Still Memories of the Past
"Your father is a farmer, right?"
"Eh, how did JJ know?"
Nana pretended to be surprised, just like what Jangjun ordered earlier.
"Because Nana has planted the seeds of love in my heart," said Jangjun, holding Nana's hands.
"Huuft, loose change! Nana is not touched at all."
Nana threw Jangjun's hand back from hers.
And at that very moment, Jangjun wanted to strangle the girl's neck. Jangjun cursed himself for falling for that heartless girl.
Tired of Jangjun's old-fashioned crap, Nana took out a novel from her bag.
Nana flipped through the first few pages and started reading.
Jangjun who felt ignored, now forcibly snatched the novel.
"Give me back my novel or Nana hit JJ again!" threatened Nana while raising her clenched hands.
Jangjun instead lifted Nana's novel high.
"Nana do you know the difference between JJ and this novel?" asked Jangjun, gently. It seemed, he didn't want to give up on teasing Nana yet.
"The difference is, the novel contains more content than your brain, J!" said Nana, curtly.
"Nana is wrong! The difference is, if this novel is able to drown Nana into the story, JJ is able to drown Nana in love."
"Ah, don't care! Nana doesn't like drowning. What kind of seduction is that?"
Nana forcibly snatched the novel back. This time it worked. Looks like JJ chose to give up.
"Nana-chan?"
"Hey? What the hell, J?"
"Nana, believe it or not love at first sight?" said Jangjun. This time with his head resting on Nana's shoulder.
Even though Nana is a little uncomfortable, in the end she prefers to focus on reading novels.
"Not!" Nana answered simply.
"Eh?" Jangjun's expression made a slight jump. "Then it's the same, it means we're a match, right, Nana?"
"NO, Idiot!!"
The conversation ended with a thick novel that landed right on Jangjun's head.
Jangjun didn't give up, he grabbed the sling bag that was lying beside Princess Takahashi Kensuke and walked ahead of her. It means to look cool. Like in the movies.
"Let's ride again!" asked Jangjun without looking back. He thought Nana would definitely put on a confused expression, and Jangjun liked every one of Nana's expressions.
"Hey, that's my bag! Branded, the newest one my sister bought! Give it back, idiot! You're a bag thief, aren't you? Watch out until you auction it off let alone sell it!" Nana screamed.
W-what? Nana? What the hell is that? Oh my God, this woman! Bag thief? Auction, sell?
Damn! Jangjun really wants to laugh, laugh at the girl he has made as his ideal girl
It felt like Nana's shrill voice was still ringing in Jangjun's ears for a dozen years.
Brake!! Brake!! Brake!!
"PA! OPEN THE DOOR!"
Not yet, Jangjun forgot the shrill voice of Nana's scream, now he had to hear the same scream again. Both loud and squeaky. Like a walking toa.
Reluctantly, Jangnun walked towards his bedroom door. Opens and leans on the door.
"Why the hell, Shin? You can't just let your papa's days rest in peace, heum? You know what time it is?"
"Because I know it's late, that's why I'm panicking, Pa."
Ryushin put on a strange expression. It was as if he had just lost something very precious to him.
"Why panic?"
"Yurippe is missing, Pa. I-I-I can't sleep without him. Huweee ... what if something happens to Yurippe. Papa, help me find Yurippe-chan," Ryushin said. His eyes started to glaze over.
"Yurippe who? Since when does anyone else live in our house, um?"
"Yurippe is my dakimakura, Pa."
Ryushin replied.
Jangjun frowned, not understanding. He couldn't understand what his son was talking about.
"W-what? Dakiunta?"
Jangjun repeats Ryushin's words again. How does he know about the importance of dakimakura for a weasel like Ryushin.
To be continued....