The day before the Laird Frontier Boys returned to their territory. We were inviting them to the Garant-owned woods. There is a strong hope for Noah. Here's Phee and Noah's tree house. Origa and her mother, Juanne, were surprised that she had never seen a treehouse since birth.
"Well, wow. Oh, my God. It's right over my house."
"That's amazing. Who the hell is this?
"My husband and I are Noah. It's made by two hands."
"You make everything."
When I tell the two eye-openers, Noah, who was next to me, proudly says: Origa has turned a respectful eye on that Noah.
"Noah made this too, didn't she?
"Yeah. Stay with me."
"Nice. I'd like to try."
Noah said to Origa, who felt intrigued and so on.
"Nana, do you want to come in?
"What? Can you stay? I want to see it."
"Well, let's go."
"Yeah."
We get along, and we go up the little treehouse stairs that Noah made with Fee.
"You're both totally friends now"
"Yeah, I'm glad."
Noah, a good friend, and when I dropped off Oliga, Phee and Laird Borderline uncle were talking in the back.
"Wow. This. Did you make it?
"Sort of."
"Fion can do anything. It's cunning that you're not just a man with a face."
"Don't stay away."
Laird Borderline Uncle and Fee originally seemed familiar and friendly. We heard they were the same age as each other. It seems Phee also had a little something to do with the fact that she had been visiting Laird Border Uncle since her bachelor years.
"What made you start building treehouses?
"My favorite girl's birthday present told me she wanted a home."
That's what I said when I was a kid. Fee had answered the same when Noah asked him how he started building treehouses. I guess I'll keep saying the same thing because it's always been about Fee. And I was ashamed of myself. Was that feeling on your face?
Laird Borderline Uncle said to Fee, as he realized when he looked at my face alternately.
"That girl must mean the wife, right?
"Oh."
"Nice. Since then, you two have been talking about each other?
Even though Phee nodded with few words, Juanne said with both hands together. In contrast, Borderline said, "Juanne," he raised his voice to blame. "I'm sorry," Juanne looks hazy, frightened.
It feels like I've said something extra.
"You say it without thinking about it…. I'm sorry, Yurika."
"Galvan. Don't blame Roma. Do it. She's not like the others. Because I know I didn't say it in a bad way."
I didn't immediately understand why Uncle Laird Borderline had apologized, but I noticed in Phee's remarks. Apparently, the Count of the Border considered me.
I was jealous of some people in the social world. The women, who had not often thought of marrying Captain Anton, who had attracted the attention of the women, were told that Anton had died and was now remarried to his brother-in-law and had done well to leave his stepchildren untouched.
The people who slap their pussies don't know what's going on here. It was ridiculous how boring people would react either way to blow it funny or funny, and I thought if I let go of the rumors, they would disappear one of these days.
Laird Borderline uncle seemed to wonder if my wife's remarks made me uncomfortable. Phee was my brother-in-law once, so to ask him if he'd thought of each other since he was a kid would be to say that he felt like he was getting something figured out.
If this was asked by someone unfriendly, wouldn't Fee and I have been having thoughts about each other since we were brother-in-law? Isn't that a false attitude? And I may have felt blamed, but one thing about Juanne, purely, has the two of them been thinking of each other for a long time? And all I could feel was being asked.
"Yurika. I'm sorry I lacked care. I'm indifferent to these things."
"No, it's okay because I didn't care at all."
"Good for you then. Actually, Mr. Fion is our cupid. So I was wondering if we could do something to help you, Fion, who has been troubled for so many years unilaterally. At that time, they said they wanted tickets to a painting exhibition, and I was hoping that the two of you would finally make progress."
"Ooh. Hey. Roma."
"Did Phee tell you all that?
Uncle and Mrs. Borderline and Phee seem to be quite close. I felt bad about the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Borderline were known to be with Phee without my knowledge.
"Phee. What do you mean by this?
"Yuri, that's something I haven't told you yet, and that's what I was going to tell you."
"Um, Yurika."
"Juanne, who are you..."
Behind me as I tried to say to Fee, I sighed magnificently and wondered about the attitude of the frontier uncle looking up to heaven. Looking back, Juanne looked like she was puzzled or something.
"Galvan. Did I say something strange?
"I think I said something misleading. Then Fion's pathetic."
"Why? I just wanted to tell Yurika that I wanted a ticket to a painting exhibition until Fion lowered his head."
I wondered what Juanne had to say. A ticket to a painting exhibition would mean a Roman exhibition. Once, he invited me to a painting exhibition. But he said at that time that he got the ticket because Fee knew Roma himself.
"Fee. You said you got that ticket from Roma himself, didn't you?
"Exactly"
"But, Juanne, I think you're saying something like what you've prepared?
"Actually, she..."
What's this all about? And, beside asking Phee for an explanation, Juanne has revealed herself with regret.
"Yurika. Actually, I was painting...... I was a court holding painter in another country until before I got married. I was painting by the name of Roma."
…… What, is that Roma Juanne? Was Roman painter a woman?
"You can't even be surprised," said Fee, grinning bitterly as the shock was about to turn her head white.
"Why didn't you tell me? It's cunning. Fee."
The painter I admired was right in front of me, and I had no idea. When it's about to rot, Fee...
"Sorry, sorry," he said, apologizing.
"I'm sorry. I was trying to tell you someday. Untimed."
"Fion, you're shapeless, too."
"Right. I didn't think I could worship Fion like this."
The Lairds laugh at each other face to face.
"Yurika. Fion, isn't that what you see? There weren't many women to tell. But there were rumors about women who didn't like women because they said they had women in their hearts who would let them go cold."
"Yes, yes. Too cold for a woman, so pitiful, why don't you be a little nice? And when I tell Phee, I don't like to make her feel any weird about it. Then you said it would be easier if they didn't like you."
Fion was told by the two of us because he had been on his way since that time, and the angels came just fine when one side of Phee he didn't know knew and thought I would forgive him around here.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to start with Lee's, Hapikai"
Everyone applauds Noah's proclamation, and Lute with the hand Oliga is accustomed to. The gentle tone of the lute echoes inside the treehouse. I listened to the song played by the girl as I kept my head on Fee's shoulder.
Origa is so skilled that I don't think her seven-year-old plays it, she wants to listen to a song that pervades her mind naturally forever.
"A concert at the treehouse would be nice."
"Right. Maybe this is a Christmas concert?
"Christmas? Isn't it a little cold in here?
"So now why don't we even make a whole cabin?
"I see."
If that's where you're talking to Fee, please listen seriously to us both from Noah. And I got caution. It kind of seems to me that that's starting to make me a little bit of a brother and dependable. It's what my fiancée could have done, and if this is how I'm going to keep my parents away a little bit, I miss her a little bit.
Face to face with Fee, I tried to tangle my own arm in his arm to make up for the loneliness, and Noah hugged me in the other arm. My angel still looks like a sweetheart. Fee was smiling bitterly when he turned to Noah even though that was ridiculous.
Still a little more, the angel seems to stay here. Moving her eyes toward the girl playing lute as she looked at the side of her loving son, the girl was looking at this one and smiling.
Lute's song reminds me of what's been going on.
When Anton, my ex-husband, offered me a divorce, I felt like the end of my life. I didn't like living away from my lovely Noah. I was pessimistic when suddenly it seemed like happiness had been taken up, even though I had not had any grievances about my life. I was trying to prolong my day away from Noah for some reason.
But my ex-husband ran down and found out that I couldn't stop my husband's heart as a woman, and as a woman, I lost confidence that I was flawed.
Fie showed up there to regain the confidence she had lost because of Anton and deepened ties with Noah as well. When I realized how I felt about Fee, I made my feelings as a woman take precedence over my mother. That made Noah and I miss each other in writing. I am so sorry there.
But to me, Noah is my irreplaceable child even if he's not connected to blood. Whatever my position was, I was Noah's mother in my heart. I couldn't separate Noah.
We've been together since Noah was three. That's why I couldn't let go. I kept hoping that we would be together. I wanted to be with Noah, whether I lost something or was condemned.
This is how it was achieved. I'm so happy that if I want anything more, I'm going to be punished and scared.
Back then, I was a happy man when I said I didn't think this day would come. Husband understandable to his lovely son. Sandwiched by those two, I hugged them in my arms.
That day, until the sun set and a full star shined in the sky, the treehouse was filled with warm lights of warm lamps.