Seiji was holding Chiaki's hand and caressing her face as he looked at her in concern.
"Was it the same dream?" he asked as he wiped away her tears.
"I think so … I don't remember …" Chiaki held her boyfriend's hand tightly and felt his warmth.
"I just heard you say 'mom,'" Seiji mentioned.
Mom?
For some reason, Chiaki was moved upon hearing this.
She knew nothing about her mother … her mother.
She didn't know what her mother looked like, what her name was, what type of person she was, or whether or not she was still alive.
Her father didn't tell her anything. He only showed her a painting, and she couldn't see her mother's face clearly at all.
She was dissatisfied with this, but she never made a fuss about it, because she knew that it would be useless.
Could it be that her father was telling the truth? Chiaki suddenly had this thought.
She said "mom" in her dream, so the dream should be about her mother, but she couldn't remember.
She felt sad and important, but she just couldn't remember — could it be that her father was the same? He said that he couldn't remember that person's face, but that he had amnesia instead of being heartless? Was the dream about her mother actually an anomaly?
She told Seiji all this as she thought about it.
"That's a possibility … it seems that I'll need to ask your father." Something flashed in Seiji's eyes.
Chiaki could hear her own heartbeat. She didn't know if it was due to nervousness or something else.
If what she thought was true, how should she face her father? Should she apologize for all the misunderstandings between them? Her relationship with her father … would it change?
Her current emotions were so complex that even she didn't understand them.
"Can we continue sleeping?" Seiji asked after a period of silence.
"Yes … as long as you're here."
"Then go ahead and sleep. I'll be right here."
"I said accompany me in bed," Chiaki said coquettishly.
Seiji was rendered speechless.
"What's the matter?" Chiaki asked after noticing that her boyfriend wasn't reacting.
"I'm having an intense internal struggle," Seiji said in a calm tone.
"I can't tell at all."
"Because I'm trying really hard to endure it."
"It's just sleeping together, no problem, right?"
"The problem is very big. I won't be able to control myself."
Hearing this, Chiaki smiled.
"Is it really that difficult for you?"
"Of course! You're very charming, very charming. "Seiji said sincerely," To be able to endure to this extent, even I want to praise myself. "
Chiaki smiled sweetly, her eyes watery.
"Then … let me do it for you," she said coquettishly, licking her lips.
…
Afterwards, the girl hugged the young man, feeling his warmth, and fell asleep peacefully.
In the morning, the sky was clear and white.
Chiaki picked up her cell phone and dialed the number of her father, Wakaba Hiroshi Makoto.
Seiji and Mika watched from the side.
The call connected.
"Good morning … Dad." Chiaki greeted her father.
Her tone was calm, but the two people beside her could see that her heart was not calm.
"I want to ask you about Mom."
"I think I dreamed about her last night, but I can't remember what it was about."
"I felt like she was important, but I couldn't remember …"
"And then I thought about you, and what you said about Mom …"
"Dad … actually, you didn't forget about Mom, you just lost all your memories about her, right?"
The person on the other end of the phone remained silent.
"Dad …" Chiaki clenched her fists. "Actually, you want to remember Mom, but you can't, right?"
The person on the other end of the line remained silent.
"Dad …"
"No." The person on the other end of the line finally gave a negative response.
Chiaki's expression froze over.
"Don't let your imagination run wild just because you had a dream. You're no longer a child." Wakaba Hiroshi Makoto said coldly, "If you have time, why don't you read some books or exercise? Don't think too much about meaningless things."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Chiaki's expression became gloomy.
Seeing her like this, Seiji frowned. Mika felt sad.
"He said 'no' …" Chiaki whispered, "I was thinking too much."
Seiji took out his cell phone and dialed Wakaba Hiroshi Makoto's number.
The call didn't go through.
He continued dialing.
The call still didn't go through.
He continued dialing.
Finally, the call went through.
"Good morning, Wakaba -san."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Chiaki's boyfriend, Harano Seigo," Seiji said. "I'm sitting together with Chiaki right now. I was watching her when she was talking to you on the phone just now."
The person on the other end of the line remained silent.
"I'm sorry that I can't speak to you in a better tone, because I'm displeased." Seiji's tone of voice rose.
"Seiji …" Chiaki wanted to say something, but he stopped her with a look.
"Forgive me for being blunt, Wakaba -san, but you're an incompetent father!" Seiji didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
"To be honest, I have an urge to beat you up right now.
I know that this impulse is unreasonable, because I don't know your situation. I don't know why you're treating Chiaki like this. Perhaps you have your own difficulties.
But no matter what, as a father, you have responsibilities!
Please understand as well. As your boyfriend, I also have responsibilities.
I'm sorry that I said something rude, but I won't take it back, and I hope that you won't forget. Otherwise … I might really beat you up one day, no matter if you're a famous artist or something else. "
Seiji remained silent.
Chiaki and Mika were speechless as they looked at Seiji's imposing manner.
"Harano Seigo …" After a long period of silence, Wakaba's Hiroshi Makoto finally spoke up. "I know you."
"It's good for a high school boy to be energetic, but don't be too arrogant."
"I'll reflect on myself, and I hope that you, Wakaba -san, will reflect on yourself as well." Seiji responded, "Just now, Chiaki asked you a question. Please answer honestly, and tell her about her mother. She has the right to know."
"You don't have the right to talk," Hiroshi Makoto said coldly.
"I'm her boyfriend."
"I don't approve."
"I don't need the approval of a father who only sees his daughter a few times a year." Seiji spoke in the same cold tone.
"I told you not to be too arrogant, high school boy. Boyfriend-Girlfriend relationships are nothing more than a game. "
"I can play this game for the rest of my life."
"A high school boy who relies on his parents to survive doesn't have the right to say such things."
"Does a father who doesn't care about his daughter have the right to say such things?"
The two of them exchanged words over the phone as if they were having a battle.
While Chiaki was nervous and worried about this scene, she also felt somewhat delighted.
Her reliable boyfriend stood up for her, and her cold father met his match … it was inevitable that she would be delighted.
'Trust in Seiji; he knows what he's doing … even if he really breaks up with her father, he'll take responsibility!'
Chiaki felt reassured when she thought about how even if her father abandoned her, Seiji would still be able to support her for the rest of her life.
'He's super handsome, talented, and rich, and he truly loves me. This is the boyfriend that I'm proud of!' She suddenly had the urge to tell her father that to his face.
If she really did that, what expression would her father have on his face?
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