Before I found Nami in the rooftop that Saturday afternoon, her father came up to me and asked me if we were friends. At first, I was hesitant and in doubt. I didn’t want to assume that we’ve established a relationship I can freely call ‘friendship’.
“I think you and Hikaru are the only ones she listens to. Please help me, son.”
I just couldn’t say ‘no’ so I had to lower my pride to talk to her again after deciding to avoid her forever and let her be happy with the perfect-looking Japanese guy she liked so much. Besides, Nami’s father called me son. Who would reject such a beautiful word in my ear? To think that her father approached me just to be in their wedding was a big deal. It only meant that he really wished for her to be there. Asking me to do this was an honor. To be called son
