The waiter leads me through the restaurant, which has a relaxed atmosphere without glittering decorations.
âIf you have decided what you would like to order, please let us know.â
I take the seat I was shown and look over the menu. There is nothing new. I was about to order an iced coffee, but decided against it.
âAn iced latte and a piece of cheesecakeâ
I usually donât drink sweets, but today I decided to order something that he liked. I was in that kind of mood.
Since it was Saturday, there were quite a few customers in the evening. I watched one girl, probably a high school student, working quickly and efficiently.
Shuya and Sachi are going on an overnight trip together in the morning. Apparently, they were introduced by a friend. I have been putting Shuya through a lot of stress. I hope the stress can be relieved a little.
The cause of the stress itself is my fault, but I honestly donât know what to do anymore.
I am happy to be living with them again. I was irresistibly happy that Shuya, of all people, had suggested it.
If it were true, I should have done it. They really are children who are too good for me.
I have no intention of giving up on being their parent. Not because itâs a responsibility, but because I want to be one.
âItâs deliciousâŠreally.â
I took a bite of the cheesecake that had been brought to me. A hint of sweetness fills my mouth.
I spend a relaxing time looking at the pictures Sachi sent to my cell phone. In the morning, Sachi asked me to relax and not think about anything, just for today. I was aware that I was leading a tense life. But I didnât find it painful, and in a way it was fulfilling for me.
I knew in my heart that I could not go on like this.
Was it in my face? Did Fortune think I was tired? I donât know.
But Sachi said so. No matter what her intentions were, I was willing to accept her concern.
But it was impossible. There was no way that I could remain unmindful of what was going on. I wanted to do something. I wanted to be involved with those children.
And so I went to Shuyaâs part-time job.
(They look happy, both of them.)
In the photo that was sent to me, there were two people with smiles on their faces. It was a carefree smile that I had not seen for a long time.
ïŒThank you, Sachi.)
I couldnât have done it. I could never have made Shuya truly enjoy himself and put a smile on his face like this. Without Sachi, the relationship would have been severed long ago.
I am truly grateful.
âUhmâŠBy any chance, are you Shuya-senpaiâs mother?â
ââEh?â
Suddenly the girl working at the store asks me such a question, and I froze. She holds the tray to her chest and looks straight at me with a determined expression on her face.
âYes, I amâŠ.why?â
I answer honestly, because Iâm not hiding anything. But how did she know I was Shuyaâs mother?
âIâve been shown family photos by my senpai before,âŠâŠ.â
âOf courseâ
The family photo, huh. When was the last family photo taken? The last family photo I took was whenâŠ. he was alive.
Shuya still has that picture with him. That fact made me very happy.
âMy name is Shion Sakakibara. Iâm a junior of senpai.â
Since she called him âsenpai,â shouldnât it be natural that she is his junior? I thought so, but decided not to say so. She seemed to be somewhat nervous.
Why would she be nervous around me? I wondered, but soon I came to a possibility.
(âŠâŠ You like him, donât you?)
I was almost sure of this. Her eyes were like a maidenâs itself. This would not be because I am perceptive. I can tell when I see it. This is the face of a girl in love.
Otherwise, I wonder if she would remember his motherâs face every time she saw a family photo. Even if she did remember, would she bother to talk to her?
ââShuya is always taking care of me.â
âEh!? Oh, no way! Iâm the one who has been indebted to youâŠâ
Sakakibara-san bowed her head as if to say that she had no intention of doing so.
⊠You are so cute, like a little animal.
âFrom now on⊠Please take good care of Shuya.â
â!! âŠ.Y-yes!â
With a bow of her head, she goes back to her work.
(If it were normal, would she have talked to me?)
Shuya is a bright boy. I am sure, though, that he is aware of her feelings as well. I donât know their usual relationship, and this is just a hunch, but I had a feeling.
â⊠Wait!â
ââŠ?â
I stopped her as quickly as I could. She turned around and tilted her head to look at me.
I thought she didnât know. What kind of person I am and what I did to Shuya.
âAhâŠâ
But I realized something and stopped myself from saying it.
I didnât want to hide it. I didnât want to cover up my ugliness.
But then I realized something. If I told her this, she would leave Shuya. Of course, it would be better if she didnât have a complicated family situation. Shuya might think that I am a troublesome person. From Shuyaâs point of view, my ego must have been superfluous.
âIâm sorry. Can I have a refill?â
â⊠Of course!â
In the end, I couldnât say it. I made excuses to myself that it was better to keep it hidden.
I followed her back with my eyes and made a face, trying not to be obnoxious. I shouldnât have worried her. She seemed intelligent and kind. I guessed she was the type of person who cared.
After about 40 minutes, I paid the bill. Standing at the cash register was a rather strong-looking man.
I wondered whether I should introduce myself. But I decided not to. Sakakibara-san had found out, but there was a possibility that Shuya would not think well of my coming to this restaurant in the first place. So I hid it.
â-I was going to hide it.
âMy â my son is indebted to you. Nice to meet you, I am Shuyaâs mother.â
I told him. The reason was simple.
I wanted to do something motherly. I was aware that it was selfish, ego-driven, and shallow.
I wanted to thank him as a mother. I had never been able to do such a natural thing.
I wanted to be allowed to do so.
( I wantâŠ. I want Shuya to forgive me.)
Even if I am not forgiven, I am ready to continue to make amends.
But I still want him to forgive me.
I know it is an arrogant thought.
But⊠ButâŠbutâŠ
I want to say Iâm sorry, and I want him to forgive me.
I want to return to that kind of relationship.
I didnât intend to get hung up on whether or not to be forgiven. It is not such a simple matter, and Shuyaâs heartbreak is not that shallow.
But â I already wished for it.
âItâs my pleasure⊠Shuya-kun, he works for me a lot.â
He bowed his head lightly and said so. That was the end of the conversation.
But I was happy. I felt like I was recognized as Shuyaâs mother.
But it was not enough. I had to make Shuya feel that way about me.
I left the store. My steps were not light. The paved asphalt felt steeper than usual.
ââUhm!!â
I turned around at the sound of a voice calling out to me. There was Sakakibara-san, out of breath.
âThe⊠The person I love is! Not strong!â
ââŠ!!!â
She continued in a loud voice, paying no heed to the attention of those around her.
âHeâs stubborn, persistent, a little insensitive, and even a bit eccentric at timesâŠâ
She took in a breath and said with a clear face.
âBut he is a kind personâŠ! Thatâs whyâŠâ
She did not have to say the last word. She didnât have to, though, because she had conveyed the message well enough.
âFrom the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you.â
She bent at the waist and bowed her head. I didnât stop her.
She must have known what was going on. On top of that, she gave me this shout out.
Really, thank you.
She ran back to the store. Until the figure was out of sight, I did not look back.