Chapter 125 – 125. That Person
A silence that knows no end.
Only the sound of mouth shutting and sometimes swallowing saliva come and go.
⋯This is fucking awkward.
How did you know that he would suddenly run away to the bathroom and come back with his eyes tingling?
It’s not like I said I couldn’t.
“⋯Son.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you… Thank you.”
“⋯Yes?”
What are you talking about, this person?
Did you really think I could hit you with a punch?
“Okay, let’s go in and live together. ⋯You have to say sorry to your mother.”
“No, then you’re remarried, so you wanted to live separately?”
“⋯I was going to do it if you hated it.”
Dad seems to be chewing on something with a trembling voice.
The more I see him doing that, the more angry I get.
Originally, I didn’t intend to get this hot.
Is it because the inside was expected?
“Hey there, Dad.”
The life I’ve lived so far must have passed like a panorama as I cried and cried in the bathroom.
Even if my dad was an Amman garbage person, living in a foreign country wouldn’t have been that easy.
She returned to Korea after making a lot of money, but her wife, whom she abandoned, is still waiting for her.
Likewise, even the children who were abandoned together are told to come in and live together anyway, but tears may come out.
“I think you misunderstood a little, but do you think you’ve been forgiven?”
“⋯ No. That’s forward…”
“You are misunderstanding. How can I forgive my father?”
Will there be
Misunderstanding is also oily resin.
How can we forgive our father?
“⋯Son.”
“Forgive me and go to sleep, I don’t think much of Dad, and I don’t know anything. He is a stranger, how can I forgive him?”
In the first place, we don’t deserve forgiveness.
Even if it’s not an accomplice, the victim is the defendant of the same crime.
Of course, I have no intention of telling you that.
“If you want to be forgiven or apologize, do it to Mom, not to us. I’ll admit that as her mom’s boyfriend, so don’t try to be a father for nothing. Please.”
I know it’s pretty harsh, even when I think about it.
It must be painful enough to be incomparable to being cursed at by a child.
I never thought of him as a father, I had no interest in him, and he punched me right in the face saying he had no intention of doing so in the future.
Twice as well.
“⋯I’m sorry.”
Look Tears are welling up again in the eyes that have swollen quite a bit.
“Don’t feel sorry for us. I’m sorry to my mother who raised us. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“⋯I’m sorry.”
You really don’t understand
I know I have nothing to say other than that.
The fact that I can only say sorry is not particularly pitiful because it is my own karma.
“If you’re so sorry, I’ll ask you one thing. Do you still love your mother?”
“I love you. ⋯Your mother loves you very much.”
“Did you hate it when you divorced?”
“⋯I loved you even then. Because I love you… It was harder when we fought.”
“Why did you fight so much? Did one of you even have an affair?”
“That is absolutely not the case. Son. Both of them are busy with work and stressed out, so they get angry even over trivial things. ⋯I feel hurt for no reason. And then… It was not easy to solve.”
No matter how many times you ask, it’s hard to get a definite answer.
I don’t think even the father knows exactly why he got divorced.
Mom will too.
As she lived a busy life, she was stressed and fought, but when it reached its peak, she went abroad and went wrong.
Sounds like this…
To be honest, I don’t understand unless you’re the person involved.
If you were going to divorce and split up with that, there are so many divorced couples in the world…
It must be dense.
Marriage isn’t easy either.
“So after fighting and then divorced and living apart, I missed you again, is that so?”
“I feel sorry for your mother. She said they fought and quarreled, so that’s all we’ve been together ⋯.”
“Ah, yes. What. Because I know roughly. In the future, take care of my mother and live well. You might run into her often when you go to see my mother ⋯, but don’t act awkward with her. Don’t make her mom uncomfortable. Because she will match us appropriately ⋯.”
I have no intention of pretending to be with my dad or cutting ties.
Of course, I’ve been pretending and hanging out all along… But that’s not my fault.
If possible, you want to build a constructive relationship with your father.
“⋯Son.”
“Yes.”
“Dad… What would you like me to do?”
“What, what the hell?”
“Dad can do anything, he’ll do anything. So…”
“⋯Is that real?”
Father nodded without any doubt.
⋯ Should I do this?
After all, according to her mother, it was quite enough to cover her living expenses.
In the future, that will be enough.
“This is the last trust I can show my dad. ⋯Are you really going to listen to anything?”
“I will do everything. Anything Dad…”
So…
Now is the best time to attempt negotiations.
“You said winter and I would live alone.”
“Okay. My dad owns the room and things like that…”
“Listen to the end. Please buy a house instead of a room. Winter leaves me alone, so I will live with you.”
Anyway, if we don’t reveal the biggest secret, it’s us.
You don’t have to openly brag about our relationship.
Do you think your dad might be suspicious?
What do you know
Even if you doubt it anyway, that person can’t get it out of his mouth.
“⋯Are you two very close?”
“I guess it’s because the only person he can rely on other than his mother is me. He followed me well.”
It doesn’t matter if you ask me so subtly.
Even if Winter says he thinks of his older brother like a father, his father can’t refute it at all.
It’s your fault, what are you going to do?
“Either he or she will start a family when they get married, but neither of them will get married yet… And Winter is very interested in Dad. Unlike me.”
“⋯.”
“But, again, he likes his mother so much that she doesn’t want to interfere with the reunion.”
“⋯Uh.”
“So they say they want to go out and live… But it’s like leaving a kid who just graduated from high school to live alone. Regardless of whether you graduate from college or get a job, you must become independent someday. Just buy a house right now. After all, house prices will rise again by then.”
I’m not sure if you expected it, but at least if your dad has a lot of money, it’s a realistic proposal.
You can reunite with the wife who has been waiting for you,
Even small children can erase the debt of their hearts.
Isn’t this cheap enough?
I left to make money, so I have to repay you with money.
“If you don’t like it, don’t. Then, since we are part-timers, we will find a room to live in. I’d rather leave my brother alone anyway…”
“No. Son. ⋯Yes. Daddy will save the house for you.”
I know the way I ask is petty.
I think it’s like a snob…
I myself have lived like a snobbish and snobbish person, so I hope you will put up with being so reckless.
It’s hereditary for a son to be trash, so you have to deal with it, Dad.
“And, even if we can’t, we’ll go see our mother’s face at least once every other week. At that time, she has to pretend to be moderately friendly. Her mother won’t be sorry if we feel awkward among ourselves again.”
“⋯Your mother would.”
“So don’t try to take care of it. Just be at ease. ⋯Please take good care of my mother.”
Besides, he’s trashy, and he leaves Jago and has no one else to take care of him or her mother, right?
I couldn’t find a way to make my mom and winter happy at the same time.
No matter what her mother says, in the end there is nothing that will make her as happy as seeing her grandchildren.
But making her baby with Winter ⋯, in the least, she won’t be happy.
If this doesn’t work, wouldn’t it be better to live with someone who still has affection?
“⋯Is there anything else you want to say?”
“Please give Mom a call later. She talked well with me.”
“⋯Yes.”
“Be nice to me in the future, please. I grew up well without lacking in winter or anything. Because my mother suffered a lot.”
“Okay. ⋯Dad will do well.”
“Even if you say it with your mouth, you don’t believe it at all, so you don’t have to say it. ⋯See you later. I’ll go.”
“Son. Dad will take you…”
“It’s close to home anyway, so what are you doing? Go in.”
I turned my back on my father, who was trying to catch him, and quickly exited the cafe.
⋯ I feel sorry for you.
I don’t know if I should say it someday.
It’s true that I want to hide it as long as I can if possible.
Wouldn’t it be okay if we just hid it until we were in our late 50s?
By that time, maybe, both of you will have less sexual desire and all, and you will live arguing like a good old couple.
If you don’t have kids and don’t have a relationship, you’re no different from siblings, right?
It might be possible if the three perpetrators join forces and trick them well.
“Winter.”
“Yes, brother.”
As I quickly walked home, I called the last remaining accomplice.
It was all my own opinion that I said this to my dad this time.
It’s okay to borrow names anyway, even if it’s true, you should report it.
“I came to see my father. On my way home now.”
“⋯What did you and Dad talk about?”
“He asked me to buy a house.”
“⋯What?”
“I heard you bought it because I said I would live with you.”
Of course, I would need Dad’s help to hide it…
I’m sorry, but I still have no faith in my father.
Because I don’t know anything to tell you everything.
How can you trust someone you don’t know and reveal your shame?
If the belief is repeated several times and trust is built up to a certain extent, then you might be able to confide in it.
Even if he can’t treat me like a father, he’s someone I want to put in the category of an accomplice.
“Really?”
“⋯Actually, I said a lot of harsh words. That is the conclusion.”
“You didn’t hit or curse at me, did you?”
“I don’t think I’m as violent as you.”
“⋯You look very violent when you wash together.”
“That means something different.”
“⋯Okay. I’m kidding. Good work, brother.”
“Thank you even for the empty words.”
“Ah, I don’t talk empty words to you.”
As we shared unflattering jokes, we grew closer and closer to the people we loved.
Ha⋯.
I feel like I’m going to have a hard time just making Winter happy…
Even if he doesn’t like it, he wants her dad to make her mom happy.
If only I could give it to you…
I think I can treat you like a real father.
Will it be difficult?
It’s hard for me too, but it won’t be easy, probably.
