Not only happy, but our client Enomoto-san seemed satisfied visiting Kumoishi. Even Enomoto-san himself admits to being amazed by the production process where the place looks clean, sterile and neat. Then the warehouse on the ground floor which also looks spacious and comfortable.
Kashiwagi-san and I were finally able to end the service and discussion with the client who was said to be the most difficult, Enomoto-san, with great satisfaction. We never even heard Enomoto-san sneer in her husband's ear saying things that bothered her. After all, it was precisely her amazement that made Enomoto-san even more mischievous towards her husband,
I… really amazed with both of them.
“Apologies in advance, Enomoto-san. I'm happy with today's discussion, but why didn't you accept our offer a long time ago?” I asked in surprise. I know such a question is a bit sensitive. But before that Enomoto-san had allowed us to ask her everything.
Enomoto-san said that because she couldn't just accept a product that she didn't know the quality of the taste and even manufacture. Enomoto-san is persistent in maintaining the image of her store which is in the middle of both domestic and foreign tourist roads. Her store is always staking her name every day.
Past offers to her was not very serious and did not meet satisfaction because they seemed less than satisfactory. Moreover, at that time Enomoto-san admitted that she had not received any offers for visits. After all, the store wasn't as big as it is now in Okinawa.
“Besides, I can't disappoint Yvon-kun who has granted my wish of buying a building in order to open a store. Yvon-kun is too good to me… so it's only natural that I should be serious, right?” Her eyes looked down as if they contained sorrow even for a moment. Then looking at me still with Enomoto-san's sunflower smile.
Shimazaki-san was a little embarrassed when his wife said that. Not really, even he is always ashamed of his wife's nosy and romantic behavior.
“Well, because I was traveling abroad for too long. I think Yui is lonely. At that time I couldn't do anything. Until I decided to retire at fifty-two, and thought… hey! How about I make up for what I've done wrong that let her lonely for years? By giving her the gift of her very big dream?”
Kashiwagi-san and I smiled in admiration at Shimazaki-san's words. Well, even though his wife is increasingly teasing him.
“Fufufufu~ you don't need to be so honest!”
“Hmph! I'm always honest as it is!”
After that we escorted them out the door of Kumoishi while waiting for their taxi.
"Oh yes, young man, what's your name again?" asked Enomoto-san
“Ei-eijiro Munekata, madame,”
Enomoto-san told me that actually her former husband, Yvon Shimazaki, was a shy and nervous person, like me.
“Well, I usually tend to be quiet and cold. I have a kind of small association that… is not very good. All of my classmates have always feared and respected me, without exception, Yvon-kun. Even when I asked for money, Yvon-kun just obeyed and never protested. He usually gives regularly every week. Were you masochists back then, honey?” Enomoto-san turned towards her husband.
"What? no!”
Kashiwagi-san who heard that was quite surprised.
“E-eh? So…,"
"Not long, about two months. Yvon-kun doesn't give me any more money. Then I charged him, though he just remained silent. Until the time I tried so hard, Yvon-kun even gave me a wedding ring! Kyaaaa~!”
“Yui! Stop it!"
“Oh~ Yvon-kun is angry~”
The taxi came, they said goodbye.
Kashiwagi and I felt sorry for Shimazaki-san for a moment. However… seeing their unusual relationship made me feel warm deep down inside. In my opinion, it's the most unique romance story than any manga or novel. Sounds more organic.
Then…
Kashiwagi-san, who was not looking at me, suddenly said something I didn't understand at all.
"Hey, Munekata-san..., why don't we try Enomoto-san's suggestion?"
(Eh? Suggestion? When did he give the suggestion? What suggestion? What did the silver hair girl say?)
***
Working hours have passed. I, who had been thinking about Kashiwagi-san's words since this afternoon, of course I'm still confused. Also, because I often follow Kashiwagi-san's departure time, I somehow feel guilty if I leave early. So…
My phone shows 19.00….
As usual my sales report today increased though not much. My work is done, now I just look at the view of Edogawa from the big glass window. The city lights twinkled, like beads on a black cloth.
Suddenly…
“Munekata-san, Are… are you done?”
Kashiwagi-san came over to where I was working. Unknowingly Kashiwagi-san gave me a jumpscare.
“E-eeh! A-ah… yes, yes. I am done!"
Kashiwagi-san then asked me to go home together. After tidying up some of Kashiwagi-san's scattered documents, turning off the room's lights and air conditioner, we rushed to the elevator.
Kashiwagi-san is getting weird tonight. Her temperament was very friendly and her face was slightly red. I don't know what caused it, but Kashiwagi-san sure makes me nervous. Because of her character, also because of nature. Because I, a man who might be attracted to women. Even Kashiwagi-san spoke in colloquial rather than formal language.
“So… you often come home at night, Munekata-san. Do you live near here?” asked Kashiawagi-san who was looking at me from the metal reflection of the elevator door.
“Well, I live in the Furendori Apartment.”
"Ow, close to Kinji-san, isn’t it?"
I laughed lightly. When I asked back, I was surprised that Kashiwagi-san also lived near the office. Actually still one owner of the Furendori Apartment, or rather the two apartment blocks behind it. Miryoku's apartment.
(Eh? Miryoku's apartment? Doesn't Aemi-san live there too? Why didn't she tell me?)
We had gotten off the elevator, then walked out of the building. We ran into Goro-san. On my way out, Goro-san gave me a thumbs up. I feel weird, why is that?
“Oh yes, Kashiwagi-san. While we're going home together, do you want some soba?” I said turning to her. The more strange, the expression on her face looked breathless and slightly seems like blushing cheeks.
“O-oh…, soba noodle? Is any shop nearby?”
(Huh? She doesn't know? O-oh…! Maybe because Kashiwagi-san often comes home late and because she's tired rarely pays attention!)
“Eh? If you're walking home you should pass Yoichibei-san's small soba shop,"
Shortly after…
A shop near the crossroad and located on the left side of the alley. A small shop decorated with hanging red banners in the shape of twelve rectangles with the words “Shiawase” and two exotic red and orange hanging lanterns.
When we were about to enter the shop, Kashiwagi-san suddenly seemed to want to collapse. Well, actually I already feel her walking a little staggered. The problem is I don't pay much attention to Kashiwagi-san.
“Ka-kashiwagi-san? A-you're not okay?" I held her shoulder that was about to collapse. Her breath was getting shallower, her face flushed and slightly sweaty. It's kinda erotic to see it like that. Kashiwagi-san looks like she's drunk, even though I haven't noticed a can of beer on her table since earlier.
“Wow~! Y-you have a fever, Kashiwagi-san?” I held her forehead.
“Hhhhh… R-really? Could you please… help me, Munekata-san…?”
I held her while walking and helped her sit down at Yoichibei-san's shop. It's like helping a grandmother whose back hurts when she sits.
“Oya… what is with this lady, Munekata-san?” Yoichibei-san while frying something. "You're… not doing anything weird, right? hahahaha!"
“Hey, hey, obviously not!?”
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