Chapter 180 – #180. Hawk of Love
“…How about this?”
“Are you pretty?”
“Ah… Really, don’t give such an insincere answer.”
I wanted to go dressed to suit my mother’s taste even a little bit, but this guy’s boyfriend just kept repeating that everything was pretty from one to ten.
“No. What can I do to say that pretty things are pretty?”
“That’s why oppa, I want you to tell me something that you think your mother will like, not something that looks good to you.”
“Wouldn’t my mother be roughly the same as me?”
I’ve often heard that it’s no use raising my son…
I started to feel sorry for my brother’s mother.
“Brother. Do you know what food your mother likes?”
“My mother loves everything.”
…Oh my god.
I hit her on the forehead.
“I’ll just take care of myself and dress neatly. My brother is out.”
“No. What’s the reaction Is it real?”
“I know, so let’s go.”
Pushing my brother on the back and sending him out of the bedroom, I took a closer look at the candidates I thought were okay.
Would it be better to look mature?
Or would it be better to just look like a fresh college student?
Either way, it was a structure with pros and cons.
If I wore it to look young, they would get angry at me for impregnating a young child, and if I wore it to look a bit older, they would scold me for making a child look old.
Still, the only hint my brother gave me was that he likes a neat feeling.
Picking up a one-piece dress with a light pink pattern embroidered on a white background, I made up my mind to make this one.
Standing in front of the mirror and looking around, I changed my mind to be satisfied with this level.
My mother and father’s taste was something I had to see and find out for myself.
As I opened the door and went out, my brother who was packing his bag caught my eye.
“Why are you carrying your laptop?”
“I have to write a new one.”
“Do you go all the way there and write a new novel?”
“…I feel like I need to earn more money as soon as possible.”
Of course, it was the money I made by doing what I was told not to do, but to say such a thing after earning 1 billion each…
I felt ashamed of myself for not doing anything right now.
“Still, I haven’t seen my parents in a while, so I just spend time with my family.”
“No no. Like your family, we don’t care about each other that much.”
“Aren’t you the only one who doesn’t care?”
“It’s because you don’t live in a house with only your son.”
After confirming that he had taken care of the charger, he put the bag on his back and headed for the front door.
“What about you?”
“Wait a minute.”
I brought the backpack I prepared yesterday, and in the other hand I held a present for my father and mother.
“Give me a present.”
“Instead, when you arrive later, let me carry it.”
“Then. I bought it with your money, so how can I treat it as if I bought it?”
Of course, the amount may not be enough compared to what my brother did for my mother, but it was a gift I chose with all my heart.
After arriving at Seoul Station by taxi, we entered an ice cream shop with a little time left before the train arrived.
“I’m going to eat chocolate, but you…”
“I am a strawberry.”
I almost said green tea without thinking.
Why does my baby hate green tea so much?
“One strawberry and one chocolate.”
My brother, who pretended to be giving me strawberry ice cream, took a big bite of my ice cream.
“Ah! Why are you eating!”
“No. Hey. It’s what I bought, isn’t it okay to take a bite?”
“Brother. Did you become a father and steal the food your baby wants to eat? Already then, my baby…”
As soon as the scent of strawberries tickled my nose, my mouth watered.
“Hey… Hey… I’ll buy more if it’s not enough. What are you angry about?”
“I wasn’t angry.”
“If it wasn’t for the pregnancy, I would have punched one.”
Taking the ice cream, I put the spoon in my mouth.
Strawberry flavor that fills the mouth.
Seeing how happy I am with this, I wonder if my baby is a girl?
“Brother.”
“Ok.”
“Do you want the baby in my womb to be a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care too much about gender, but um… Well…”
My brother, who seemed to be thinking for a while, nodded his head.
“If possible, let it be a boy.”
“Eh. Why?”
“I thought it would be nice to go to the bathroom with something.”
“…I’m going in alone?”
What. Are you saying that you and your son are playing hahahoho, and I am alone?
“Then you just have to have another daughter. Why are you so sensitive today? Hannah.”
“What if the second is also a son?”
“If you give birth to 10 children, at least one will have a daughter.”
My brother always proclaimed that he would give birth to a lot of children, but after actually getting pregnant once, I wondered if it would be difficult to give birth to that many.
There were financial reasons or fatigue that increased as the number of children increased, but other than that, just the fact that I couldn’t have sex right now made me feel full of stress.
If you say you have 10 children, doesn’t that mean you have to live with sex for 10 years?
It was a specification on my part to become a grandmother after giving birth to a child without much sex.
It was the wind that I wanted to cheat on my brother and the children secretly for a long time.
“Then, neatly, one boy and one girl.”
“What. Is it over?”
“Let’s think about having him first.”
My brother laughed and nodded his head as I put my hand on my stomach.
As the train departure time approached, we went down to the platform and found a seat.
“And. Let’s ride that train after a long time.”
“I get burned every time I leave the house.”
“How long does it take?”
“About an hour and a half.”
When the announcement of departure sounded, the train started to move slowly, and I clung to the window and looked out.
“How long did you say you were leaving home?”
“I haven’t been there since New Year’s Day, so about three months?”
“I guess it’s time to go.”
“I think once every six months is good.”
“No way. Too long. That.”
“Because it’s nice to see family after a long time.”
I didn’t think it was anything wrong.
“Then, if you marry me, do you plan to see me sometime?”
“What are you talking about? You are different because you are my wife.”
“Oh. Is it okay to see your wife often?”
“Are you saying it for granted?”
My brother quietly puts his hand on his left thigh.
“You have to eat it every day. Our Naeun.”
“Brother…”
If it had been a lonely train with no people on it, I would have sucked a dick.
Unfortunately, today’s train seemed a bit overcrowded.
* * *
A familiar sight as you get on and off the train.
Naeun was clinging to my forearm like a cicada attached to an old tree.
“Where are you going?”
“You have to go all the way out here and catch a bus.”
“How long?”
“All right. Go in 15 minutes.”
I got on the bus holding Naeun’s hand, and now I’m starting to worry about my mom and dad’s reaction.
Am but I wouldn’t say anything to Naeun.
Even if I lose, I will lose.
But the important thing was that I started to think that I might be right.
I don’t think my mom would have ever spoken her word out to her dad… Hmmm…
“Brother. My makeup is weird, isn’t it?”
After applying her lip balm, Naeun, who had pursed her lips, raised her head and looked at me.
“Pretty.”
“I know that too. Is there anything strange?”
Give a man a make-up on the 100 days.
How many people are listening
“I don’t know. It’s okay if it’s pretty.”
“Ugh~ Really…”
After turning her hand mirror back and forth, Naeun drew her eyebrows one last time and finished her makeup.
“Let’s get off now.”
“Yes.”
I did think that the weather was so good that it was a good day.
“Is it an apartment?”
“Huh. Sixth floor.”
“It’s kind of an ambiguous floor number.”
“What’s ambiguous?”
“Based on the difficulty you feel when the elevator goes out of power?”
In fact, I nodded her head in agreement, which had happened once.
“It’s not a level I can’t climb.”
“I see.”
After a trivial conversation, we entered the apartment building before we knew it.
The feeling of pressure you feel when you enter the elevator.
Was going home that painful?
Ding-dong.
The sound of footsteps as you press the doorbell.
Then the lock opened and her mother opened the door.
“Hello. Mother~”
As Naeun greeted her with a wide smile, her mother let out a deep sigh.
“Welcome.”
A completely different reaction than when I usually come home.
It’s hard do it
“What is your name?”
“My name is Hannah.”
“Okay. Naeun. You are waiting there for a moment, and Minho, come into the master bedroom for a moment.”
“Me? Is it just me?”
“Huh. Only you.”
At my resolute mother’s words, I got up from the sofa and Na-eun watched me being taken away with anxious eyes.
When I opened the door to the master bedroom and entered, the first thing I encountered was my dad.
A wooden sword rested on the thigh of his father, who was sitting cross-legged as if in meditation.
“Honey. Minho is here.”
“Who is your mother?”
“I’m in the living room now.”
“Yes… That’s right… Then I can’t keep you waiting long.”
Dad got up from his seat as if he had made a promise.
The first words my father said to me were…
“Get down. Lee Min Ho.”
…Really?
…I’m 27?
