About You: Love & Sacrifice

The Problems That Are Related

The evening sky seemed to support Younha's mood, today easily a new idea for the magazine next month from him was accepted by the team of creators without further ado. they even praised Younha's intelligence when taking the theme of Secret Valentine which can be said to be complicated, where Valentine who should be a happy day for everyone was tucked away from some hearts. Either because of small things such as the absence of speech from someone, gifts without reply, or Valentine without love.

The human heart is complicated. As complicated as looking for a needle in a haystack, it may be seen and found but it also invites auspicious decisions. Younha smiled wryly, although this year she only passed Valentine with her two sons but Younha was very grateful. At least the two little angels brought Younha happiness that was once lost.

Slowly a small stalk of jasmine was tucked in by Yeonjun's tiny hand, the boy climbed into the long chair that Younha occupied and laid the flower as Younha daydreamed.

"Mama is beautiful" she said with a smile. "I'm not happy that you're smiling, said aunt Mirae, if you want to see an angel, you should see you smile."

Younha smiled then, grabbed Yeonjun's small body and then gave a kiss to the son's head which was very smart. "Oh, that's sweet mama's boy. Surely Adek Seojun can't wait to play with big brother." he continued pinching the cheek padlung the son.

"Well!! There's butterflies!!" yeonjun exclaimed pointing at the flying beast. The boy immediately went down and ran after him.

"Slow down, brother." Younha rebuked Yeonjun who was already some distance away.

Holding her seventeen-month-old baby, Younha joked and played with her son in the small garden. The afternoon sky was almost gone, but Younha was still at home running around to catch the beautiful butterflies flying. Moments later, Younha sees Yeonjun fall down on the lawn, the friends who play with Yeonjun try to help but Younha who panics soon catches up with Yeonjun—so that his friends are a bit away from the boy.

"It hurts so much?" Younha blew a small scratched Yeonjun elbow. The boy did not cry, only grimaced while biting his lower lip to stem the tears in his eyes. "Sweet, brother, don't be held like this. It will hurt even more."

Yeonjun. "So don't want you to see your sister cry."

"Geez, it's okay, brother." continued Younha lead the son to sit on the bench of the park. "Mama won't get angry if sister cries."

"No way." Yeonjun still shook his head even though his tears had already seeped. "Silver's afraid of getting scolded by Aunt Hyejin."

Instantly Younha frowned, still blowing on Yeonjun's wound and cleaning with dry tissue. "Did aunt Hyejin ever get angry when she cried?" Younha's voice is a little emotional.

Yeonjun did not answer.

"It's okay, cry son. This is Mama, not Hyejin's aunt." Younha's trembling voice was heard softly on the sidelines of Yeonjun's crying which began to tighten.

Though children cry is natural, especially when injured. Since childhood children should be taught to manage emotions properly, if happy to laugh if the pain is crying, instead of being held resistant like adults who are supposed to hide emotions.

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"Where are you, why don't you answer my phone?" Mumbled Jihoon on the edge of his apartment balcony while continuing to frown because a dozen of his calls to Younha were not raised even once. Jihoon called again and there was no response even though Younha's phone was active.

"Darling, good this or this." Hyejin suddenly showed me two shirts to choose from.

"O-Oh yeah, the right one's good." Jihoon replied presumably, putting his phone away on the small table.

Hyejin who saw Jihoon's unusual behavior was a little suspicious, she guessed that the lover was now contacting Younha. "Did you still have my shawl? I think it's gonna take that to Japan."

"Yes, I'm still carrying it. I'll get it for a second."

Jihoon went to look for the item in question. Hyejin smiled as if she didn't know anything, the scarf was just a cover for diversion. He wanted to know what Jihoon was talking about with Younha. Hyejin approached the table, picked up Jihoon's phone and saw a message Younha had just entered.

"I'm in the apartment. It's okay to see the kids."

Hyejin deftly deleted the message before Jihoon read it. His heart rumbled unruffled, his breath choked with doubt and guilt because he had come this far. Hyejin just doesn't want Jihoon to love Younha anymore.

He did not want Jihoon to leave him.

...*****...

"Oom Jinan!!" Yeonjun immediately ran over to the man who had just walked out of his black Audi.

Younha turned his head, now they were at the entrance of the apartment area. Just fifteen minutes back to treat Yeonjun's wounds and make Seojun milk, the four-year-old wants to go out for ice cream again. He said his wounds would heal quickly if he ate ice cream. Younha just assented and obeyed the boy's will while it was nothing.

"You're buying ice cream." Great-grandson Yeonjun. "Look oom Jinan, Yeonjun fell down and got well quickly had to eat ice cream."

Jinan pinched Yeonjun's cheek, rubbed his small wound and got up when he saw Younha approaching. "How was your day?" Continue Jinan in a slightly sad tone.

Younha only blinked a little, go along with that familiar sentence. The words that Jinan always asked every night first. As simple as the phrase "How was your day?" which Younha never heard from her ex-husband. Only a simple thing can cover the burden of a day, the comforting sentence that he does exist and deserves credit for his hard work in a day. And there was no other answer to that question other than,

"I'm fine."

The man in front of her nodded, looking at Younha's iris who seemed sincere and honest even though Jinan knew Younha's acting was very bad. Perhaps he could hide his expression from others but not with Jinan.

"How are you?" Ask Younha back. "Are you able to run your own office?"

"I'm very good and yes—there's a little obstacle in the office but it's okay. I've done it" replied Jinan slowly.

"Ah, sure." Younha patted Jinan's arm, teasing her a little. "You have always been cool, the teacher's favorite student has been successful."

"Have you and the kids eaten?"

"Not yet, this is also all you want to eat out."

"What if I eat in my apartment alone, Mirae cooks a lot today. And also, Mirae's sick."

Younha reflex frowned worriedly. "Mirae hurts what? have you been to the doctor? how-how long? why are you talking now?"

Jinan laughed lightly. "He's sick to miss you, miss you."

"Jinan, make a hanger." Younha sewot. "Kirain Mirae is sick from exhaustion keeping Yeonjun and Seojun."

"No, even Yeonjun was helping Mirae a lot. That little hand is good at squealing, I think he deserves to be a masseuse." Canda Jinan chuckled.

"Eh, haphazardly. My son should be better than his mother. He wants to be a doctor, he said."

Jinan turned to Yeonjun as he played with his sister who started walking small. "Why does Yeonjun want to be a doctor? not just a cop like Oom Jinan?"

Yeonjun shook his head in a frown. "Sister wants to be a doctor for mama, brother often blows mama's wounds to heal."

Younha and Jinan smiled together, anxious at the cute words of the boy.

"Then let's go. Mirae also makes cookies with your favorite strawberry chocolate."

"Forku?" younha's arguing doesn't believe me. "I think it's too much. I don't have anything to give to Mirae."

Jinan clicked small. "What's wrong, your smile is as sweet as that strawberry brown."

"What?"

"Say Mirae." Jinan fast. "My word is too."

"What are—"

"Let's go!!!" Jinan cradling Seojun suddenly cuts off Younha's talk that will probably mendumel with English as it used to. Yeonjun sat in the middle seat and Younha in the front seat while holding Seojun. The car drove slowly out of the apartment. And without them noticing, Jihoon monitored them from inside his parked car right outside the gate.

From inside the dark-glazed car, Jihoon squeezed his wheel furiously. Jinan again, why is the man always in every affair.

...*****...