Yumeji Page #5

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Like a new landscape

that somehow looks familiar.

We saw a wedding.

Did you imagine it?

No, it's more than that.

It really happened.

Somewhere...

It doesn't have to be Kanazawa.

It could be any place.

It must have happened somewhere.

It could have been any woman, too.

It doesn't have to have been you.

As you wish.

There's a call

from a lady called Oyo.

I'm not going to take it.

That spoiled the mood!

Will you talk to her, ma'am?

Sure.

It was raining like this

when I came here as a bride.

Mr Wakiya paid

a fortune for his bride.

I'm sketching you.

It'll be over soon.

Look at me.

Don't look down.

Look what you did.

It's terrible!

How ominous!

It's your wedding day.

A torn sleeve of a bridal kimono

is a bad sign.

Hurry and sew it up!

Hey, give it back.

- I can't.

- Why not?

Because it's locked.

As soon as I close it,

it locks automatically.

Then unlock it.

What are you doing?!

This will mean trouble!

Damn you! Give us your bag!

That's all right.

No need to get worked up.

If you want it, please keep it.

I won't mind at all.

You! What's your name?

Yumeji Takehisa.

Miss Oyo found a job

at a caf named Evening Primrose.

She wanted you to come

on her first day.

Evening Primrose?

It's the title of one my paintings.

She's mocking me. I won't go.

Don't be mean. Go and see her.

She'll send a car for us.

I'll accompany you.

Let her have her way.

Come this way, Yumeji

Listen to the clapping

Come this way, Yumeji

Listen to the clapping

Welcome to the Evening Primrose.

Come this way, blind devil!

Listen to the clapping!

I love Yumeji!

Just what are you thinking?

What do you mean?

Working in a caf!

And one in the sticks like this.

What choice do I have?

I want to stay with you,

but you have a sweetheart

other than Hikono.

But I don't want

to go back to Tokyo either.

I'm glad you came to see me.

I'm glad, too.

Who is he?

Mr Wakiya.

He said he's an admirer of your work.

Yumeji, I've been waiting for you.

You're taking this too far.

So you're Mr Wakiya.

Can't I be Wakiya?

ls something wrong with that?

I heard you were killed.

So that's a bit odd.

- Killed?

- Yes.

Him?

By whom? Who killed you?

Pushed into a long pipe

down into the lake. Right?

Yes. Quite right.

But you're alive.

And dancing, too.

- Raise.

- Call.

I won.

100 yen.

Or should she pay?

She cheated.

Please.

Save me.

You started it, Mr Wakiya.

You made me do it.

The Evening Primrose is fake, too.

This is Mr Wakiya's villa

in Kanazawa.

We pulled a trick on you.

You're so cute.

You messed me around today.

I'm tired.

Open up and take me

in your embrace.

Let me caress you, Umbrella.

Bachelor!

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