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55: memories

Eleven years laterㅡ

    "The end." Ayumu said, gently rubbing at the circle of the five years old boy's back. "Already?" He pouted, looking up at her. Ayumu nodded with a smile.

    How long was it already, she sat on the couch with her son and told him the story based on the photo album that placed over the small guy's laps. The little boy seemed not satisfied with the remarks she gave him as it seemed. He didn't show any sign to close the photo album as he kept his dark eyes on the last photo at the very last page of the photo album. It was a photo of his mother and his father during his mother's highschool graduation. His little thumb caressed the photo slowly, admiring how young his parents looks like.

    " I wanna know more." He pouted.
    " I would love to tell ya more. But, unfortunately we already finish everyrthing." Ayumu softly said.

    The boy nodded and pursed his lips a second later. Closing the photo album, he put it on a coffee table infront of them. He scooted closer to his mother and hugged her. His short arms were struggling to hug his mother's waist. With Ayumu 7 months pregnant, made it harder for him. At last, the little boy leaned to his mother's side and softly rubbed his mother's baby bump.

    " How about we go and get ready to watch Uncle Tsumu's game? Have ya already wash yerself, Masaki-kun?" Ayumu asked, brushed his fringe away from his forehead. Since his fringe took after his father, it was a bothersome to brush it away. It would fall back and covered his small forehead again.

    " I already washed." Masaki lazily replied. Ayumu rose up one of her brows; "Really? Aww, someone is growing up huh~" she said, playfully tickling her son which succeed made the boy to laugh. Looks like,someone got his good mood again.

    " Can I wear no.9 Kageyama jersey, mama?" He asked, straightened up his back as he sat and properly faced his mother. " Aren't we already agreed to wear no.11 Miya? Uncle Tsumu gonna be upset if ya didn't wear his number." Ayumu replied.

    "But papa gonna get upset too if I didn't wear his number jersey?" Masaki cutely retorted which gaining Ayumu's widened eyes. Not able to say a word yet, another voice echoed in the air.

    "Who is yer papa?"

    Both Masaki and Ayumu turned around on the direction only found the husband of her and a father of Masaki who was leaning his side against the wall with his bulky arm crossed over his chest. As he grew older, he indeed became buffer huh?

    "Aren't ya suppose to be at match?" Masaki asked making his father furrowed his eyes. That little boy knew he just got his father. " Dada, I'm kidding." He grinned.

    Ayumu could only shook her head and pursed her lips from stiffle out laughter, watching the father and the son interaction. With both having same hair colour but Masaki had the inverted from his father, Ayumu found it funny.

    "Tell me what yer father's name?"

    Flashing his toothy grin, Masaki said with playfully tone coated his voice. "Kageyama Tobio."

    Ayumu almost choke by her own saliva could not contain with the laugher she held inside anymore.

    "That's it. Dada not going to give the rices to Uncle Samu's shop anymore. So, Uncle Samu cannot sell his Onigiri and yer cannot even eat that anymore. Okay? Kita Masaki-kun?" His father said that made the little boy dropped his jaws. And that made Ayumu laughed her heart out.