Chapter 141 – Winter Vacation 3 (Dahye’s Past)
‘This is Gimpo Airport… It’s my first time here…’
A few days before Christmas, the domestic flights at Gimpo Airport were crowded with people.
So-yeon, who is taking a plane for the first time, was anxious about whether she would be able to board the plane with just the ticket image that Da-hye gave her on her cell phone, but she passed the security checkpoint safely and is waiting for the plane in front of her gate.
The phone rings just in time.
“Where are you? Didn’t you miss your flight?”
“Yes, this is Gimpo Airport. I’ll be catching a flight in a little while.”
“I’ll be waiting inside Gimhae Airport, so don’t go out of the building. If you don’t see me, call me.”
“Yeah, okay… See you in a bit… Oh, and!”
“Thank you for the plane ticket… Thanks to you, I am riding a plane for the first time in my life…”
“Heh… Don’t be too surprised when takeoff~”
As soon as I hung up the phone, an announcement was made for the boarding of Soyeon’s plane.
‘Where should I go…’
The only luggage I had was a carry-on suitcase. If it weren’t for Da-hye’s new request to bring her school uniform, she would have just carried a backpack or an eco-bag.
‘Let’s see… The seat… Huh?’
Soyeon entered through the front door of a small, compact plane and checked several times that the seat number on her ticket was right near the door of the plane she had just entered.
‘Here… Is this right…’
A stewardess with a good body wearing a short uniform skirt who happened to be next to me gave guidance in a feminine voice.
“Guest, your seat is right here.”
The window seat is noticeably wider than the seats behind it. The armrests were wide enough that Soyeon, who was already very slim, seemed to move back and forth from side to side.
‘What… Why is it so wide…’
Thanks to Dahye, who gave Soyeon a business class seat, Soyeon was able to enjoy a comfortable and comfortable flight that lasted just under an hour.
“Soyeon~~~ Here~~~~”
After leaving the arrival gate, Da-hye spots So-yeon and waves her hand.
“Ah, Dahye~~”
So-yeon met Da-hye at Gimhae Airport and, following Da-hye’s guidance, got into the carnival limousine waiting outside the airport building.
When I open the car door, a pleasant smell comes out.
“Hey… This… The chair… Looks like an elite bus… It’s very comfortable…”
“Heh… Please go to the hotel, brother.”
“Yes, lady.”
Dahye tells her driver her destination. The man driving was a handsome and neat young man who looked to be in his mid to late 20s.
The suit I wore looked quite good.
Plus… In such a luxurious car… The plane ticket was not economy class, but business class…
“Hey… To be honest. This… What… What is this? Huh? I feel like I’m getting special treatment… I feel uneasy…”
Da-hye, who was sitting comfortably with her legs crossed next to her, just smiled as if So-yeon’s curious expression was amusing.
“Hey… What is this… Please tell me…”
“This… Is our car… That driver… Is my brother who works at our store…”
“Wow… Your house… You seem to be living well…”
“I’ll explain everything slowly. In a little while, okay?”
“Hmm…”
“First, unpack… You have a lot of time… I’ll tell you everything step by step… Ok?”
“Uhm… Okay… Uh…”
Before I knew it, the car heading into the city stopped in front of the lobby of a luxurious hotel.
“We’re all here… Let’s get down…”
The hotel staff approaches Soyeon, who got out of the car following Dahye, and carries her luggage for her.
“Ah… Yes… Thank you…”
While following Da-hye through the hotel lobby and taking the elevator, So-yeon was busy looking around the interior of a high-end hotel she had never seen before.
“Wow… So luxurious… There was something like this… Oh my god…”
Soyeon entered the room and her eyes widened. What is so luxurious…
“Dahye… This place… Looks expensive… Is it okay to stay here… Huh?”
“It’s a nice room… But… It’s not even a suite.”
“Here… How much is it? Huh? How much do I have to pay?”
“It’s the room that my mom gave me… So you can pay for it… And I invited you.”
“No, no… That’s not true… It’s this expensive… But here for free? I don’t think that’s right, Da-hye. Huh?”
“More than that… Now… First of all…”
Dahye took out a bottle of well-chilled champagne from her wine cellar and placed two thin, tall champagne glasses on the table in her living room.
“Let’s have a drink. Welcome drink~~”
The color and bubbles of the champagne filling the glass are luxurious.
Jang~~~
“Welcome to Busan. Welcome. It’s going to be a fun few days.”
Sitting on a sofa with a great view and drinking luxurious champagne with Da-hye… Something like this… It was something I couldn’t have imagined just an hour ago…
So-yeon imagined going to Da-hye’s apartment, unpacking her things there, and having a meal together in Da-hye’s room.
“What do you think? Does it suit your taste?”
“Hey… It’s my first time doing something like this… How do I know if it tastes good or not…”
Soyeon is in tears.
“Heh…”
“Hey… Don’t laugh…”
“Ah… I’m sorry… Your expression was so funny so stop… Hehe…”
“Ssi…”
“… Okay then…”
“What should I tell you first?”
“Tell me about your house first. It seems like you live really well…”
In Dahye’s childhood memories, her mother always seemed difficult and lonely.
“Mom… Where is Dad?”
I envied the fathers of other children I saw at daycare.
“Dad… He’s busy… But he didn’t forget about us.”
Every day, as was her habit, her mother would always give the same answer to the questions she asked.
“Dad… I miss you… Dad’s face… I can’t remember.”
“Our Da-hye… He came and went while we were sleeping… He said he loved you while you were sleeping.”
“Really? Dad loves me? Really?”
“Then… Really…”
“That… That’s the oldest memory of my father and mother that I remember…”
“Then who is your dad? Have you met him?”
“Yeah… We met… A little strangely…”
Soyeon clinks the glass of champagne when Dahye holds it out to her.
Dahye’s house was a tavern. It is not just a bar, but a low-quality bar where men sit with female employees next to them at tables and sofas with partitions, and stroke their thighs and waists, then massage their breasts and even touch their pussies. A bar that is also called a flower carriage.
Was the name of the bar… Noeul…?…
The living room across from the kitchen of the bar was Da-hye’s house. The surrounding area was a tavern alley lined with taverns like Da-hye’s house. At night, instead of being deserted, the alley turns into an alley where men who want to drink with women at a low price go from house to house while looking at the girls soliciting customers with glaring eyes. So Da-hye mainly went in and out of the house through the back door, and the alley connected to the back door was narrow, old, and dreary.
When Dahye was young, after eating breakfast prepared by her sober mother, she boarded the daycare bus in front of the alley. When Dahye returned home in the afternoon, her mother would meet her in advance and go to the market with Dahye after getting off the daycare bus. Sometimes she would go to the playground and play with other children.
After returning home with Da-hye late in the afternoon, her mother put on her makeup, did her hair, and got ready to receive her guests.
In the evening, Da-hye locked herself in her room and never came out. This was because the bar where her mom worked opened at 7pm. After this time, it was her mother’s and Da-hye’s rule to stay in her room.
After dinner with her mother, wearing heavy makeup, a short skirt, and a sexy casual outfit, Dahye was completely alone.
Da-hye, locked in her room, was lonely in her house. Except for her busy mother, she had no one to talk to.
In this way, her mother received customers at her bar until Dahye could do her homework, read books, and sleep alone. Since the business closed around midnight or one or two in the morning, Da-hye fell asleep in the early evening, and then late at night, when her mother finished work and cleaned up the bar, she came into the room and sat down in front of the dressing table, and she got up and hugged her mother’s waist from behind. Used to hug Then her mother sat Da-hye down in front of her, and together she looked in the mirror and removed her makeup.
Her mother came to remove her heavy makeup. There were many days when her mother could smell her alcohol on her breath, but she was okay with it. After removing all of her makeup, her mother fell asleep while holding Da-hye. Da-hye, who could not sleep because she had fallen asleep in the early evening, curled up in her mother’s warm arms.
Dahye’s mother, who was pretty, slim, and young for her age, was popular with her male customers. There was always a constant stream of customers looking for Da-hye’s mother, so her older sister, the owner of this bar, was satisfied with Da-hye’s mother and was happy to give her inner room.
6 years old? She wasn’t she was 7 years old…
That day, when Da-hye, who had followed her rules well, fell asleep while reading a book by herself, she was awakened by a strange noise that she had not normally heard in the bar.
It was late, and the atmosphere was different from usual… Da-hye woke up from her sleep and pricked up her ears and focused all her attention on the noise coming from her bar.
“Ah… Ahhh…”
“This… Fuck… Where…”
Puck… Puck…
“Ugh… Ah… I’m dying… I’m dying… Da-hye’s dad… Please help me…”
‘Dad? Dad? Really?’
“Shut up, you two bitches… Where the fuck are you… While screaming…”
“Ahh!!!… Da-hye’s father… Please… Help me… Save me…”
Gulp…
‘Dad… Dad is over there…’
Grumbling…
Rules that must be followed. Never come out.
Da-hye, who wanted to break the rule and check on her father, opened the door of her old wooden room and carefully walked through her kitchen with the lights off.
The scene inside the bar after all the working ladies and kitchen ladies have left work.
In a bar with pink lights, her mother was being beaten by a man.
It was that time. The reason the man made eye contact with Dahye.
The moment when her mother’s hair was grabbed by the uncle’s hand and dragged away
Dad let go of her mother’s hair and looked at her.
Her mother’s heavily made-up face was marred by her tears, but she must have been more worried about Da-hye than herself. Her mother, who was wearing a short skirt, quickly crawled up on her bare feet and hugged Da-hye in fear. I looked at the man trembling.
“Dad…”
At the sound of Da-hye calling, the man who had been looking at her for a while turned around and stopped.
“Dad…”
A voice calling again. A girl’s cute voice filled with deep longing. The man, unable to shake off her sorrowful voice, eventually turned around and sat down on his knees in front of Da-hye.
“You… Are Dahye… So… Pretty…”
“Da-hye’s dad… I… I was wrong… Please… Please…”
Her mom knelt down on her knees, crying and blowing on her uncle, rubbing her hands together.
“Hmm…”
Dahye was hugged by her father who hugged her. Her father’s neck was thick as she held her in her small arms, and the firm chest against which she rested her head smelled of him. My dad, who was dependable and strong, was like a big fence.
“I’ll come back. I’m raising my child well.”
After leaving these words to her mother, her father opened her wallet, placed the bills and checks on her table, and left.
