Korean Story Set

watchword in winter

December is not the right month to be in Seoul, a metropolis that always lives in South Korea. After lingering in the shades of snow, now the weather turned completely cold. Did not forget the old saying “hout falling, hit the stairs pula”. Yes, a suitable saying is used by Bili Kalahari, a young man who lives in a park in the middle of a beautiful city, like enjoying the cold.

The suit was re-clad in a super-large jacket, covering its elegant look. His hands were also invisible, having been covered in gloves he had never worn. Currently, only hardened hair as well as a cold face appeared.



Crazy, it's cold in town. There is no sun. His eyes twitched at every person who came, who appeared from behind a tree, down from the car, also from the outskirts of the road.

It could also be people, really hold living in the city kayak gini.

Once in a while Bili's hands clumped with each other, shaking off the coldness that was so felt.

“Anyeong,” the soft voice of a woman sizzles softly about her ear crackers. He quickly looked to the right.

“Kim Ha Na?” Said Billi hesitating a little. The look of the two of them was almost similar, it was just that the woman had covered her hair with the full body jacket.

The woman quickly bowed her head, a sign of introduction. Bili was a little relieved, his waiting time was over. He hoped to get away from this strange weather quickly he thought.

“uli.. ga sija.. ghagi jeon-e joesong..habnida, na...neun algo issda, wae yeo...gie?” Billi stammered, his eyes could not be separated from his little book.

“aleumdaun yeohaeng-eun jayeon-ui aleumdaum eseo sijaghal su issseubnida,” replied the woman quickly, making Bili uncharitable.

“jamkkan, tie malhal su-issda,” said Bili, his hand has taken out his phone, looking for online translation.

“A beautiful trip is usually what is sought if not natural beauty means the beauty of its inhabitants. Then, why don't we start here, Olympic Park.”

“Eh?”

“Udah, if you do not speak Korean, use Indonesian only. Still understand me,”

Bili gulped, held in shame, his hand slowly kept a small note as well as the notebook. A faint smile covered her awkwardness.

“So ki..”

“Neither,” said Kim Ha Na.

“I'm sorry, nervous, because of your Korean language, so forget me,” said Bili quickly took the backpack next to him.

Kim Ha Na chuckled softly, she quickly sat on the bench that had been swathed in the cold. He took out a coffee cup from his large pocket, then his left hand he fluttered on the jacket that covered his hair, clearly visible half long hair reddish black.

“Nih, for mas..”

“Bili,” Reply Billi quickly.

“Okay, Bili mas. It's the warm drink, the body is here but the spirit is really in Antarctica,” led by Kim Ha Na.

Bili who was still wrapped in shame, a little elegant quickly swept the coffee cup next to him. Warm drink, so refreshing his throat, quickly calm his cold body.

“Where?” Asked Kim Ha Na, his face slightly forward looking at Bili who was engrossed himself.

Ukhkhkuh ukhhk

The sound of coughing came out from Bili's mouth, he knew this was an unusual sight. It is undeniable. Kim Ha Na does have a cute and adorable face, naturally her company sent her to interview him. Bili is also a person who has high loyalty. Trust representatives of his company.

Bili got up, stood up. He quickly fixed his hoarse voice. Not to forget, his jacket he approached, his shame barrier. Then sit back, arrange each question to be asked.

Kim Ha Na who is preparing to be asked ‘pun quickly fix his nervousness just now.

“We use Indonesian only yes,” Kim Ha Na nodded. “If you can know, how long has Kim Ha Na been in Korea?”

“No need to use mbak, mas. Awkwardness. One more, call Ha Na,”

The soft voice again sighed in the cold weather, slightly relieving his leg body. “Ok, please answer, Ha Na.”

“Kalo is not miscalculated anyway, about already almost 8 years.” His eyes are thinking. “Wah, it's been a while. When I suddenly did not expect this yes, like yesterday was still in the place of playing hide and seek. Still stinky kencur, hehehe.”

“Waw 8 years, but the Indonesian language is still active aja yes,” said Bili slightly turned his face to Ha Na.

“Each malem is almost full Indonesian. Kan phonean same mama in Bandung, so reasonable still can,”

“Oh his parents in Bandung yes, can dong I stop by there,”

“You what?” Ask.

“Ya especially if it's not about his son who works in Korea,” replied Bili with a little laugh.

“No need to go there,” Laughter Bili a little stopped. “Light ask here.”

Bili's confused face was a little awkward hearing that sentence. Is it real, or a joke. I don't know. He just followed the flow of laughter Ha Na who appeared with his words.

“Eh, how did the people here fit you first came?” Bili asked slightly diverting Ha Na's laughter.

“Sama kayak us, if you squirm the innate stranger just want to know. Almost the first week I became an artist, many interviewed.” Ha Na's laughter is still flowing. Bili laughed, her eyes quickly imagining Ha Na's words. Almost the same as when he was going to be sent to Korea, his friends turned into reporters.

“Kalo can know why should Korea yes, why not to Japan, Malaysia, America or others?”

“At first, I did a lot of drama, just as there happened to be a college scholarship in Korea, I followed you. Eh no idea graduated, yes already directly here.” Ha Na's eyes told me as if the atmosphere was still going on.

“Now again S2, yes?” Ha Na nodded.

“At which University?”

“Di Seoul National University”

“Kalo already graduated here or go home?”

“Kalo is less know. I think I followed a prospective couple deh.” Ha Na replied while chuckling.

“Emang want to find people here or Indo?”

“Ya although the drama is good, the guy is cute, romantic. But the reality does not fit the same in the real.” Ha Na sighed. “I senengnya guy Indonesia aja.”

Bili quickly swallowed his saliva.

“Wah if that, can dong list.” Bili said as he turned his eyes to the small book in front of him.

“Where is it..?” Ha Na seemed to think. “Loh, this is a job interview what is a personal interview huh?”

“Look at the fact kayak gini anyway, maybe both are more suitable.” Bili replied firmly, her eyes trying to dare to look at the brown eyes in front of her.

“Aduh... Mas Bili this, can be a joke..”.

“I'm not kidding.” Tukas Bili fast. “I memorized Lee Min Ho's birth date, or SNSD's Yona. The same hobby can bring us together. Why not.”

Kim Ha Na bowed, her face unreacted. The feathers on his jacket look stiff. It was as if Bili's heart and words had bewitched him. Only the cold wind was still resounding, chanting small sounds at the empty ears. The pitch-black little book was already on Ha Na's lap, not a word of rejection or perhaps the direction of friendship that was scratched. A phone number is also a small note written on that line of paper.

“What number is this?”

“That's my number, especially for you.” Ha Na chanted her small smile.

“This is what it reads?” bili said while paying attention to the Korean writing underneath.

“Oh it read saranghae, meaning hopefully we can continue to contact.” Answer Ha Na.

“OK. Then saranghae too.”

The two eyes rubbed against each other. The longer, no words came out. Just as small as a smile and a small laugh that sometimes appears. If previously Bili felt that this winter was not a suitable atmosphere to meet, especially in the park. Maybe after this, those words he would erase for life. Because with this winter, a bond will last. A bond that will warm their winter.