Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

18| Fix No Other Work [1]

Fix the rice frog is really ngutin wherever I go. Errr sucks ... Naura growled faintly. Stopping his steps, as well as the sound of footsteps behind him stopped. With a deep breath, like a dragon preparing to spout fire from its mouth, Naura was ready to nag.

"Yaaa, how long will you follow me, frog!!" Naura ruffled her waist with eyes glaring sharply at Raka.

Repeatedly the man stroked his chest, trying to calm his heartbeat - too shocked at the reaction of this sweet figure to him. Holy hooch! It was a cry of what a hungry lioness roared, almost dislodged my heart.

"Gallak very, Agashi (mistress). Just relax, euy." Raka tried to joke in the middle of exhaling a gasp, as if she had just gotten the worst news of her life. The corner of his lips was wide. But a second later the grin disappeared instantly as if swallowed by the earth when he saw the expression of Naura's face 'being unable to joke' this.

Not only Raka who was surprised because of the cry of this sweet figure earlier, some traders and visitors around them also stopped for a moment. Look towards them, want to know what happened and then go back to the original activity.

At first glance Naura shook off the invisible dust on her arm with a fixed gaze glared irritatedly at Raka.

"Don't follow me!" his reflection again while giving a sharp look killed him. Hoping through his sharp gaze, this man in front of him shrieked his guts, like a rat met a python.

"Showever follow me. Sssh," he continued hissing like a snake queen. Turning the body and speeding into the crowd of people, like water flowing in a river, following the vertically moving humans.

This sweet figure developed his lobe so wide while slowing down his pace. Trying to hear the sound of footsteps among other human footsteps. Despite the number of footsteps, somehow he could recognize Raka's footsteps so easily. A second later, cut the plum lips of this sweet figure behind a sweet smile.

Hm, it looks like the rice frog has given up. Don't follow me anymore. Good though. (=^▽^=)

Naura starts humming cheerfully down Black Pork Street after making sure Raka doesn't follow her anymore. Then stop at one of the merchants peddling accessories - sandwiched between merchants peddling other Korean specialties.

"Aegseseolileul bwajuseyo, (*Please take a look at the accessories, miss)," said the male seller of Naura's age, then inching closer to this sweet figure.

Secretly the merchant was so keen to pay attention to the appearance of Naura behind the thick coat that enveloped her body, wearing a knee-length floral dress combined with black stockings. To add to his appearance, this sweet figure wearing black boots right away. Simple, yet his aura was so powerfully radiated. Plus the dazzling smile that was engraved beautifully on her thin plum lips, further amplified the aura from her body.

"Areumdawo (beautiful)." Unknowingly the merchant spoke, praising Naura's appearance.

"Agashi (miss)--"

Instantly the seller swallowed back his words. Snuck his nape. Looking to the right left. This merchant suddenly shivered, like having a high fever. Once again looking at Naura, then-without a word-rushing away this sweet figure returned to its original place.

For some reason, this young man felt that there was a pair of wolf eyes, preparing to prey on him and tear him apart while trying to approach this beautiful buyer.

Horrifically. Does this lady have a pet like a stealth wolf. Brrr ... creeps me up when I get close to her. This young salesman repeatedly shook his head with a gaze of attention to Naura.

"Ms." Naura muttered faintly, stroking her chin while paying attention to accessories that might interest her. Not paying attention to the frightened expression of the seller. Then this sweet figure took out one butterfly-shaped hairpin. Coincidentally the bangs have been elongated. He needs these flops to make his bangs go nowhere.

"That suits you very well."

Naura immediately turned her head to the side as a hoarse bass voice interrupted her world, breaking her focus. Instantly this sweet figure returned glaring sharply

"You!" his screeches. Without realizing it Raka had been standing next to him. It was as if this world had never had any problems with his life.

"Why follow me!" Naura ruffled waist. Raka just shrugged her shoulders.

"You're so arbitrary, heh. Do you not understand the meaning of the word prohibition," continued this sweet figure growling.

"If you wear it, you're more beautiful, like a butterfly queen." Raka said casually, not at all memubris Naura circus speech. Smile like a model of advertising toothpaste. Her eagle eyes were fixed on the butterfly clasps in Naura's hands.

"Not bad, really, I think it's good" Raka argued.

"Who asked for your opinion." Naura glared sharply. "Some are no longer interested," he continued puffing his cheeks.

"Hm, so yes. I guess ..." Raka picked up one of the hairbands with a mini rabbit headdress nearby.

"Don't move!" absolute orders.

I don't know what wind. Naura is like a person who is hypnotized to follow Raka's orders. He flinched. While Raka-either what she does-busy on her bangs. Secretly this sweet figure looked up. Paying attention to the handsome face of Raka who was just a moment away with her. As if Raka's face was more attractive than anything around her, all seemed to fade away, only Raka stood so shining in front of her.

Naura blinked at a glance when Raka's breath hit her face, draining heat around her face, then pulled her breath just to smell the parfume of this man who was so pierced into her nose. His mind immediately drifted into the past. It was like being on a beautiful date with Raka.

But that was then, now it's different. He belongs to someone else. Uninvited, Naura's heart beat ria, re-awakening who she and Raka are today. Just an ex-lover. Samar this sweet figure clenched his hands, trying not to be affected at Raka's current attitude.

"Yaaa, far---"

"... Well this just suits you." Raka cut off Naura's speech.

This sweet figure let out a long breath. He stared at this man, smiling wider than ear to ear. Her eagle eyes twinkled watching the blue-colored hairband had arranged nicely binding the dangling Naura bangs, revealing the clear brown iris of this sweet figure completely.

"So more and more yeppo-yo (sweet)," added Raka while stroking the head of this sweet figure. A custom Raka used to do when she was still in love with Naura.

Naura held her breath. His blood flow seemed to stop flowing, when the soft touch of Raka's finger touched her hair. His chest became tight. There was pain mixed with other feelings that he could not describe at this moment. His heart warmed and turned cold instantly, then warmed again. Up and down. It's like he's got bipolar syndrome.

He's sultry. I don't need a coat to warm up. Hurriedly this sweet figure looked back down, noticing the tip of his boot, not daring to stare directly at Raka's eyes. He tried to strengthen his heart again. Trying to remind himself. Who are they both now.

"Chogiyo, igeo eolmayeyo? (Excuse me, how much does this cost?)" tanya Raka pointed the hairband on Naura's head to the seller. The seller gulped nervously before answering Raka's question, this man's sharp gaze reminded him as he approached this beautiful buyer earlier.

"Dangsin gat-eun dalkomhan keopeul-ui gyeong-u, naneun 50 % hal-in-eul jegonghabnida. (For sweet couples like you I give fifty percent off.)" The seller smiled widely as he spread his five fingers wide.

"Jeongmal's? Khamsahammida." Raka also smiled no less widely to hear the praise of the seller. Immediately nudged Naura's arm and raised her thick eyebrows.

"You hear? He said we're a sweet couple." Raka whispered after paying for her groceries.

Naura rolled her eyeballs and twisted her body. Stay away from the accessories merchant stalls. "Hhh .. sweet couple of your ancestors. Besides, it's because the seller is afraid of you. That's why he praised you and gave you a discount. He's afraid of being made wrong by you."

"Don't suuzhon so, Naura. People sincerely intend to praise should be appreciated, anyway."

"Try that merchant who praises me with Jongin. Still want your appreciation, hum?" Naura grinned in satisfaction.

The smile that expands on the side of Raka's lips successfully withered instantly. "Don't provoke my mood to bad, Naura," he said, shuffling his bushy black hair.