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Epilogue Eighteen: Kotomi (Part Two)

"Let's go, Kotoko."

Irie-kun called me outside. This day is scheduled for our visit to Akita. Irie-kun wanted to visit my Okasan's grave before I labor. I felt really glad because he was thinking well about my family.

"We will just be going to visit your mom's grave, Kotoko. Since we expected that you will labor within this month, we will not stay long there."

"I understand, Irie-kun." I nodded.

We arrived after five hours. The weather was good enough. The sunlight hit my face but the air was cold though. But I like it.

"Kotoko." Irie-kun called me.

"Hai, Irie-kun," I answered him cheerfully.

"We will go to your relatives after this. I don't want them to feel bad about us not visiting them. Are you okay with that?"

I murmured, "They don't have the right to feel bad if we don't visit them. The main point that we're here is because of Oka-san." I pouted.

"Oy," he warned me.

"Are you going to be like that?" he sighed.

"I'm sorry."

Silence filled between us as we walked to Okasan's grave. Irie-kun sat in front of the grave after he lit the sticks. He closed his eyes after he bowed.

I smiled.

"Oka-san," I called my mother in my mind. "I already introduce to you my husband, Irie-kun. You know already that he is the love of my life right? I hope you like him, Oka-san. Irie-kun is my husband. And even if I was the one who pursued him from the beginning, I can say that he loves me. Irie-kun and I are going to have a baby, Oka-san. And you are going to be a grandma soon. I hope you're here with us but even if you're somewhere we still couldn't be... we still love you, Oka-san. I know you are worried for us because I am your stupid daughter and Oto-san is left alone but you can rest assured now. Oto-san is happy managing the restaurant now. And believe me, he still loves you a lot. He never considered having another marriage. By the way, we are going to name your granddaughter as Kotomi. Next time, we will bring her here. I'm here to say thank you for what you've done. Thank you for raising me, Oka-san. I love you very much."

"Let's go, Kotoko," Irie-kun called me after a few moments of praying.

After that, Irie-kun and I headed to my relative's house.

The town was so loud as ever. Nothing changed. They still welcomed us like we were hot celebrities from Tokyo. Irie-kun and I were congratulated and the Oba-sans from the Kumashiro club insisted to teach me about how to become a perfect mom... what were the pros and cons... the tips that they've learned. I'm so sick of it. They repeated it over and over in my ears and I can no longer take it!

"Kotoko-chan!" the other old lady called me, "You better not inherit your stupid brain to your daughter. It will be more troublesome for Naoki-san."

"What do you think of me? Of course, she will inherit Irie-kun's brain! I am not against that."

"Yeah. I hope not a single gene for you would pass to your daughter. Aside from that, you're stupid, you're ugly. I will pray that she will be as handsome as Irie-kun." The other old-lady added, "I mean... beautiful."