Chapter 255 – Meeting (4)

“You waited a long time.”

“No.”

For a full-fledged meeting, we put on suits and went out to the hotel lobby. My father kept shaking his shoulders as if the suit he hadn’t worn in a long time was awkward, and her mother put her hands together politely and looked like a lady. Her heavy makeup and stiff face didn’t look like my mother, so I laughed for no reason.

There was nothing different about me.

It was because when I looked in the mirror, I saw an awkwardly posed, large country boy who was not used to wearing a suit. My father slapped me on the back saying, ‘A guy with a good back has no form.’ My mother even told me to relax a bit.

But the beam in my own eye is invisible, and the speck in someone else’s eye looks bigger. Our family members, with their hair on bristle from the rapid tension, were still tense while telling each other to relax.

“You ride. I will guide you right to the restaurant.”

The person guiding us was someone we hadn’t seen before. He was wearing a black suit and had a strong physique like an athlete, so it was immediately obvious that he was a yakuza. Because he spoke Korean quite fluently, even his father spoke in a curious tone.

“You are good at Korean.”

“Gyopo, Gyopo. Korean. I learned a little from my father.”

“Ah, Gyopo.”

The man didn’t talk about personal affairs any more. I stopped my father from pretending to know something and told him.

“Yes. Then please take the lead.”

A black car was parked at the front door of the hotel. Does Ichigaya Gumi like black cars? All gangsters on TV use black cars. Do gangsters just like black cars? Said the driver.

“I will leave right away. Please fasten your seat belt.”

“Yes.”

We obediently fastened our seat belts like children who came to receive traffic safety education and then looked ahead. The vehicle ran on the road as smoothly and silently as it did when departing from the airport. As the dazzling hotel was moving away, the sparkling downtown street was getting closer.

In the forest of nightlight-like signboards written in Japanese, we were preoccupied with counting the number of signs like moths to a fire. My father frowned and shook his head as if his eyes were hurting, but he wiggled his fingers and licked his lips, as if he was sorry he didn’t bring his camera.

My mother and I were busy watching even the people we passed by. This place was as busy and colorful as its name. Touts attracting drunken customers, business cards scattered on the floor, yakuza walking around in suits and in an uncomfortable state, and nasty people sitting in the corner smoking cigarettes.

Tourists roaming around freely, thinking that even these people are part of tourism, and locals avoiding the dark streets. A man wearing a checked shirt with a cigarette butt on was being dragged out of a pachinko parlor by the collar.

With good timing, the driver made a wide turn and entered the alley. After passing a little forward from the colorful night street, a high-end restaurant area appeared. Employees dressed in traditional Japanese attire, formal music sounds, and old wooden plaques attesting to the age.

I saw a signboard that must have watched the rise and fall of the downtown area from this spot for a very long time. I couldn’t read the signboard written in Japanese, but I was well aware that this was no ordinary restaurant. His father raised his eyebrows at the atmosphere in the restaurant and then closed his mouth, while his mother held my hand tightly. I held her hand so she wouldn’t be nervous.

In front of the store, there was an employee directing parking. All over the world, large stores have dedicated parking lots. Upon entering the parking lot under the skillful guidance of a parking attendant, luxury cars lined up in rows. My father pointed to one of the cars and said:

“You should have had a car like that. When will you get your license?”

“I’ll pick it up soon. I’m still busy with work, so I can’t keep up.”

“Speaking of being busy, that’s all an excuse. Uh? That’s when I…”

The driver spoke cautiously, before the father gave another lengthy nag based on his own experience.

“Im here.”

I thanked the driver and got out, holding his mother’s hand, while my father looked around as he got out of the car. After we finished eating, an older Japanese glanced at us and got into the car. The driver led us towards the store.

At the entrance of the store from the parking lot, there was a counter clerk taking reservations. She was wearing traditional Japanese clothing and her face was white with make-up. Personally, she felt like she had been part of an oriental horror-themed parade.

She and her driver talked a few words. She must have been asked whose reservation she had, given that the driver said she was “Ichigaya Gumi.” The female clerk quickly greeted us in a polite manner and then raised her fingertip to ring her bell.

Daughter and -.

Along with the sound, a staff member was walking at a quick pace from the other side of the hallway. Everything was fresh and new to my family.

When the driver arrived, she bowed her head to us and said,

“Then, I’ll wait in the car.”

“Is it so. I suffered.”

My father encouraged the driver and sent him back naturally. We followed the staff through a long hallway. Here and there in the hallway, there was the sound of eerie low-pitched voices and humming songs as one tilted a glass.

The clerk carefully checked the room number once again and knocked on the door we were going to enter. Hearing a voice from inside, the employee pulled the sliding door open.

“Welcome.”

There were Noboru Ichigaya and Ichie, who will be acting as “Ichigaya Yamataro” Today. Both of them were dressed neatly and neatly, as it was a formal occasion, and Noboru shaved his beard. Perhaps it was awkward wearing a beard, he habitually touched his chin even after greeting us.

“Please don’t. Eat to your heart’s content and have honest conversations.”

“Ah yes. Thank you for the invitation.”

My father nodded in a cheerful voice and sat down. A middle-aged woman with an elegant appearance was sitting next to Noboru. However, from her reaction to Ichie, I could tell that she was the real Ichie’s mother.

“This way, I… Wife. This is Ichigaya Fujie.”

Noboru must have been uncomfortable with the word ‘my wife’, so when she said it, she slightly narrowed her eyes. Mr. Fujie also greeted us with an awkward face. She said in broken Korean.

“Hello, how are you? It’s ichi I’m in Fuji. She makes sense as a mother.”

“Oh, nice to meet you. Jung Soo-hyun’s mother This is Kim Sook-hee.”

I looked at Ichie. She did not wear the traditional kimono for Ichie. She was wearing a neat suit and black stockings that slightly showed her legs. She usually wears a little punk style, and since she sits neatly with her hair up, a little bit of inappropriate inappropriate feelings can seep out. Was

She grinned at me, and I gave her her wink.

Over a pre-prepared meal, a light drink was exchanged before a full-scale conversation. Noboru and her father had already had a drink together, laughing broadly, while mother and mother Ichie were just looking at each other’s ‘husband’, laughing awkwardly.

When I looked at Ichie again, she seemed to have the same thoughts as me. Our eyes were saying this.

This could turn out surprisingly well.

*****

A meeting is an event in which the parties to the wedding have no right to speak. The man and woman who promised to marry only exchanged glances as if they had become the main characters in a Shakespearean tragedy. Conversation took place only at the head of the table.

Father and father. It is a time when mothers and mothers judge each other. Noboru, who had already met her face several times, had nothing to ask me, and it seemed that my father and mother had more questions about Noboru and Ichie’s mother than about Ichie.

“Heh heh heh! Oh my, I didn’t know the story would work this well!”

“I am also very happy to meet someone I can communicate well with.”

He tilted several glasses, but Noboru showed no signs of being drunk, and his father was slightly drunk and his eyes were wide open. The mother only smiled awkwardly, fearing that her father would make a mistake.

Noboru continued pouring alcohol whenever his father held out a glass, scraping out exactly what he liked and making him happy. The father nodded and chuckled, his face flushed red.

It seemed like this was the first time I’d seen my father in such a good mood at a drinking party. Noboru glanced at me and gave me a wink.

In the first place, at the point where my father liked alcohol, this meeting had no choice but to play in Noboru’s hands. Noboru grilled and boiled his father with great skill, and his father did not notice that Noboru and Ichie’s mother were strangely awkward, nor that he had raised his voice slightly because he was so drunk.

We blankly watched how Noboru usually extorted men’s wallets. Noboru secretly poured the drink with a smile on his face, and distracted his mother from excessive drinking by leading the story.

My father, who had been drinking for several drinks, his face clouded over, stared into the air to answer, and even tossed out-of-focus questions.

“So, Mr. Yamataro, what is your name?”

“This is Yamataro.”

“Oh, I see!”

My father, who was more drunk than usual, seemed to have even forgotten that this was a meeting ceremony.

“That, that, that, what are you talking about? My son, this time Ichie, is getting married to a Japanese girl… !”

Her mother slapped her father on the back in an absurd drunkenness.

“Honey, we’re here for a meeting now.”

“Uh? Did you?”

The father, startled, turned his head and bowed his head to Noboru to greet him.

“Oh, old man. This is rude, I use a lot of rude…!”

However, the father, who was about to bow his head for a moment, fell down on the edge of the table and fell asleep with a snoring sound. The mother stomped her feet, touching her hot face, and said Noboru was fine.

“It’s fine. It looks like you took more than that. I’m going to my house now. I will contact you again.”

“Ah yes… !”

We sighed in relief and looked into each other’s eyes. Noboru is a god. Karen-chan is invincible.