Chapter 181 – #181. Allow
“Um… Daddy… Am… Are you really going down?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
Tak Tak
Dad’s eyes, as he tapped the wooden sword on his palm a couple of times, were full of sincerity.
“No. But please listen to me first…”
“Lee Min Ho.”
An atmosphere where conversation doesn’t seem to work.
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you time to talk later. Get down.”
She looked at her mother with an expression wondering if this was right, but instead her mother stood by her side and helped her.
“What are you doing. Do not lie down.”
Ah… Really… This isn’t it…
I guess not…
Being whipped by my parents at this age was so embarrassing that I couldn’t even tell my friends anymore.
But there seemed to be no point.
Whether I did well or not was unconditionally my fault, and since there are still many things I need to apologize for, there was no room for me to hold on here.
…Naeun was waiting.
In the end, I threw my arms on the ground and let out a deep sigh so my parents couldn’t hear.
“…Minho.”
“Yes.”
Dad’s voice mixed with misery.
“I never taught you that.”
Shadows rise above the floor in a lively way.
My father’s neck that went up high as if he was beheading something.
Puck
Cotton pants and a smooth neckerchief met and made a dull sound.
“Town…!”
I tried to put up with the sound as much as possible, but it hurt so much because it had been a while.
“I sent you to college to study hard, so you impregnated a girl?”
Puck
Ah. Fuck.
I knew I shouldn’t curse in front of my parents, but I might not be able to stand it if I get hit a few more times.
“You’re the one who can’t even take care of yourself!”
Puck
“Who are you impregnating?”
Puck
“When did I teach you to be such an irresponsible bastard!”
Dad, who had beaten four or five, threw his wooden sword over the bed.
“Ah…”
In the end, unable to overcome the bitterness, I knelt on the floor.
I think I would have cried if the cold eyes had hit me a little more.
Ah. Moist in the eyes.
“…Can I talk now?”
He said that if you wait, he will give you time to explain.
“Okay. If you have something to say, say it now.”
I put my hand on my bruised hip and explained the situation in a slightly ugly pose.
“Actually… I… Have made some money lately?”
“So.”
“So I’m seriously thinking about marrying her girlfriend.”
“No. Well, how much did you earn? Discuss whether or not you, a student, have a family. Now.”
Mom crossed her arms and looked down at me, exasperated.
I took my phone out of my pocket, thinking that it would be better to show it once than tell it a hundred times.
When she opened her bank app and put out the screen with her balance open, her mom and dad accepted the phone with an expression of disapproval from her.
“…Huh?”
Parents who noticed something strange.
“One… Ten… One hundred… Thousand… Ten thousand… One hundred thousand…”
1 billion. 10 billion.
Dad ran his finger over again to check the digits, as if he couldn’t believe what he had seen.
“One billion.”
Mom and son earned 1 billion won.
Coining like a dog.
“No. It’s Minho. What kind of money is this why.”
A father who worries more than cheers.
Ah… Where else do I have to explain this?
“Why did you know that I was working part-time before?”
I couldn’t honestly tell my parents that I was writing obscenities.
However, I told you that I was doing a good side job because I thought it was not a duty to make money like that and not take care of it at all.
“It worked well, so I invested in it.”
“Stock?”
“No. That… Coin… There’s something that young people do a lot these days, isn’t it?”
I started explaining what virtual currency is, but I skipped the explanation because I couldn’t leave the living room even after today.
“So how do you do it well, and the money piled up, so I did something big, and I saved this much.”
My mother, who had been listening to the story with a dumbfounded expression, immediately shouted at me.
“Why are you saying that now! You bastard!”
“No. I was going to talk, but mom cut me off!”
“Come and talk today!”
“Get it right!”
You said you were right, so why are you getting angry?
I’m really sorry
“…What about school?”
“I have to graduate.”
Dad didn’t say much about the money itself of 1 billion, but rather seemed more interested in future plans.
“Haa… Minho… First of all, I understand the situation, so let’s see the girlfriend you brought.”
Naeun must have been waiting patiently for her for quite some time.
You must be nervous…
* * *
Thirty minutes had passed since my brother was dragged in by my mother.
Sitting on the sofa and fiddling with my fingers, I couldn’t help but close my eyes at the occasional shouting and beating.
What the hell is going on inside…
I kept biting my nails at the thought of what would happen if it turned into porridge and came out.
By the time I got tired of waiting, the door to the bedroom, which had been firmly closed, began to open.
The first thing that came out was my older brother who came out limping while holding on to his hips.
It was clear that he was right too.
Even if Amman’s father or mother beat her, it was heartbreaking to see her husband-to-be beat her.
Mother is coming next.
Still, it was fortunate that his expression looked better than when he first met him at the front door.
And the last one came out.
“Hello. Father.”
I jumped up from the sofa and politely bowed my head.
“Welcome. The name?”
“My name is Hannah.”
“Is it so. Mr. Naeun I’m sorry for meeting Naeun for the first time, but by any chance, how old are you now?”
I swallowed my saliva once at my father’s question and answered in a clear tone.
“I am 25 years old this year.”
My mother who was washing her face dry as if she was dizzy.
My father looks at my brother as if it is ridiculous.
My father slowly approached me, grabbed my hand, and then lowered his head.
“Sorry. Mr. Naeun Because we made a mistake in educating our son.”
“I have nothing to say either. Mr. Naeun It’s embarrassing to see something like that at such a young age…”
Obviously, my brother thought he tasted bitterness, and I was preparing my heart…
The sudden apology made me dumbfounded.
“Ah… No. Mother. Please don’t do that. It’s not something to apologize for at all.”
“It’s my son’s fault for making a mistake with a young wife who hasn’t even graduated from college yet. I told you to be so careful, but…”
No.
I was given a contraceptive injection, so they told me to do it inside.
I couldn’t say that I fawned over the bed because I wanted to get fucked every day.
“Oh my. A guest came, but I didn’t prepare a cup of tea. Honey. You go and soak the Schisandra chinensis. Bring me that.”
“All right.”
“Come and sit down.”
After taking me to the table, my father personally pulled a chair.
“Minho, sit there too.”
“Yes.”
It was the same composition as at my house, but it felt like only my parents had changed.
My brother seemed more like his father than his mother.
In particular, the shape of the eyes was so identical that it would be believable even if they had been removed.
If there was something like a son finding game, you would be able to figure it out at once.
“So… Ha… Do Naeun’s parents know that you are pregnant?”
“Yes… I went down to my parents’ house with my brother last week.”
“Minho. Why didn’t you tell us that beforehand?”
It seemed as if a mark appeared on her forehead as she was serving tea, something that could only come out of a cartoon.
“I’m going to come and tell you…”
“Say something like that beforehand! Beforehand! Uh? They have phone calls and text messages, and they all know how to see mom and dad, so why aren’t they talking!”
Iknow, right. Mother.
To be honest, I thought I was a bit flirty now.
I told them to go ahead and tell them, but they insisted that they wouldn’t send them there.
“So, did Naeun’s parents react well when they saw our Minho?”
My reaction after seeing my brother…
You can’t say that he came out to meet you with a golf club.
I added a bit of fiction for a decent laugh.
“Yes. Oppa liked it because he was so tall and well-mannered.”
“…Was that your reaction even after you told me you were pregnant?”
Although she felt remorse at her father’s suspicious gaze, in the end, she thought of her brother positively.
“Sure. My brother is also very good at it.”
When I lightly tapped him with his elbow, he opened his mouth.
“I worked a little hard.”
“Yeah… Well… I think it’s brave that I went there and got beaten up and didn’t come back.”
After sipping tea for a while, my father put down the cup and closed his eyes.
“Mr. Naeun.”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to marry my son’s wife?”
This was a question I didn’t have to hesitate.
“Yes. I want to marry my brother father.”
So please allow me the midwinter writer.
