The Abandoned White Magician’s Tea Life - Chapter 84 : Congratulations to You (1)
Chapter 84 : Congratulations to You (1)
After lunch, Amalia and Yugo cleaned up. Leonardo offered to help, but they felt bad about making the star of the day do the washing up, so they asked him to take a rest on the sofa.
“Leonardo, you looked happy.”
Amalia smiled as Yugo said this while wiping the dishes Amalia had washed.
“Yes. It was nice knowing someone had put their best to work making a meal for me.”
“Hmm? But, I think today’s meal was more mom’s favorite than Leonardo’s favorite.”
Yugo’s carefree remark made Amalia feel nervous inside.
What Leonardo wanted for his birthday was Amalia’s smile――since their conversation happened while Yugo was away, he did not know why Amalia cooked her favorite food on Leonardo’s birthday.
It’s not that she was doing anything to feel guilt about. But she felt uncomfortable talking about her life love in front of the boy, who is, after all, her son.
“Yeah… ah, yeah. I’m keeping your new nightgown on the bed.”
“Un, thanks. Yes, that’s right. I’ll be staying with Eva tonight.
With her wet hands dangling, Amalia raises her voice from behind. However, Yugo, who had just stepped down from the stand, was nonchalant, wiping his hands and looking in the direction of the next day.
“I have permission from Eva and the innkeeper uncle. I told them not to tell Mom and Leonardo, but it worked out great.”
“Oh, you have my permission…no, you don’t! If you’re going to sleep over, you have to tell me in advance――”
“If you’re going to lecture me, I’ll hear it tomorrow. Well then, time to get ready!”
“Oh, come on!”
She tried to grab him by the collar, but he ducked. Yugo left the kitchen at a high speed. He ran up the stairs and came down shortly after. He must have been using some kind of wind or something, because he was so fast that she couldn’t even see him.
“I’m off!…mom, please be good to Leonardo.”
Carrying a backpack for the trip, Yugo said his final words in a tone of unbounded kindness and affection. Then he put something on the front door closet and ran out of the house while Amalia was stunned.
“Hey, wait a minute――!”
“Amalia-san, was that…Yugo?”
“He’s gone to stay with Eva! He said that he already got her permission, but he didn’t say anything to me…”
Leonardo peeked out of the living room, at first he was startled to see Amalia sitting in the doorway, but when he heard what she said, he fell silent. Then he seemed to notice something that Yugo had just left behind and picked it up――then he took a deep breath.
“It’s a letter…from Yugo.”
“A letter? That boy can’t write, and yet he’s…”
She rushed to her feet and received the letter from Leonardo.
It was apparently written on the back of a piece of miscellaneous paper, with a squishy line drawing of two people and a familiar letter that read, “Happy birthday, Leonardo, my present. From Yugo”.
“…is this Eva’s handwriting?”
“Apparently they’ve both been trying. I guess they want us to spend the night together.”
‘Both of them…’
She quickly looked up, but Leonardo was looking at the letter in Amalia’s hand, not Amalia.
These letters are Eva’s handwriting.
But this drawing, which seems to have been written in shaved black charcoal――
“…is this me and Leonardo in Yuro’s drawing?”
“I’m sure it is. Look, the short one with long hair is Amalia-san, and this one is me.”
“Because his first present, his first letter, they’re all from Leonardo.”
“Presents?…ahh, I remembered when he hunted a prey for me.”
Leonardo chuckled, and Amalia was so annoyed that she lightly poked Leonardo in the chest.
“I envy you, I really do! You must treasure this letter!”
“I will…although this was given to me as a birthday present, I think its actually for both of us, me and Amalia-san.”
“…I don’t think so.”
“Yugo won’t be offended.”
Leonardo smiled when he received the letter from Amalia.
Yugo and Leonardo are more like good friends than father and son. Amalia treats Yugo as her son, but perhaps it is because they are both men that they have something in common and understand each other.
‘I’m still a little jealous, but…’
As Leonardo was still glancing at the letter in his pocket, he felt a sudden touch on his cheek.
Under the light of the small lamp in the foyer, Leonardo squinted his gray eyes and stared at Amalia.
It was so good to be stared at by him. Amalia also relaxed her cheeks and whispered, “Leonardo.”
“Twenty-four years ago――thank you for being born.”
“…now I realize, once again, that I was born lucky. I was lucky to be born.”
Leonardo said in a muffled voice as his gray eyes seemed dimmed.
He pulled Amalia by the hand and went to the living room. As usual, they sat down facing each other, but Leonardo suddenly pulled Amalia’s arm, sat her between his legs on the sofa, and hugged her tightly from behind.