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Mahabba
I'm.
A color that symbolizes power, strength, majesty, beauty, gentleness, aristocrat, ambition, spiritual, luxury, empathy, enlightenment, mystery, haughty, arrogant, sensitive, intuition, creativity and inspiration.
The existence that existed before man was created made me a witness to many events. In this land, I am called murasaki-in purple.
Now, Murasaki wants to share a story.
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They first met in the spring at Tokyo Daigaku. When the girl had just entered the university and the young man was an assistant lecturer there. They become more familiar as time goes on. Their togetherness so often makes them both so.
The girl named Hanasita Lily. Hanasita means a blooming rose and Lily is the flower for the symbol of May. The birth month of the girl. The rose blooms at the end of May. Hanasita Lily was born on May 27. I think that name really suits him.
While the young man named Kyosuke. He was seven or eight years different from Hanasita. She has a twin brother named Takahashi Kensuke. Their names are taken from the names of their parents.
Kenkyo and Shinsuke. The Takahashi couple I remember most in history.
Although it had been quite a while, I still clearly remembered the scene in the meadow. The dust-covered mountain back during the summer was rinsed clean by a gentle rain that lasted several days, now showing its brilliant blue. The October wind shook the tops of the weeds, the clouds stretching out in the blue sky. The wind blew across the meadow, swinging the girl's hair. The leaves swirled and from a distance a faint howl of a dog could be heard.
"Hanasita, can I tell you a story?" bargain Kenkyo's son to Hanasita at that time.
"Sure, Sensei."
I saw a twinkle of happiness in his big eyes.
"You like to read novels, don't you?" ask Kyosuke again.
Hanasita nodded enthusiastically. "But what does this have to do with your story?"
Kyosuke sits on the grass. Hanasita did the same.
"I want to tell you about a novel my father wrote in memory of their mother and their love story."
If I were human, there might be an arch on my lips. I know their stories.
A bit of memory I remember of them was during the birth of Kensuke and Kyosuke.
At that time they had just moved to Takahashi Ryosuke's mother's house, Shinsuke's father. The twins were only a month old and still slept in a room with their parents, in a baby box.
"They're so handsome, Koibito. It's obvious I love you a lot bigger because our kids are so much like me."
Shinsuke looked at his two hearts in amazement.
Kenkyo sits on the edge of the middle bed enjoying a glass of her favorite warm chocolate, responding, "Ken-chan and Kyo-chan are men, Shin-koi. That's why my kids look like Shin-koi."
"Our son, Koibito. I'm also involved in making them, even I have a bigger share."
After saying that, Shinsuke laughed amusedly.
"Yes, our son!" ketus Kenkyo, her face was also flushed.
"But, I want them to inherit your sweet nature and attitude, which I love."
Shinsuke moved his foot toward Kenkyo. Sitting next to the young woman
"I love sweet food too!" Kenkyo exclaimed with pleasure.
"Yes, I know that, Koibito. Except for sweet food. I'm overwhelmed to overcome your insanity for sweet food. If I add it, I could die. What a sweet treat, cih!"
A moment later, Shinsuke laughed out loud. Seen once he enjoyed the look of his wife who now turned moody.
"Sleep out there!" threatening wife. Kenkyo sulking. One of the Kenkyo reactions that Shinsuke likes is his spoiled rakina.
Still holding back a smile, Shinsuke teased, "Eh, my Koibito is angry? Ye know? I-"
"Ji-san didn't hear what I said?"
Kenkyo brushed off Shinsuke's hand that was about to stroke his cheek.
The Tokyo police were shocked.
"Say you sleep outside!" Kenkyo hisses full of emphasis. His eyes were staring right at Shinsuke's eyeballs. Fierce and fierce.
Shinsuke gulped down the hard-earned saliva. What the fuck is that 'uncle' call? So thought Shinsuke. Ji-san-paman-embedded Kenkyo's call on Shinsuke last time was the first time their spousal relationship took place in South Korea about five or six years before the birth of their children.
Takahashi Shinsuke's wife positively sulked.
"Shut up!"
The father of Kensuke and Kyosuke instantly fell silent. I think he regretted having said his wish for his two sons to inherit his mother's nature and attitude, or not at all.
"H-hey, Anata. I-I can get cold."
"Just!"
Again law enforcement with the nickname 'East Lion' can not dwell. The lion is the symbol of the king. However, the one whose name the king must have been subject to his queen. Kenkyo is the queen of Shinsuke's heart. So, whatever concerns Queen Takahashi Kenkyo, Shinsuke will submit.
The memories are still attached. Even I still remember Shinsuke's deep sorrow when his lover left this world.
As a result of Shinsuke's deep sorrow, the man relinquished his post and wrote a story in memory of his wife and their first experiences while in South Korea until Kenkyo's pregnancy always asked for Maras Dondurma, turkish ice cream.
Despite his grief, he did not give up his responsibilities as a father. He took care of his two beloved sons lovingly. Not looking for a replacement for his wife.
"How sweet! I didn't think there was such a sweet story. There are men who adore their women. Sweetness ..." Hanasita's response as Kyosuke finishes his story. "What's the name of the title of the story Sensei just told you?"
"Otou-sama gave the title 'Affair' to his story."
"Na-nani's? It's a creepy title."
"The title of the story written by my father was 'Affair', but the story I told about my parents was titled 'Mahabbatan'. Ye know? I'm their shiper."
Hanasita tilted her head while smiling kindly. Looks like their ship is the same.
"Hanasita knows why I'm telling you this?"
Hanasita. Both of them were still sitting on the grass with the wind hitting the hair.
"Because I like Hanasita."
Like his father, Kyosuke also has a strange style of expressing love for his girl.
The eyes of the two men are now turning, locking each other.
"Likes?!"
It seems that the girl still does not understand the meaning of the likes that Kyosuke uttered.
"After Hanasita graduates, let's go after Kensuke! She already has a daughter. His name is Takahashi Karina. We call him Nana-chan."
Without preventable Hanasita's cheeks heat up. Shy to shame because of Kyosuke's proposal to her. His sight was also subdued.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wouldn't that be too fast?" the girl asked. It seems that he is nervous from the vibration of his voice and the direction of his eyes to the right and to the left.
Kyosuke's right hand reached for Hanasita's chin, and she raised the girl's head to stare at her father's typical netra, East Asia.
"Okaa-chan was married to otou-sama when she was not yet seventeen. Outo-sama even brought okaa-chan out of the country when the mother was not even eighteen years old."
Outo-sama will never leave okaa-chan even to carry out the duties of the country. Otou-sama loves okaa-chan, which is why my father married my mother at such a young age."
This is the seriousness of Takahashi Ryosuke's family, Hanasita. We'll marry the woman we like without first ruining her."
Whoa! Which girl wouldn't fall if a handsome guy said this?
This girl is the same. The radiance of his eyes hinted that he was very impressed at the retoration of the young man before him.
I don't think Shinsuke wrote in the book that before Kenkyo, he felt dozens of women.
I'm not lying. Shinsuke the maniac ****. Sometimes I think, did he not get a venereal disease? AIDS for example.
God was very good to him. Yeah, I think so.
"How's it?" Ryosuke interrogates Hanasita over her statement.
"May I read for myself the book that Shinsuke-san wrote in memory of Kenkyo-san?"
Here's girls. When asked, he asked back.
"I must have shown you 'Affair. I promise."
Hanasita. Kyosuke asked the meaning of his nod.
"That's for both. "
The couple's son Shinsuke and Kenkyo immediately approached Hanasita right when the twilight shade appeared at the west end.
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All right, I'm ending this story. Next time, if allowed, I'll tell you another story.
