"Okaeri!" Kenkyo exclaimed who quickly approached me.
I greeted her with a smile.
"Tadaima," I said after I kissed the back of her hand.
"Nii-san called me for what?" she asked enthusiastically.
I grabbed her hand and led her into my room without answering.
I sat her on the king size bed that Kenichi provided for me.
"Happy First Wedding Anniversary, Sweetheart," I said as I gave her a necklace with her name on it.
T.KENKYO!
That's what it says on the necklace.
"Wooah! Choukawaii," (WOW! How sweet!) she said praising my gift.
"Boku no soha ni ite kurenai ...." (Would you be by my side) She looked at me when I said that.
".... forever?"
She nodded excitedly.
"Ai shitemo ii?" (Can I love you?) I ask again
"Mochiron." (of course) the answer
"Ai shiteru yo!" (I love you) I said again.
"Ai shiteru mou," she replied shyly.
I hugged her tightly. Very closely.
"Nii-san, Kenkyo can't breathe."
I immediately let go of my hand.
"Gomennasai, Koibito," I said regretfully.
She handed me the necklace, for me to wear around her neck.
I smile, for some reason I often smile when I'm near her.
The smell of roses wafting from his body almost made me drunk. Don't let me do that to her even though she'll be out of school soon.
And somehow detective Kang's words kept ringing. What if it's true? I'm not willing! I should have earned my wife's chastity!
"Kenkyo." I could feel my voice cool as I called out to my wife.
"Hmm?"
"You smell good. I want to take a shower first, okay?" I said then.
Kheh! Stupid! But that's all that popped into my head.
There's no way I'm asking the truth. After all, he couldn't remember.
I heard her giggling. I don't know, today's teenage girls are just getting weirder.
"Nani atta no?" (What's wrong?) I asked.
She shook her head.
Right? Strange!
***
I saw Kenkyo writing on the dressing table, which is in this room. I don't know what she wrote, but I saw a tinge of happiness on her face.
Love letter? May be. I smirked when I thought that it was indeed a love letter or poem she had written. My grin widened as I digested that it was most likely aimed at me.
She hasn't noticed that I have been staring at her for a while.
I cleared my throat to get her attention. She turned and smiled at me.
"What are you writing?" I asked.
"Secret, Sensei!" she replied in a playful annoyed tone. Well, the calls back are inconsistent, right?
"Oshite kore!" (Tell) compel me.