280 – Mother-in-law’s love for son-in-law
Three days later, December 30th.
Since Karen’s house is located in the suburbs with less foot traffic, we decided to gather in front of Shibuya Station and go together.
Normally, they would take the bus, but thankfully, Boris, Sasha’s bodyguard, seems to have offered to drive her to the mansion himself.
So we gathered in front of the statue of Hachi without any worries.
“Oh, I’m here. I’m here.”
“Am I in last place?”
“Oh, the class president is the last one.”
“Kuuu! Even if it wasn’t far from home!”
The group D members of the forest school have reunited after a long time.
Actually, Karen doesn’t belong to this member because she’s in the class next to her, but since she went with her in almost most situations, she felt sorry for her when she left.
“Then let’s start soon. Time has been delayed since everyone has joined.”
“Sorry, I’m late…”
“This is within the margin of error, so it’s okay. Even if it’s not the class president, it’s only been about 5 minutes since everyone gathered.”
“What? You just said that Momochi waited a long time.”
“That guy is the one who came last, except for the class president.”
“…….”
As the class president realized the truth and stared at him with axe eyes, Satoru sneakily ran away.
Honestly, it is self-sufficient.
“Momochi! You’re not coming here?!”
“aaagh! Sorry!”
The class president chases after him almost to death, and Satoru runs away to save his life.
The fierce chase between the two ended when Satoru hit Boris’s head on Boris’s wide chest and fell to the ground.
“Ouch…! Sorry… Hee!”
“Are you okay boy?”
Satoru’s complexion turns pale when he realizes that the person he ran into was a foreigner with a tremendously muscular body.
But Boris, the person in charge, didn’t seem to care.
When he reached out his hand to Satoru, who fell down with a calm face, Satoru stood up holding his hand with a stiff face.
“So, sorry. My Mistake… Uh… May I Help You?”
I was so nervous that I didn’t even realize that he was speaking Japanese.
Rather than that, what is May I Help You here, May I Help You.
“That guy met the right person.”
“Good, well.”
While exchanging opinions about Satoru with Ryuji, we silently watched him fidgeting with Boris from behind.
To be honest, Boris’ appearance is more ferocious than mine.
With his height approaching 2m, and one of the essential conditions for a strong man, his bald head, stern face, and knife marks all over his body, he had the power to make even the most yakuza roll their tail and run away.
How would such a Boris look to his normal high school boy, Satoru?
It must be at the level of a walking human weapon.
“I don’t need help, boy. Take care of yourself first.”
Okay or not, Boris said that once again at his own pace, exuding a manly atmosphere, and directly stood Satoru up.
“Thank you!”
Satoru bows down with an expression of emotion at Boris.
I felt like I was losing steam because of something different from what I expected.
I thought that the Satoru I knew would make a little more fuss.
“Then let’s go, young lady.”
After sorting out the situation, Boris said that, and when she opened the door of the 10-passenger car she had driven herself, Sasha was the first to board as if it were natural.
Then the other party noticed each other and started getting into the vehicle one by one.
Honestly, if Sasha didn’t call her directly, wouldn’t it be because she felt like she was being kidnapped by a foreign mafia organization?
I was the last to board and asked Satoru who was sitting next to me.
“Hey, wasn’t that what you were talking about earlier?”
Then what is Satoru talking about? He looked back and said.
“Yoo Seong-ah, isn’t Mr. Boris so damn cool?”
“…What?”
“I want to become a real man like that when I grow up. Shall I do some exercise next year?”
Satoru clenched his fists while saying that.
Just looking at it, I got the feeling that he had a strange wind.
Even so, the probability of three days of determination is high.
***
It was about 30 minutes after we arrived at Karen’s house.
As this was his first visit, Satoru looked at the huge mansion in front of him with his mouth wide open as he got out of the car.
“Wow, is this Karen’s house?”
“Is it too big?”
“Oh, to be honest, I didn’t expect it to be this big.”
Saying that, Satoru looked around the entire samurai mansion in admiration.
It’s been a while since I visited, but I still felt the unique and quiet atmosphere of the old house.
If you mix it a little, it is not strange even if it is registered as a cultural property tomorrow.
“Anyway, let’s stop chatting and go inside.”
“Is that so?”
I said that and willingly took the lead, and the rest of the group started to follow me like a baby duck chasing a mother duck.
As we led the party and approached the entrance of the mansion, a person came out as if waiting.
“Welcome everyone!”
This is Karen, the one and only daughter of this family.
Unlike the funky plain clothes I usually wear, I don’t know why, but I was wearing a normal kimono today.
As we approached, wondering what the hell was going on, someone popped out from the corner of the hallway as if we had been waiting and spoke to us.
“I’ve heard a lot of names from Karen. Is that Yuseong Kim?”
“Yes? Karen? Who are you by any chance?”
Then the red-haired beauty with an alluring atmosphere walked slowly and answered my question.
“I’m not enough, but I’m the one who becomes the mother of this child.”
Yes?
Are you Karen’s mother?
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***
Tojo Kiseki.
I saw Karen’s mother for the first time today, and no matter how I looked at it, I could only see Karen’s older sister with a slight age difference.
She asked her age just in case, and this person was also in her 40s. At this point, I wondered if it was only Ms. Lee Mi-ja who was authentically confronted with the traces of the years.
No matter how much you say it’s a cartoon world, why do you have so many periods that don’t fit your age?
While we were grumbling inwardly, we were guided by Mr. Kiseki to the banquet hall in the mansion.
“Wow, the house is really spacious. Isn’t it usually difficult to maintain when it’s this big?”
“Whoops, that’s true, but an old house has its own taste. Is this what you’ve been preparing for since you got married into this family?”
When Satoru, who can’t stop looking at a beautiful woman, asked with her excited face, Mr. Kiseki answered that in a soft voice.
“Sure! That’s what it was! Great!”
When will that guy grow up?
Anyway, Kiseki-san, who observed her while walking down the hallway, felt exactly like she was about 10 years older than Karen’s current appearance.
As if looking at Karen of the past, her straight bobbed hair swayed in red, and her long eyelashes, thin lips, and round forehead were the epitome of beauty.
Since the house is so large, it took about 10 minutes just to move from inside the house to the banquet hall, and in the process, I passed the Japanese garden I had seen before.
“Wow! It’s a carp!”
Rika loves the golden and red carp in the pond.
As she was watching that figure from behind, her class president sneaked up to me and asked.
“Hey, what the hell are Karen’s parents doing?”
“Why?”
“Somehow the atmosphere at home is unusual.”
As expected, it seems that Ayase saw through the essence in an instant.
However, since personal privacy is at stake, I decided not to comment.
Then, Ayase said, “Woo-ssi! Wait and see!” And left, but to be honest, I wonder if she would have realized it sooner rather than me.
It seems like we hid because we were hiding on our own, but people who looked like yakuza were still hiding all over the building and spying on us.
Looks like Karen is getting a lot of love.
In the meantime, we arrived at the banquet hall.
“Come on, come inside.”
Mr. Kiseki personally opened the door to the banquet hall, and what was prepared inside was an extravagant Japanese-style dinner.
“Wow!”
Ayase’s expression brightens up in an instant.
From what I saw, I’m thinking that I should get closer to Karen from now on.
Anyway, we sat in our assigned seats, and the food was laid out on the individual tables as if the legs were bent.
“I don’t have anything prepared, but a lot of people eat it.”
Mr. Kiseki smiles like a typical friend’s mother.
After taking our seats, we chanted “I will eat well!” And raised our chopsticks.
It was dinner time, and everyone was hungry.
***
“Yooseong-kun? Would you like to try this too?”
“Yes? Oh, yes. Thank you.”
“The plump mackerel is delicious. You must try it.”
“Oh, yes.”
“If it’s not enough, can you bring me more rice? If you’re big, I think you’ll eat a lot.”
“Thank you.”
And now, I was at a loss for attention from Mr. Kiseki pouring right next to me.
I have a lot of other friends, but I was recommending all sorts of side dishes by picking one.
“Mom!”
In the end, Karen, who couldn’t stand it, came back with a red face! When I screamed out, Kiseki-san said with a sly face, “He’s giving it to me because he’s blessed to eat well.”
No matter how you look at it, it seems like they know that I’ve become like that with Karen, so they take care of me, but other kids who don’t know about our special relationship will feel like I’m outright favoritism.
Just like that guy.
“Ugh! Kim Yoo-seong! Did you have to take it all like that to feel refreshed?”
Where did you buy such a sturdy handkerchief?
Thought so, I shoveled the side dish Kiseki-san put on the spoon, along with the rice, into my mouth.