Chapter 136 – The Widow in Front of the Portrait (2)
Episode 135, The widow in front of the portrait (2).
I remember that the house of my legal father that I saw in the anime and Midori’s dream was not so remote.
It seems that my legal father and parents, in other words, my grandparents, who are old, have made a homecoming.
It is not an ordinary countryside, but a very deep countryside.
So-. It was only after waiting for a long time on the train that the scenery I had searched for on the Internet caught my eye.
Steep mountains visible after exiting the tunnel.
Paddy fields filled between the mountains. The river and the unpaved road across the center seemed to give a sense of nostalgia for some reason.
Still, there are streetlights, and at the end of the dirt road there is a small nursing home or hospital. It didn’t seem like such a bad place.
“Cooooo… “
With the sound of her breathing, I could feel the speed of the train slowing down.
“Mother, you need to get up.”
I frowned slightly at the feel of Midori’s chest bone eating my forearm, then raised her forehead with the palm of my hand.
It’s like a black suit.
A black T-shirt with a black jacket and a plain black skirt.
The only thing not wearing black is a pearl necklace around her neck. Seeing her dressed like an ajumma like me with a face that looks like she should be going to school in a school uniform like me.
I wonder if it looked funny because it looked like a child pretending to be an adult.
“You have to get up.”
Maybe because he got younger, he sleeps a lot, and he doesn’t seem to want to wake up even if he shakes it roughly.
Immediately I put my thumb and forefinger on her soft cheek and lifted her mother’s face from her shoulder.
A mother’s cheeks filled with soft breast meat.
I know that my actions are wrong in a society where it is widely said that what you see is not always what you see, and that you have to look inside a person, where prejudice is considered a sin.
Now, I feel like my Confucian skills are diminishing with my mother, who has become roughly the same age as me (outwardly).
“Ahhhhh… , It hurts son!”
A little bit of saliva flowed down her chin, and fell down with a ‘pop’ between her deep breastbones.
I wondered if the saliva would get on my hand as well, so I took her hand away and my mother immediately laid her head on her shoulder as if it were her own bed.
“Five minutes…More…Sleep… “
My mother’s wide-open eyes looked up at me, and the sound of her sleepy, sticky breath flowed from her slightly open mouth.
It’s like she’s under me.
Widely!
“Ah!”
“You slept a lot. And I did all the hard work. Why is your mother sleeping?”
Midori, who rubbed her red-hot cheeks with both hands, rolled his legs as if she didn’t like it so much, then stretched out her arms and legs at me.
Originally, there is a saying that even the mental age follows the body.
My mother seems to be like that too.
“Ryu, Mom. I just woke up and have no strength, carry me on my back.”
*
“Haam~. Ryu, how much do you have left?”
Don’t let the hot wind blow into your ears.
I peck her mother’s thigh once with my forearm, then bounce her hips back to correct her posture with Midori on her back.
“We are almost there.”
That wooden house over there is the house of my grandparents.
An old Japanese house. The roof is tiled and should I call it whitewashing? At the corners of the white-painted walls, black-painted wooden beams could be seen.
It is a street scene that makes you feel like you have to walk around wearing a loincloth and clogs.
“Oh my, my my. Son, the house is really very pretty. It feels like you’re in a historical drama.”
Looking at the house, it was questionable whether there was proper gas or household items inside.
Should I say that I can clearly see how Midori’s twinkling eyes will change just because she has a nice villa?
“Well. It looks nice from the outside, but it’s a wooden house, so soundproofing won’t be good. Because it’s been a while since the grandmother vacated her house. As soon as I go in, I think I’ll just keep working.”
Now that we are almost there, the moment she asks Mother if she would like to get off at the piggyback bar.
“Hey, who are you? Are you from the city?”
An old man who was doing his chores in the field next to the house came out and talked to me.
Midori hurriedly got down from my back, knowing that it’s embarrassing in front of the elders. I answered her grandmother’s questions instead of her mother, who straightened out her crumpled clothes.
“Ah yes. I am the grandson of the grandmother of this house.”
“Eh, looks like you are the son of that cage! Then that girl-“
“Big, big”
Midori’s knee trembled as she greeted him like an adult while showing off her neat appearance as much as possible.
“Looks like your lover. That old woman of hers is also very lingering. She wanted to see her grandson like that, but what does that daughter-in-law do to cut ties with her grandson?”
Midori tried to correct her grandmother, hesitated, then turned her head away and started talking about her.
“That nasty bitch killed my son, yes, I just tapped her on the chest and went to a nursing home over there, so what? I feel sorry for Jimin.”
There is no way her grandmother knew about the diary of former a pink slut mode Midori’s flamboyant affair, so her son drank alone and fell asleep with a bottle. What on earth did his wife do?
“Aha…Yes.”
“Well, swearing at your mother in front of you is a bit like that. The house is still like a place where people live because I drop by once in a while. Don’t worry too much.”
“Ah, thank you very much. Grandma.”
As she greeted Midori with ninety degrees, her grandmother waved her hand with a benevolent look on her face as if to say goodbye.
That’s how she passes her grandmother, too, up Tommy World.
“Your girlfriend looks like she’s giving birth to a baby! This neighborhood must be noisy for a long time. Dragging. I’m sure the old folks in the neighborhood will be happy.”
Her white eyebrows twitched and she poked Midori’s ass with her elbow.
Where did her benevolent face from earlier go? The old woman, who has changed to that mischievous yet lascivious expression typical of an elderly woman, looks at us with excitement as if watching a morning drama.
“Ah…That, it’s not like that. Grandma…”
“Well, these days, women shouldn’t be so timid. No matter how you look at it, I’m doing this to the nobleman in my house!”
Her grandmother shows off her sudden sprained technique, and Midori wiggles her arms around her in bewilderment.
It was her grandmother who said that Midori’s embarrassment was just fun.
‘As expected, this world is also a grandmother… It’s not normal..’
I shook my head and opened the door and entered.
*
‘I saw it back then, but in a way, it seems to be similar.’
Normal face with plain black brown hair. If I put photoshop on that face hard, wouldn’t it be my face? I draw my face on the portrait and put my hands together.
Should I call it an attic or a storage room?
Do you call this a Buddhist altar? The well-carved wood and pottery placed on the altar were decorated with flowers.
‘I thought he’d pack a lot because he’s a priest.’
Unlike my previous life, it was a modest feeling. It’s about putting incense and putting your hands together.
Or, in fact, this world is not Japan, but a world made of Japanese anime and manga. How do I know if this is the real Japanese ancestral rites culture?
Match-
“I am very sorry, you. Still, I will raise my children well somehow. I’ll atone for that… “
Midori had heard something from her ex and her grandmother earlier, and she must have felt guilty when she saw a picture of her father after a long time.
Because of the hypnosis I used when Midori was a pingchaeng, she is now my mother who does not know what she has been doing.
‘Perhaps, I was roughly beaten badly, or the boredom came severely…’
Then she overindulged in drinking and went to heaven with alcoholism.
She seems to have been brainwashed for this reason.
Still, such a sad and apologetic appearance would be sincere even if it was a covered memory.
‘Is there any particular need to be sorry…’
Looking at the picture of the portrait, it’s a little like that, but as if Midori didn’t do anything well. She didn’t do anything well with my legal father either.
That human had dozens of chances to save Midori.
Missing that opportunity, and also missing her sister, escaping from reality and falling pathetically into alcoholism, it didn’t look like she wanted to sympathize.
Looking at that hazy face, I can’t do that. I promise you once again
I held out a handkerchief to the tears streaming down the side of my face.
“Thank you, son.”
With an effortless smile, Midori wiped away the tears from her eyes, and pushed me on the back as she stretched.
“Since the due date is tomorrow, guests may come tomorrow. Also, the monk decided to come. Let’s clean up the house right away! Son, will you help me?”
‘There doesn’t seem to be anyone coming, but.’
Seeing my mother still stealing her eyes, I nodded.
Because when a person is depressed, he has to move his body.
*
Swoop-, Swoop
Tatami mats are prone to dust. Even if the grandmother I saw on the street cleaned the house once in a while. It was enough time for the dust to accumulate enough to turn the white rag black.
After clearing the accumulated dust and tidying up the house, Midori regrets that the day has already passed.
She could have been more regretful because she had never been on a trip that was like her trip because she was taking care of her son and her daughter alone, as well as Cage’s death.
‘Cleaning is finished now, and there’s tomorrow.’
Midori got down on her knees and took a pose revealing her voluptuous buttocks. Her hips twitched as she moved forward, stopping after her hand touched the wall.
Midori’s whole body was drenched in sweat, as if her cleaning had been quite difficult. Her hair on her wet forehead and her clothes tight against her body were alluring.
“Whoa… It’s over.”
Taking a quick look around her room, she dipped a mop in her tin bucket and got up to clean up after herself.
Old house.
It’s not her house, and since it’s a quiet rural area, there were a lot of problems that weren’t visible in the house.
‘It’s a relief that at least water comes out.’
Nodding her head, Midori looked at Ryu in her master bedroom preparing her for bed. Ryu piled up her thick duvet and adjusted the angles.
I don’t know who he resembles and is so reassuring, but her son doesn’t hurt even if you put it in his eyes.
Ryu waved her hand at her.
“Because I put a blanket on it. Wash up quickly. The water was heated because there was a firewood place over there.”
Somehow, it was Midori who had been strangely blinded by Ryu’s pumped forearms. To her embarrassment, she makes jokes that her son would hate.
“My son? Did you wash Or should I wash with you?”
“If you keep doing that, we’ll be using each other’s rooms today.”
Midori Ryue, who was talking while pressing down on her stiff, stuffy glasses, only grumbled and headed for her bathroom.
The house was not that big, so the bathroom arrived right away.
Midori, drenched in sweat, struggled to undress and immersed herself in her heated bathroom.
With a splash-
The overflowing water on the bathroom floor and the oversized breasts float away with buoyancy. Midori’s warm bath water seemed to wash away the exhaustion she had accumulated from cleaning today.
“Why am I so tired these days…”
The reason why she was tired and sleepy that didn’t seem like she slept even after sleeping had been bothering Midori lately.
Midori’s eyes blinked and closed-
Thru-.
She was completely reeling.
She exhaled her hardly.
How many times did she repeat the way her voluptuous upper breasts went up and down the water?
She opens her eyes
She lifted herself up in the bathtub.
Her white, bright feet touching the bathtub floor, and her thin ankles rising above them.
And every time she walked, her hips swayed as her hips turned to either side of her.
With a bewitching gait.
Looking at her mirror, Midori gave her a pretty smile as she posed in praise of her own body.
Her wet hair turned pink for a moment.
She’s back to brown.
“Ryu~! Mom, I finished taking a bath.”
With only a towel over her naked body, she began to run briskly toward her Ryu.
