The Trip Of My Heart

The Trip Of My Heart
EPISODE 44 --> Truth revealed



Meanwhile, Eisuke has arrived at his father's hotel in Kyoto. He was looking at the outside view from the window of his room.


"Welcome to a new life, Mirai." Eisuke lifted a bottle of drink into his mouth and gulped it down. The man was drunk in the silence of the night.


***


Mirai's wedding day has arrived. Today, Hiro and Mirai come to Aiko's boutique earlier than previously scheduled.


"Excuse me."


Aiko turned towards the entrance. "Eh, Mirai, Hiro, why are you here so early in the morning? The gun's still a few hours away."


"Yes, it's okay I'll wait. Today Hiro is busy, he will soon be going to be overseeing the decoration of the building" Mirai said.


Aiko, I leave my girlfriend to you. Please make-up her as beautiful as possible today" Hiro said with a smile.


"Yes, yeah, don't worry. I'll make her an angel tonight." Aiko smiled looking at the two of them.


Hiro held onto Mirai's hands, then pulled her closer. "Mirai, I have to go see the building decorations now. I want to make the most beautiful decorations for our wedding. See you later at the park. I'll wait for you there, I Love You!"


"Yes," Mirai replied smiling.


Later, Hiro leaves Mirai at Aiko's boutique. Mirai waited a few hours while helping Aiko prepare the wedding dress she would wear later. Ten minutes later, the door creaked open and someone walked into the boutique.


"Good morning," said Kaito.


Aiko. "Son Kaito, you've come."


"I'm gonna take my order shirt." Kaito looked at Aiko for a moment, then he turned towards Mirai. "Mirai, are you here too?"


"Yes, I came to prepare for my wedding" Mirai replied.


"Oh yeah, I forgot. It seems like Miss Aiko told me yesterday, too" Kaito said.


Suddenly, Aiko cut off the conversation. "Son Kaito, this is the shirt you ordered ready. Do you want to try it first?"


"Yes, can. I'll try it first" Kaito replied as he received a shirt from Aiko.


Kaito took off the suit he was wearing and placed it on a chair. Next, he went inside the dressing room to try on the shirt he ordered. After feeling quite fit and comfortable he finally came out of the dressing room.


"The size fits me I like. Thank you, Miss Aiko," Kaito smiled.


Aiko nodded and smiled happily. "Thank God."


"Stop stitches I like. Oh yeah, where's my suit? I forgot to put it." Kaito's looking for his suit.


"It's here." Mirai interrupted the conversation. "Sir Kaito's on the chair. Let me get it."


Mirai took the suit that was on the chair, then gave it to Kaito. When Kaito received it, the handkerchief in his pocket fell on the floor. Kaito doesn't notice and acts as usual, but Mirai sees him and takes the handkerchief.


Mirai rounded her eyes and was surprised to see the handkerchief. "These shots are exactly the same as mine!" inner Mirai was shocked.


"Sir Kaito, is this handkerchief yours?" ask Mirai.


"Wait!" Mirai took out her handkerchief.


"Your hand is exactly the same as mine. Where'd you get this handkerchief?" asked Mirai to know.


Kaito looked at the girl in silence. He had no courage to tell the truth. And Aiko observed them with a feeling of worry.


Mirai looked at Kaito with a confused look. "Why is Kaito silent? Where did Kaito buy this handkerchief?"


"That-that's..." Kaito did not continue his sentence.


"That's what? Please answer me. Just this time I saw someone who had the same handkerchief as me" Mirai said.


Suddenly, the door creaked open and Aya appeared from behind the door. "These shots are interconnected."


"Why are you here?" Kaito surprised.


"I want to go inside and overhear your conversation. I'm sorry if I eavesdrop a little, but Mirai needs this truth. Kaito, just tell Mirai the truth. Don't keep this matter for too long" Aya said.


"Yes, what do you mean? What truth are you saying? Do you know anything about this handkerchief? Please explain it to me!" Mirai looked at Aya with question marks.


Aya looked at Kaito who was stuck in silence, and Mirai followed the tomboyish girl's gaze.


"Are you two hiding something from me?" mirai asked with a very confused expression.


Kaito took a deep breath before speaking. "Yes, right. What Aya said earlier was true. These two handkerchiefs are indeed interconnected. But before I tell you the truth, I want to ask you one thing. Is your handkerchief a gift from someone?"


"Yes, this handkerchief is a gift from someone. But how do you know about this?" ask Mirai.


"I'll show you something." Kaito opens his wallet, then he takes out a photo of his childhood with Eisuke. " Is the one who gave you the handkerchief one of these children?"


Kaito shows Mirai the photo, and Mirai is frozen in the picture. Little by little the truth begins to unfold and the unexpected happens.


"Yes, right. This is the boy who gave me the handkerchief. I remember the face of this boy." Mirai pointed at one of the children in the photo. "Do you know him? who's she?"


Kaito squinted his eyes. "You want to know who he is?"


"Who's the boy in the picture? I've wanted to meet him for a long time. Please, tell me. I would love to meet him!" mirai was really curious.


"If that's what you want, I'll tell you everything. That boy is Eisuke. And this handkerchief is a legacy of my family." Kaito reveals the truth.


Mirai nodded in disbelief. "That's impossible."


In addition, Aiko was also very surprised to hear the sentence Kaito said. Aiko covered her mouth with both hands and shook her head. He could hardly believe all this truth.


"Everything Kaito says is true. The boy you met as a child was Eisuke" Aya added.


"But..how is it possible?!" Mirai still did not believe this reality.


"We were visiting our father who was in the hospital. And accidentally, Eisuke met you there. However, I didn't expect him to give you that handkerchief. Either way, this peacock handkerchief belongs to the Harada family and others are unlikely to have it" Kaito said.


Mirai was silent with tears on her cheeks. He really did not think that the boy he met was Eisuke. His face looked frustrated and his mind was torn apart.