The farmhouse smelled of fresh timber and tatami as the morning light spilled into the nearly completed living room. Outside, the farm was alive with the sound of birds and the rhythmic rustling of leaves stirred by the wind. Just a few meters beyond the porch, tea rows glistened with dew under the careful hands of Kenta Sakamoto, who was already at work by the time Phuby stepped outside with a warm cup of tea.
"Morning, Kenta-san!" Phuby called with a smile.
Kenta looked up and nodded politely. "Morning, Phuby-san. The new fertilizer mix is working well. We might see early budding next week."
"Great news," Phuby replied, genuinely pleased.
Inside, Hana stood in the newly tiled kitchen, sipping miso soup while looking out the large window that framed the countryside like a painting. The kitchen—an elegant blend of traditional woodwork and modern equipment—smelled faintly of fresh tatami, wood polish, and warmth. Their housekeeper, Emi Fujiwara, was humming gently as she organized utensils and labeled the spice shelves.
"I still can't believe it," Hana whispered, placing a hand on her belly.
Three days ago, they visited the clinic in Uji, where a soft-spoken doctor confirmed what they had suspected.
"Congratulations. You're about five weeks along."
Phuby had nearly dropped his phone. Hana had wept, more from joy than fear. Now, that life-altering news sat between them like an invisible, sacred thread.
And today, it was time to share it.
After breakfast, they set up a video call on the laptop. On one side appeared Mrs. Wulan and Om Luky in their Cirebon living room. On the other were Mr. Haruki and Mrs. Aiko in their Tokyo apartment.
"You look so serious," Mr. Haruki joked. "Don't tell me you bought another house."
"Almost," Phuby chuckled. "But this is bigger than a house."
He glanced at Hana, and she nodded with a nervous smile. "We went to the doctor the other day… and I'm pregnant."
There was a beat of silence before joyous reactions erupted through the screen.
"Alhamdulillah!" Mrs. Wulan gasped, tearing up.
"Congratulations!" Mrs. Aiko clapped her hands in delight.
"You work fast, huh?" Haruki joked again, prompting groans from both mothers and a crimson blush from Hana.
Emotions flowed freely. Hana's parents congratulated her with warmth. Om Luky promised to visit as soon as he could. Advice, jokes, and emotional words filled the digital space until the call finally ended.
Phuby leaned back, letting the joy settle in.
"That went better than I thought," Hana whispered, snuggling close.
"We're really starting a family," he murmured.
Later that afternoon, Atsushi Tanaka's construction team completed their final inspection. The house stood finished—off-grid ready, solar-powered, and outfitted with modern amenities. But one thing still remained: furnishing the entire place.
Phuby opened his laptop and activated the system interface, selecting a custom furniture package sourced from Kyoto and Osaka. The set included:
A handcrafted dining table with eight chairs
Tatami-style floor seating for the tea room
A king-sized futon bed with shoji-style framing
Built-in wooden bookshelves and study desks
Premium appliances for the kitchen
Soft lounge sofas with washable covers
A futon set for the guest room
Modern storage cabinets for every room
Full furnishing for the baby's future nursery
Elegant wood-and-fabric lighting, rugs, curtains, and art
Total cost: Rp 180.000.000
He confirmed the purchase.
As always, the system shimmered faintly and responded:
✅ Purchase Complete🏠 Furniture Delivered On-Site💰 Cashback Granted: Rp 360.000.000
Seconds later, the items materialized in carefully labeled boxes across the engawa porch and hallway. Hana clapped her hands in amazement.
"Every time this happens, I still can't believe it's real."
"Real estate magic," Phuby said with a wink.
Together with the help of Emi and the workers still cleaning up, they began organizing and setting everything up. By sunset, the house had finally transformed from a construction site into a true home.
Wooden beams shone under soft lighting. The dining room felt inviting. The bedrooms glowed with warmth. It was their sanctuary—quiet, strong, and full of life.
That evening, curled up together by the window, Hana said softly, "It's almost perfect."
"It will be," Phuby replied. "Once the baby's here, it will be more than perfect."
And they sat there for a while—watching the sun dip below the tea fields, hearts full, dreams unfolding in silence.