When my father answers my question, he sighs at what he thinks.
It looked like my father himself was in trouble and out of hard work.
"In this day and age, I know what an old-fashioned idea it is to be a pageant that my parents have decided to talk to each other about... they just asked me to make time because I could just meet them. I can't say no because I'm the one who took care of you."
Dad said and shut his mouth, sitting deep down.
Maybe this guy hasn't been able to grasp the other guy's situation either.
It's not enough explanation to convince me, but I know I can't bring up any more stories.
Most of all, you should only know someone you know, their family situation, motives, etc., to the top.
Maple sitting across the street was still swelling his cheeks unconvinced, but now he won't pinch his mouth.
Still, what's the matter?
I wasn't willing to go in the first place because I thought the pageant would say no if possible.
It's easy to tell my father with a firm and strong will from now on, but rather than throwing all the responses afterwards to self-completeness, it's also one way to solve it: to just meet him once, as the story suggests, and end him in the real sense.
That would be a smarter choice as long as it ends without leaving any harm behind.
I just don't feel like it.
I myself deny the rear charging event of matchmaking.
Although the event in this hand would be a good one for Yudo.
So deep down, I heard a voice asking from next door.
"Speaking of which, is Shizukuishi doing well? I'm going to show my face to Kanzaki's house while I'm home, but I haven't seen my face in a while."
"Oh... he's fine too"
Answer only the facts.
The relationship between me and Shizukuishi's childhood training and the fact that some changes have occurred is now irrelevant to my father.
Shizuku's father and father are ancient friends, so naturally they'll just go say hello on this homecoming.
I hope they don't talk about anything extra......
With that worry elsewhere, my father smiles and proceeds.
"I would be relieved if Shizukuishi would take care of my companion... well, I wouldn't have that. I'm not gonna leave that pretty girl alone with the boys around me."
Tell him to nibble and tease.
The face is sexually angry and unwittingly deflects the face.
In fact, school boys are not wrong because there are so many obsessed with Shizukuishi.
"We need to get Maple out of the situation soon to take care of us -"
My father turns his gaze to the maple and turns it into a serious look.
It was easy to see that the words after this were words that weren't even sloppy.
"Although my dad won't be able to take care of me by Maple!
"You idiot, my mother will take care of you."
Just to take care of you, a little more respect for your daughter-in-law who is moving overseas.
Me and Maple point our gaze at that meaning at the same time.
Return to the previous contents as if our gaze was painful or out of the way.
So find her or your daughter-in-law.
That's a line I heard somewhere a while back.
I think the old man at the fishmonger said a similar line when he was with Kirasaka.
"Hey...... you didn't agree to the pageant because you had that reason, did you?
When asked in half a joke, I didn't miss the slight reluctance of my expression.
"No way...... just kidding"
This is definitely the one who had an idea in the corner of his head.
Apparently, the desire to have her drowning daughter taken care of was also mixed among the reasons for consent.
Well, I'm pretty sure I'm relieved, not for my work-related reasons or anything.
The intercom sounds as you try to move forward with the conversation in order to elicit the dates, the matchmaker, and all the other information.
Perhaps your mother came home late.
As the maple jumped out of the living room at first sight and ran up to the front door, I could hear my mother as I imagined.
Exchange words about parent-child reunion in the front door, the two of them approaching.
From behind the maple with the shopping bag instead, my mother walks into the living room, ignoring my father at first sight and rushing to me next door.
And when I hold my head down disappointingly, I hold it back in my busty chest and take a deep, deep breath.
There is no sign of strong release, as if to take something important in your hand.
"Son charging"
"Charger... I am"
Why is there only such a strange person in my family?
Rather, a child like me was often born from this parent.
However, for the first time in a long time, the living room with the whole family feels warm sometime.
I was starting to get used to the routine of just me and my maple kids, but I feel safe having my parents in front of me like this.
Naturally, but it doesn't feel bad to have the whole family together.
When she thinks it's not even in the pattern, she indulges or she takes my head off.
And when I sat down in the seat across the street, I finally looked at my father.
Those eyes were a totally different, chilling gaze from that directed at the children.
"How dare you put my son up for a pageant?"
"Harp... you promised not to talk about it in front of the kids"
A sharp gaze pierces my father.
Mother herself, she still hasn't agreed to the pageant her father decided upon.
The first time I know about the situation, I listen to the conversation between the two of them.
"I don't remember making any promises, and I told you I wanted you to pick the person you wanted?
"So I told you it was closer to a face-to-face rather than a formal matchmaking yet"
The training ground is spreading in front of you.
Parental affair or something. It's just not that good, but a clash of views between the parents over the child's policies.
Maple stood still beside me in this situation when she said she was uncomfortable or had dinner ingredients.
Yeah, I get it.
Scary, isn't it, when your mother gets angry?
It's not about my father.
Usually, if you are a mother who has nothing to be angry with, you feel a few more steps of fear.
As the two conversations were illusoring the living room to chill out, Mother gave up or held one breath.
And take two things out of the bag you had.
When you take out the white, bi-fold thick object, place it on two desks.
"What's that?
I ask my mother in a way that speaks for everyone's thoughts.
Then, with a full smile, Mother told him.
"It's not like your father, it's a suggestion from your mother!
Speaking out full of herself, her mother opens her bi-fold object.
There was a picture pinched inside.
It was only a while before I realized that the bi-fold photograph of a woman was a matchmaking photograph.
Because the person in the picture was wearing a kimono and it was a solid picture being taken by the photographer.
Let's say it again.
A white, bi-fold pageant photo was placed on her desk from her mother's bag.
"If your father is going to decide on his own, I wouldn't mind picking the right match, would I?
That's what my mother said, she opened the two pictures and showed them.
That photograph shows...
"Hey... Shizukuishi and Kirosaka"
The pictures showed Shizukuishi and Kirosaka.
What are you doing, these kids?
Did Shizukuishi even make contact with her mother to carry out such an operation when she said she had business or something?
Before that, I could easily imagine imposing this operation in absolute conspiracy with Kirasaka.
Look at the pictures, the maple that unintentionally zeros the grin and my father who is surprised at his mother's daring counterattack.
And there was a figure of me in the living room of True Good House who lost even a word and was confused.