Our Voice's
55. My Son and Daughter
...Chapter 55...
...—My Boys and Girls—...
...(.( Fujima Aoba )...
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For me, this stormy night was one of those days that reminded me of him.
“Papa, Papa! Arata is doing evil to me again!”
When the little girl came and lunged at me with a hug, I wiped her tears while asking, “Why is your face so sad, Arumi?”
“Arata, she hid the doll Mama gave me again.” The crying became more.
“You have mastered it for five hours, Arumi, share a little,” said Arata. It just so happened that the little man came while putting both his hands into his pants pocket.
“So, you just wanted to borrow it, Arata?” I'm trying to make sure it's with my son on this one.
“True, Dad, I also want to play with the doll,” he said.
“You, right, boy, sister. Play with a game like a race or something.” Arumi indulged in non-stop protests, making me turn a deaf ear because of her constant chattering.
“No, I also want to play!”
“I'm not satisfied playing, Brother!”
“Share, Arumi.”
“Let's go, later ..”
In the end, our two children are fighting again because of you, Mirai. If you said you were alive, maybe you'd laugh with me, and I'd just tell you all the things you said like, “They're funny, yeah, baby,” or “Awarming once our children this.”
When I was about to stop him, apparently Mom saw the incident. Then the old woman walked with her iron rod, slowly towards us.
While the stormy atmosphere here is still not over, even less conducive is the best answer to describe it.
“Hey, what's going on? Why are you two fighting again?” mother asked in a soft voice, with a breathless voice.
This time the colorful cloth scarf was coiled around his neck. Mom also wears star-shaped glasses (i don't know why she customizes them that way in the eyeglass ), and thin red flip-flop sandals.
By the way, the scarf was also given Mirai—my wife is very good at sewing and likes to give a lot to anyone who has been very dear to her.
“It, Grandma, anu ... Arata do—“
Not finished my daughter explained the situation, I can already understand all the chronology that happened in the field. “More dolls, yes?”
“True!” he said without sobbing, but Arumi's voice seemed to turn stingy because it was blocked.
Slowly Mother squatted down, then she said, “You mostly cried because of trivial things, Arumi,” while wiping her tears back.
Seeing him makes me who should be playing this father feel ashamed of myself for not being able to calm his two children.
“Be strong and fair, just like your Mama, huh?” My mother looked at Arumi and Arata in turn.
“Yes, Grandma. I want to be like Mama,” muttered Arumi. However, it seemed that his heart still held a hint of unease, because soon this was what I was going to say.
“Now, you have to lend it to Arata, Arumi. That is one of the nature of your Mama.”
“Tuh, denger, right, Arumi? So how?” Arata—'s smilemy boys are back. He rubbed his sweat that perched around his hair that stuck because it was wet on the forehead.
Apparently, from the movements of his hands that could not stand still, Arumi still kept a little bit of anxiety.
That's my proud girl.
The perfect fit, it turns out that the usual anime movie show he was waiting for came at the right time. This too would definitely immediately restore his messy mood as fast as lightning.
“Then, thank you, Grandma. Arata wants to play first!” The little man then ran up the stairs leading into his room. “Oh yes, Dad!” Arata turned to me again, but because half of his face had disappeared from the wall of the sky, he walked back, a step or two.
“Arata play first, yes, Well,” he added with a big smile.
“Remember bedtime, okay?”
Then, no word was heard, only the speeding of footsteps.
This happens often anyway. I knew my son would definitely get hot after hearing such contradictory sentences in childhood.
“Both of my kids are so funny. Hard to believe.” I laughed with my hair.
“Indeed, because it came from your wife, Mirai.” Mother tidied her shawl that was about to fall due to a gust of wind from outside the open window. “Wah, it looks like today the storm will get worse,” he said.
I nodded as I walked towards the open window glass, then closed and locked it tightly. “The paste will get worse.”
The old woman then pointed to a pair of sofas with high backrests facing each other in front of the fireplace with backs attached to the wall.
“There's something I want to talk about, Aoba. Come sit there.”
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Extreme sound that spread cold like this is suitable for lighting a fireplace, there is no doubt.
When I finished lighting the fireplace, which took me a few minutes, I was seen reading a very thick and large book.
“What are you reading? I asked while rubbing my hands together, then moved back to the sofa. “It looks very exciting.”
“Oh, this is the book Mirai read. You don't remember?”
“Wah, I've never seen him read anything like that.”
Mother suddenly frowned, as if to ascertain whether or not I was actually his wife. “Yes, he only read one-twelfth of the parts in this book. After all, this is a super boring history book that children will certainly never touch today again.”
“I'm sure so,” I replied.
“Including your two sons.”
“That convinced me even more.”
We laughed together in front of the warm, controlled flames, and such a scene also produced comfort whenever I stared at the red and yellow colors combined in the heat, the temperature changing all the time.
“But, looks like you still love, Mirai, right, Aoba?” Mother then pinned the book strap right in the middle of her page, then closed it with a sound like hitting a shuttlecock.
For a moment I was silent for a moment, a little confused to say what was the truth since I came back to visit this house.
Yes, if it should be said blatantly—after my wife died—I miss him even more.
“I .. of course will never forget someone who has given birth to my two children in this world,” I said while dropping my gaze. However, before I did, Mother also woke up from her backrest, and her seat changed firmly. “That woman is an inseparable part of our little family, and it is a reality that I will always keep in my heart, until I meet him again in the future.”
The future I mean is something that exceeds this world, it can never even be found in all parts even if it has to walk millions of kilometers though.
It is an eternal and eternal afterlife, a new rhythm that will be reborn when one gets a welcome that they would never think of in any other world.
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...Seriate...
