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84: Gods and Enlightenment

No matter how much we evolve, we cannot abandon “gods.”

Of course, there is a question of definition. What do we consider as “gods” — this is surely something we should discuss.

In my case, I have a habit of calling “meaningless, inconvenient things” as “gods,” and the “god” I felt this time was also such a thing.

“I want to have a flashy wedding.”

If the speaker of this line was Milim, I would have respected her claim without any hesitation, thinking, “Oh, that’s surprising.”

But it was my mom who said this, and that’s a little hard to understand.

Furthermore, there was already a background where me and Milim had a conversation like, “Well, some closure is necessary, so it would be nice to settle it easily,” so we thought, “Wait, hold on.”

However, this was my childhood home.

On days off, it had become a habit for me to occasionally visit my parents’ house or Millim’s parents’ house. Of course, there were various discussions before marriage, so there were also those circumstances. The advantage of a family home is that it provides favorable conditions for parents, and my mother’s pushiness here was about three times stronger than usual.

By the way, if we consider the average pushiness of a typical person as “ten,” my mom naturally had about “thirty.” So, Millim and I became timid, and there was nothing else to do but listen to my mom’s strong assertion as she leaned forward on the table.

**”Let’s invite a lot of people. I’ll provide the funding. The money I saved while working is still there.”**

It’s not like it’s okay if it doesn’t cost money. It requires effort, and personally, if there’s money we can use, I’d rather use it for something more practical than a “wedding ceremony.” For example… well, something like a sudden illness or something.

Millim must be thinking the same thing as me. Her tail is expressing confusion behind her waist.

**”You two don’t understand, do you? A wedding ceremony… is important.”**

Important. Well, it’s probably important… but I can argue against it. Mom, if you have money to spend on something like that, I’d prefer you to use it in a more practical direction. For example… well, I don’t know, something like that, for a sudden illness.

**”Rex, you are so much like your father, that’s why you say such things, but you and Millim don’t understand the meaning of the words ‘a wedding ceremony is important.’”**

Ugh… I groaned.

This choice of words is completely aimed at convincing me. When we logical people are told that “we don’t understand the meaning,” we end up in a position to listen to the explanation. It’s the wording of someone who knows that I can’t be convinced by just emotions and enthusiasm.

There was a god in my mother right now. Strong. Very strong. I have a strong premonition that I will be pushed through like this without any specific persuasion.

**”The scale of the wedding ceremony determines your future life. I’ll tell you specifically, but there was a time when I considered divorcing your father.”**

…………Huh, seriously?

It was a shocking fact that was being revealed now.

My parents, who were treated as almost like a rare species in the category of “is there really such a lovey-dovey couple,” had actually faced the crisis of divorce.

**”You know, there was a time when your father quit teaching and started running a cram school, remember?”**

Ah…

Certainly, even though he should have had a reasonably stable income as a teacher, starting a new job like that could have become a cause for divorce.

**”Your father was influenced by Martin’s mother and started the cram school… I thought, ‘Why would he try to change his life based on the advice of another woman, not me?’”**

….

Continue.

**”I thought, ‘Why don’t you just marry Martin’s mother then?’ I was considering breaking up. I mean… right? Even though I’m here, why, you know? Isn’t that about thirty percent cheating?”**

Although I still have doubts about whether that would be considered thirty percent cheating or what exactly “thirty percent cheating” means…

Since Millim is strongly agreeing next to me, I decided to be careful.

“During that time, we watched the recording of a wedding together. … And then, the emotions from that time came back to us. Papa initially wanted to have a small-scale wedding, but I thought that if the wedding was small, the emotions might be weak, and we might have separated due to that.”

The conversation with Mama continued, but I couldn’t quite understand it.

“Also, relatives. If the wedding is small, the relatives might look down on us. You know, the position within the husband’s family is important, right? I mean, not just the husband’s family, but the ranking among the brides who married into the husband’s family… If it’s low, it causes stress.”

I somehow understood that realistic part of the conversation.

Mama’s talk continued aimlessly.

It’s like the main theme… the main theme is wandering.

Her talk seemed to revolve around the emotion of “making the wedding flashy,” and rather than logically persuading me, it felt like she was just listing the benefits (as perceived by Mama) of making the wedding flashy.

The number of benefits she listed was enormous, and the conversation seemed endless, so I had been reduced to just saying “yeah,” “uh-huh,” and “okay” for a long time.

Mirim, who was listening eagerly beside me, was amazing.

“So, that’s it. Also…”

I wanted to go home and have dinner soon, so I ended up making a promise, “Alright, we’ll make the wedding flashy.”

Mama was delighted, and even Mirim, who was supposed to prefer a simple wedding, was happy.

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When Papa came home, he patted my shoulder and said, “This is married life.”

The person behind the glasses had a calmness peculiar to someone who had attained enlightenment.