About You: Love & Sacrifice

Happiness

Raining again.

The day world should be brighter, but the sky is cloudy as if it does not want to shift one bit. Today's weather may not be very good, but who knows if good news will come suddenly?

It has been a month since those unexpected dramas passed in her life, Younha still rekindled her heart for Jihoon who every day never got tired of sending flowers and asking for news, meeting his two sons and correcting all the attitudes that the man had never shown before.

Jihoon has changed, yes, Younha admits it. Will Younha take it back? Sure oes. But not now. He deliberately gave Jihoon time to wait and fight again for two years to pay for his mistake.

Although Younha began to melt down and want to live in the dream house that Jihoon gave. A cozy house that has its own garden and courtyard, neatly embedded flowers with two large trees in the corner of its garden. It's exquisite. The place is a little away from the city center and not too densely populated, making Younha often smile amused when remembering the Jihoon basecamp in the United Kingdom. How's the basecamp? Younha is eager to visit her and make a Christmas tree full of lights and gifts.

Suddenly Younha misses Oxford. The walking period traverses the university area which has a typical British architecture with a touch of relics of the past century. The Bodleian Library, one of Europe's oldest and largest libraries, as well as Christ College, famous for its gothic architectural beauty, bring the atmosphere to the Harry Potter films.

The atmosphere and view of the afternoon on the banks of the Thames in autumn, where the reflection of twilight sunshine falls on the surface of the water. Natural mirror tub golden yellow. I saw yellow leaves everywhere. As Younha sat down with Jinan while leaning on her shoulder.

Remembering it can bring Younha happy, although Jihoon still acts as a figure at that time.

"Comm, hm. Looks like there's a princess waiting for the prince to come?"

Younha switched from her laptop and turned to the origin of the voice. Looking at Jihoon and his two sons who were still in the doorway while popping their heads. Then Jihoon held down the door with his arm and let the smaller ones enter first to shake hands.

"Hows it? Did you see the school?" Tanya Younha, put down four glasses of juice boxes and then sit down together.

"Not seen!" Pingpong Yeonjun enthusiastic. "That's great, Mama. I also met my sister's friends. They're so nice."

"Seojun also likes to play prosootan!!" His sister made a sound.

"But Mama, Seojun was crying because the ice cream rolled away." Yeonjun. "Didn't you tell me to pick a cup so you won't fall and cry like a baby."

"Seojun is not a baby!!"

"Still a fat baby!!"

"Already, already. You two are still babies to me. But it doesn't feel right, Daddy's babies are this big." Jihoon pinched the cheeks of his two sons alternately. Makes the master giggle amused.

"But wouldn't it be nice to have another baby sister?" Yeonjun said suddenly, Younha immediately turned her head in shock.

Jihoon who just sipped his drink immediately sparkled happily. "That's right, brother!"

"We can pinch her fat cheek."

"It's true."

"So much later, I'll help you change diapers." Seojun.

"It's true."

"Nothing is right." Younha interrupted sewot. "You brothers and sisters often fight and fight."

"We can fight all three." Replied Seojun innocently.

Jihoon who saw Younha started to fall silent, slowly instigating the two leaks.

"But it's a pity, the baby's coming in two years." Jihoon made a lip, stealing the attention of the two little brothers.

"Why?"

Jihoon sighed. "Mama still doesn't want to make up with me."

"Would you make up with Dad, your baby could be there soon?" Yeonjun.

"Especially if Yeonjun and Seojun can persuade Mama, maybe the baby's sister is made tomorrow." Jihoon whispered in front of the faces of his two sons who had serious expressions, while Jihoon covered his face with one hand so that Younha could not hear. There were, but Younha was right beside them.

"His baby brother is made from flour?" Ask Seojun later. "Is it like a cookie?"

"Margarine is also soft." Yeonjun.

Jihoon chuckled. "Keep and give me two eggs to make them look good. Dad whipped the dough and Mama would bake it in the oven."

The three of them immediately laughed with their own jokes. While Younha silently pinched Jihoon's arm while frowning his forehead. Very amusing. If Yeonjun and Seojun really imagined a painting, then Jihoon made the first object a bed and an oven in Younha's stomach.

"Here we go, we're talking about the baby's sister in two years." Younha said as she cleaned the glass, while the father and two children were still whispering a plan.

Jihoon won a lot like him.

...*****...

"Just want to eat spicy tteokpokki right now!"

Fifteen times, Mirae's lips curled down while muttering for the spicy food. Making Jinan who drives is also anxious himself. Not usually the wife whines like this. Since returning home from her mother's house in Gangwon, Mirae always ate spicy food even though the woman had high stomach acid.

"You don't want to obey me anymore?" Murutu Mirae as soon as their car entered the gate of the apartment. "You're ignoring me?"

"It's not so." Jinan gave a rough snort, then looked at the pretty face beside her. "I'm afraid your stomach hurts if you eat spicy food. Since yesterday you have been eating spicy. Isn't it hot on your body?"

"Just want tteokpokki, tteokpokki, tteokpokkiiiii!!!!"

Jinan paused for a moment, tapping then while twisting his brain. Thinking about what might happen to his wife who suddenly acts like a child asking for this ice cream. Until a thought flashed through his head. Jinan turned his head, clasping the wife's hand which looked confused.

"Why?" Tanya Mirae was still singing her lips. "Why do you see me like that? Your look scares me."

"Mirae, is it possible that you're having cravings?"

Mirae. One hand came down to rub his still flat stomach.

"Hey where is it possible. I just—seventh..." Mirae tried to remember the last time the monthly guest came and counted slowly. As he recalled, the last time the guest was finished was exactly the day before his quarrel with Jinan that night. And that night, they made love because Mirae was clean.

"How many days?" Jinan's manik looked seriously. "One month? Two?"

Mirae nodded. "Two."

Jinan's smile flashed without being ordered while tightening her grip on Mirae's hand. His eyes were so happy.

"We're going to the hospital now."

"But—I'm scared." Mirae's whisper instantly made Jinan look worried. Is it possible that Mirae experienced the baby blues even in early pregnancy?

"Why Mirae? What are you afraid of?" He asked while rubbing his wife's head. The feeling of happiness that had been burning slowly became worried.

"I—" Mirae was silent for a moment, her lips curling withstanding a cry. "—FEAR IF PREGNANT BECOME FAT, HUHU..."

Jinan shocked. Her tears fell for some reason. Then the man chuckled, rubbed his wife's head and rushed to the hospital.

...*****...

By eight in the morning, Younha was done with homework. While the minions in front of the television watched the weekly cartoons, the woman quietly polished the face with thin makeup. Younha was pounding once because Jihoon was coming this morning. Sunday, where would the man take her? Or take a vacation with the kids to a beautiful place?

Staying the last touch, the sweet-scented perfume of the Dior brand is not left behind. Adding to her beautiful aura.

The sound of the door being knocked to the attention of two boys who immediately ran impatient to become the winner who was faster to see his father's face first. Jihoon knelt down, letting Yeonjun and Seojun each get his thighs and arms. Yeonjun gets a right hug, while Seojun gets a left. They were in different hugs than usual because Seojun tripped over the carpet while running.

"Oow, how handsome are your children." Jihoon said after giving a kiss. "Why would Seojun cry?"

"Fall while running." Sahut the brother.

"That's because you're too fast!!"

"So slow, you're the one whose legs are still small."

Jihoon also chuckled with his son's attitude, then gave a kiss on each of his cheeks to be silent. "Which mom?"

"There was. Preparing food." Yeonjun answered and the two pulled Dad's hand to enter together.

"Have come?" Ask Younha pleasantries.

Jihoon nodded. But before talking to his ex-wife, the man whispered to his two children to pick up a toy from Dad's car and play in front of the television. Both of them followed and ran.

Younha's iris, which was originally just staring at Jihoon's face, is now down and scanning the man's appearance from head to toe. It was not usual for Jihoon to dress this neatly when he came to Younha's house. Today Jihoon wears a rather formal outfit, black trousers paired with a blue-striped shirt. While the matching colored suit is still draped in his right hand.

"You have jad—Oh!"

Younha's unfinished sentence was cut off automatically as Jihoon directly hugged her tightly before saying anything. Younha was silent, waiting for the man to speak first.

"Sorry, Younha."

"Why?" Younha's eyebrows are wrinkled. "Don't apologize, Jihoon. You're scaring me."

"Can you wait for me in two years?" Jihoon held onto both of Younha's shoulders.

"What do you mean?" Younha smiled, though still confused by Jihoon's serious-looking gaze. "You're gonna have to wait another two years, right?"

"I have to go."

Younha was silent and they were just staring at each other.

"Where? Why?"

"Berlin's. There's a company that I have to take care of in two years' time there."

"You're gonna leave me again?"

"Mianhae's."

Younha nodded brokenly. As much as possible hide his sadness in a thin smile. "What time do I need to go to the airport? What time's your flight?"

Jihoon sighed. "Younha-ya, We'd better—we didn't part and cry at the airport."

"Why? I want to take you away." Younha grabbed Jihoon's hand for the first time. "Two full years maybe we won't see each other again."

"I might not be able to handle it." Jihoon's voice tone was low. "I tried to calm down and say you can stay. But when I see you tomorrow, maybe I'll beg you to come along. I'm afraid I might want to take you away."

Younha lip smacking. "That means we have to split up here?"

Jihoon nodded, looked into the pupils pleading for Younha who started to tear up and then carried her into a hug. Jihoon closed his eyes for a moment, wanting to reminisce about a hug he would not get again for two years.

"I'll call you ten times a day. I'll send an email every day. And we have to send each other letters every month, yeah." His whisper.

Younha rubbed Jihoon's wide back. "Yes, do it."

Their hugs stretched out slowly, Jihoon's thumbs also wiped Younha's tears on her cheeks.

"I'm going to say goodbye to the kids with good words and break them up because the baby sister is really coming in two years."

Younha smiled anxiously, then struck the spoiled man's chest. Even when Younha wanted to cry, her ex-husband was still joking.

Until after Jihoon farewell to his two heroes and they drove until the man entered the car. They worshiped slowly and for the umpteenth time, Younha was abandoned by her loved ones again.

...*****...