Even if that wasn't the case, the idea had stuck in a corner of my mind, but if I had to pick a trigger, it would have to be the time Amana cried to me when we were living in the car.
　That was quite heartbreaking.　

　When you get married and continue to work, you don't have much time to spend with your family.
　Since the beginning of our exchange is delivery, Amanashi and Amana understood that I didn't mind, but to be honest, I was more aware of the fact that I didn't seem to be able to bear it.

　I don't need to tell you which way I leaned when I weighed the two: the workplace and the business I was used to, my body and my family.
　It's a reason I never thought of when I was single.
　Still, I have no regrets, and I'm even proud of it.

Even if we go to a different office, let's go out for a drink once in a while.
Yes. I'd love to hear about your life with Amanashi-san and Amana-chan too.
Thank you.

　Sanya and Mao were aghast at the beginning when they listened to it, but if you told them what happened, they were generous with words of exertion, even if they were lonely in a certain way.
　The two of them really took care of me, so I'm inwardly touched to hear them say that.

　It's not the same as when I was a student anymore.......I feel like I'm beginning to feel that kind of conviction.

　Naturally, I told my boss, Mr. Hinomoto, of my resignation.
　Immediately after I started talking to him, he asked me why I was resigning, using his usual intimidating manner... but for some reason, despite the heavy pressure I faced, I was able to tell him, 'It's for the sake of my family,' without getting nervous.

　I've never been married, let alone had a girlfriend before, but my attitude towards it made my eyes widen in astonishment.
　This is the first time I've seen this expression on his face.
　Eventually, after exhaling heavily, the decision was made to go to work for this week only, and to resign at the end of this month after taking paid time off.

　I'm resigning less than a year after my senior quit in April, and I'm getting booed by the same delivery people.
　Since the reason for that is to leave the company on life expectancy, there may be some blame to go around.

　By the way, when I showed him the picture of Amari that I had on my phone because he asked me to show him my wife's face, he was extremely surprised.
　After all, she is so beautiful that one "super" is not enough.
　Even getting married is a celebration, but if the other person is a stunningly beautiful woman, it's no wonder they're surprised.　

　But I got some pretty unwarranted criticism, such as 'she ran away from her fantasy because of her hard work' and 'she's a rental girlfriend from who and how much did she pay?
　Well, for a simple guy like me, I'm sure he's someone I would envy just to have a connection with.
　It's not hard to understand why it's rough when that person becomes your wife, but isn't that a bit much?

　So many employees I've been involved with celebrated me as I worked on my few remaining jobs.
　The thought that I could only count on one hand the number of deliveries to that house and drive the usual delivery truck made me feel sad, even though it was hard work and painful.

　But I shook off my doubts and got to work, thinking that it was for the sake of Amanashi and Amana-chan, the two most important people in the world.

　

　So that's how the last day of work arrived, and when I finished today's deliveries, I'd go into a pay period.
　For some reason, it's Friday, so I also had to make a delivery to Room 184 of Avery Smile, which is now my home, too.

　The styrofoam box of foodstuffs I took out of the back of the truck, the last time I'll be able to touch the weight of it.

　I'm glad this place is part of the delivery area I took over from my senior.
　If I hadn't been close to that man, I would have delivered somewhere else.
　Otherwise I wouldn't have met Amana, and I wouldn't have been married to Amanashi.

　And that's not all.
　If it wasn't for Amana-chan's kind-heartedness to strangers, it wouldn't have been any different from a normal delivery place.
　If Amari hadn't trusted me, I might have ended up in charge of a different area.

　When I think of it like that, I realize how strange it is for people to have a relationship with each other.
　If even one of the gears had been off, I wouldn't have been able to get the happiness I have now.

　With that sentiment in mind, I grab my bags and ring the intercom for room 184.
　A light electronic sound comes from the back of the room.
　This is the last time I'm going to be the one to push this all-too-familiar sound.

''Yes!
Umineko Transport. I'm here to deliver a package.
"I'm coming, sir!

　I can hear my beloved daughter's voice over the speakers.
　We're supposed to be together, not apart, but I can't help but feel lonely.

　As I push the sadness away, the front door opens.

'Always a pleasure, Onii-san!
Thank you, Amana-chan.

　Despite the fact that it was the last time, the greetings were the same as usual.
　I'm not complaining or anything.
　Rather, I think that this is the way it should be with the courier, Hayakawa Kazu, and Amana-chan, the delivery person.

　You're going to spend your time as a family after work, so you should be able to do anything special there.
　With this in mind, I ask for a stamp to be stamped as I receive the package and place it by the front door.

　That's the end of the delivery.　

'Onii-san.
Hmm?

　Instead, she was called out by Amana.
　I look at her and instead of her usual sunflower-like smile, she has a complicated smile that is somehow tinged with sadness, but also with happiness.

　While I was at a loss as to how to respond to her unfamiliar expression, Amana-chan took my hand.

"Kyoute, haitatsu is saigo, right?
'Oh. It's kind of lonely, since he was like this when we first met.
But I know that the reason you don't do it is for you and your mom.

　That's where Amana separated her words.
　As a rule of thumb, or should I say, I kind of knew what to do after this.

　I folded my knees and bent down, my eyes locked with Amana's.
　Then, naturally, a small hand reaches out from over there and....

''Alright.........''
....

　He stroked my head with a familiar hand.
　The usual stroking.
　But even though it wasn't the last time, something warm and fervent surged up from deep inside me.

　Still, I was proud to be an adult and held back my tears.
　I'm still at work now.
　It's bad to cry at any price.

　Eventually, she seems satisfied, and Amana gently lowers her hand.
　Then she looks at me again.

Good night, man!
Thank you....

　Unlike the usual "Otsukasama", the "Otsukasama" spun out of his small mouth is a warm and definite sense of accomplishment that makes my heart surge with excitement.
　After that, the delivery went smoothly, and Kaz Hayakawa effectively retired from the company...