards the phones.
'그러니까 누가 한국 여자들이 성형 중독이라고 말하랬어?.'
After a while, Ichiro spoke as if he doesn't have to yield yet.
“Ok, then, let's bet.”
Bet?... I realized how urgent he was because he didn't enter in the translator and spoke directly.
"Bet on what?."
“If she's Korean, I'll give you one hundred dollars.”
He kept speaking
“No, I'll set down the rule, then, I'll accept it.”
"Then, set down the rule."
"If she's Korean, I'll take her, if she's Japanese, I'll help you to take her. That's the rule. But why should we do this game?."
“Because you insulted Japanese mother right here in Japan in front of Japanese son. You insulted me.”
“But, You insulted Korean girls, the creature of god first.”
“Did I insult Koreans?.”
"Don't you remember?, or do you act like you don't remember?."
Long and difficult sentence should be entered in the translator.
≪ 너 분명 한국 여자들이 모두 성형에 중독되었다고 했잖아, 기억나?.≫
≪ You surely mentioned that all Korean girls are addicted to plastic surgeries. Remember?.≫
“It's not an insult but a truth according to news of today.”
≪ Yes, it seems to be true. But, it's not accurate. Korean girls or some other people are pretty even without plastic surgeries. That's also true.≫
≪ Do you think Japanese girls are uglier than Korean girls?.≫
≪ Ugliest in the world. ≫
Ichiro looked really upset at this time. So I quickly lowered my tail. Because making a friend is better than making a enemy.
“Hey, It's joke!, I'm kidding you man!. Don't take it too seriously. I just wanted to talk.”
He looked confused when I smiled. He might have thought that I played games.
"You can calll me John. Nice to meet you!."
My name is baptized name Ji Yohan. It's so called John. My friend called me Jijon. They sometimes call me Jonman. Ichiro made himself clear about the bet after a while.
≪ I'll ask her right now whether she's Korean or Japanese.≫
"Ok, call!."