Having Had My Bride Stolen, I Just Want to Live Peacefully

When I heard something unbelievable, I couldn’t help but ask back.

“…Is that true?”

“Yes, I am ashamed. I’m clumsy with my hands, so I can’t cook.”

What does she mean, I can’t keep up with her.

My heart beats faster and faster.

“I see… Tomoko-san, if you don’t mind, may I ask you some other questions?”

“Yes, I don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

I’ll check one by one after I get the approval.

“Can Himeno-san cook?”

“Himeno, I don’t think she could cook. She’s worse than me. It’s not just a failure, it’s an outrageous creation.”

Himeno-san once made a homemade bento for me, but was that not the case?

“Only Nene can cook in the family because there are usually cooks in China, so I leave it to them.”

Tomoko-san answers my questions in advance.

Indeed, when it comes to the Fujisaki family, which controls a large group of people, there are chefs in their possession who don’t cook on their own, and what their partner requires is not cooking, but something else.

Tomoko-san about one of the remarks that caught her.

“Can Nene-chan cook?”

“Yes, she is very good. She was instructed by the head chef and learned how to cook from my grandmother. And since she entered high school, she has always brought her the bento with her.”

I can’t believe Nene-chan was a good cook.

I didn’t notice it because I always put out her mother’s name and pretended not to cook.

However, there have been many scenes where she taught me food ingredients at supermarkets and cooking instructions without looking at recipes.

It’s not because she memorized it, but because her body remembered it.

“Then Tomoko-san, have you ever written a recipe for cooking?”

“Yes, I can’t cook, so I can’t write a recipe, but it’s a trick I can’t do.”

I checked it just in case, but I got an obvious answer.

Making a recipe when it’s hard to follow the recipe is a more advanced act.

In retrospect, the handwriting in the recipe was similar to that in Nene-chan’s study notebook.

There was a point that I could notice when I thought about it.

“What would you like to hear, Arata-san? No, it’s not impossible to guess, but… What happened to Arata-san?”

Tomoko-san looked me straight in the eye and asked.

I took a deep breath and decided to tell her what had happened recently.

“Tomoko-san, don’t get angry and listen. The day after the wedding, Nene-chan came to my house with a bento. For you asked her to do it.”

“Ah, my gosh!”

Tomoko-san was holding her mouth with her eyes wide open.　

That’s true, too, for her name had been put out in a place she didn’t know.

“The next day, no, and she came to my house every day with the bento.”

“I had thought something had happened recently, but I had rushed into the house. We apologize again for the inconvenience caused by the Fujisaki family. I’ll tell her how I should apologize to Arata-san….”

“Don’t get mad at her. You don’t have to apologize to me, either.”

I went on to soothe Tomoko-san, who was upset and upset.

“In the beginning, I was worried about how awkward it was to meet my ex-fiance’s family, and how I shouldn’t take it even if it was a favor because it shouldn’t have anything to do with her anymore. But now that I think about it, I don’t know what I would have done without her.”

I look back on those days.

It was a great help for me living alone because I could feel the balance between the gentle and polite taste and nutrition of the bento and the warmth of the people.

And it is true that Nene-chan was coming to my house the next day, and that it was emotional support.

“I am glad to hear that.”

Tomoko-san seemed to have an indistinct look on her face, but she probably understood.

“Yes, you never asked her to take a picture because you wanted to see how I was, right?”

“No, I probably asked for it.”

What, was it true that she asked for a photo?

“I didn’t know Arata-san was. Even so, you’re actually a big, big, scary, but delicate, cute, big black dog… you’re absolutely right.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“No, I’m sorry. That’s what I’m talking about.”

Tomoko-san put her hands on her lips and smiled as if she were remembering something.

I wanted to hear it deeply, but I put it off and went on.

“So Tomoko-san doesn’t have an apron, does she?”　

“Aprons? What kind of thing is it?”

“Do you remember seeing this?”

When I asked her a question, I showed her the picture on my smartphone and checked it.

I had always thought that if I had received a bento, I would have to thank her.

“Aaaah, you two are cooking? You seem to be close.”

“No, This! This is….”

There were no pictures of the apron alone, so I only wore them, but I showed Tomoko-san a selfie taken by Nene-chan.

I put my smartphone in my pocket in a hurry.

I’m embarrassed, my body temperature rises and I sweat strangely.

By the way, the photo was sent by Nene-san using Bluetooth.

I couldn’t refuse it because it would be sent many times until I approved it.

“I’m afraid I don’t remember seeing that apron. But when I saw the picture, I was relieved to know that Arata-san wasn’t angry.”

Tomoko-san was relieved.

Tomoko-san probably doesn’t know anything about it, even though she’s been asking and answering questions for a while.

I realized that it was all done by Nene-chan, so I decided not to ask any more questions.

“May I speak to you for a moment?”

“Yes, what is it?”

I was the only one asking questions, so I decided to listen to Tomoko-san next.

“The story is about Nene of the last few years.”

I wonder if it’s about Nene-chan from the perspective of her mother, Tomoko-san.

Tomoko-san continued to talk to me, perhaps because she saw my silence as affirmative.

“Nene became very honest, and after pursuing what she wanted to do, she began to turn down things she didn’t like and didn’t want to do, after giving a good reason. It’s a pleasure for me as a mother. It would be a shame if it had resulted in a rush into Arata-san’s house.”

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you very much. I think it’s hard to see what Nene’s true feelings have been because she has been trying to match her surroundings and live up to the expectations of others.”

I wonder if that was the case with Nene-chan before.

When I served a dish that I failed, she told me it wasn’t good, and she was a child who could express her opinion by thinking about the other person rather than being careful to adjust to the other person.

“She decided to go on to Amagamine High School, her appearance has changed since she entered high school, her friends have increased, she has started working part-time, she has started cooking, and above all, her smile has increased.”

Tomoko-san was smiling happily in the sun shining through the trees.

“Now, I think it was because she met Arata-san three years ago.”

I wonder if what I’ve done has inspired Nene-chan to change into something.

“These days it seemed really fun because she had met Arata-san. But she hasn’t been feeling well for the past few days, and perhaps she hasn’t come to your house?”

“W-well…”

“Was that so? I mean, that’s what it is.”　

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not as good as I can imagine, so I’ll refrain from telling you anything uncertain. If possible, please ask her directly.”

That’s right.

Tomoko-san and I felt that it was not Nene-chan’s idea, so it would be different to talk casually.

Then I wonder why Nene-chan came to me.

I wonder why she made a bento and came to my home every day without being asked by anyone.

And why did she stop coming?

When I thought about it, I really wanted to see Nene-chan.

Her face made me want to hear what she said.

“Excuse me, Tomoko-san, is Nene-chan at home?”