Chapter 27: Furaito

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A maiko never smiled big. Kenji-san was telling a joke that caused everyone in the room roaring, even the geishas were laughing behind their sleeves.

When he turned to Kaguya, she was laughing, her eyes crinkled upwards, her face as bright as the moon. He smiled. She forgot to hide her face and she was beautiful.

"Okaasan, can I come in?"

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"Okaasan, can I come in?"

"Yes, my son. Did you bring me afternoon tea?"

He bowed and smiled, a tray on his hands as he placed it down at the low table. Okaasan was sitting in her favourite armchair, her legs propped up, her hands busy knitting. The doctor had removed the shoulder and leg support but she needed to be careful not to put too much strain on her feet.

She glanced at her son. Since he came back, he had been restless. She knew about the girl he met and liked in Suzhou during one of their conversations. Perhaps he was missing her, especially after his admission to the hospital, he looked like he needed a break.

"How are you feeling today, Okaasan? The nurse requested a day off but will be back tomorrow."

"I don't need a nurse anymore, Didi. I don't need you either. You can go back to China. Your girlfriend is waiting for you." she teased.

He looked down and scratch behind his ear, a smile on his lips. Then, he looked up and shook his head. "She is not my girlfriend yet. Anyways, Okaasan, I can't leave you when you are like this. Furthermore, I have to complete the album production with Kandytown. And then, there is Yi-jie's engagement party."

Okaasan took a bite of the rice cake. "Why don't you ask her to come here? We can fly her in."

Didi groaned. His mother had a tendency not to let things slide easily. And she always get what she wants. "She is busy, Okaasan. And recently we had a mis—-, oh never mind. Don't worry about me."

"Your papa and I used to fight and bicker a lot too. We could go on days and weeks without talking to each other."

He looked at his mother, surprised. "I never noticed. You are always courteous with him and he too."

She snickered. "Being overpolite is a form of ignoring the other person, silly. I teach you, son. Whenever you argue with your girlfriend, regardless who is right or wrong, you must apologize first. That is how you win a queen's heart."

He bit his lips.  If you can't beat around the bush with mother, you better be upfront honest with her, he mentally told himself.

"Okaasan, I tried apologizing but she had been avoiding my calls. I think she is still mad at me." Suddenly, he felt a knock on his head. "Okaasan!"

His mother laughed. "That is for you to come to your senses! Is she worth it, son?"

"Okaasan, she's the one. The one in my dreams. The reason I fight hard for my health."

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