Loving Yourself

Favorite Cafe

About how I felt about Shin Ji Joon. I try hard to hide everything I feel. I also still doubt, that this is true 'Love'. Perhaps, this is just my admiration for him.

"Agh! Excuse me" I said to a passenger who was blocking me.

It's not appropriate for someone like me. Loving someone like Shin Ji Joon. He is the only son of one of the richest men in Indonesia. He is also one of the leading multitalented entrepreneurs in Korea.

It's impossible if someone like me could live and own a Shin Ji Joon. It could be this close, I'm so grateful. I'm very, very lucky.

"Wait a minute!" pekikku while getting on the bus.

A very long story why I got to this Gingseng country. Obviously, I used to be an illegal TKW.

It was my misfortune that allowed me to meet Yokada. Who is now Master and is like my own brother.

She was the one who helped me out of the Illegal Agency trying to sell me as a comfort woman in a localization house.

Mr. Yokada also helped me get back my important data, such as Passport and so on.

He also took care of all my personal data, so that I could safely stay in Korea with him.

Actually, I myself have not been able to fully speak Korean. All this time, I've only used my files to guess what other people really mean when I talk to me.

Even so, Yokada said, my file is quite strong. Almost everything else I mean I can guess correctly.

Luckily my song is that Yokada also speaks Indonesian. He also taught me Korean and Japanese in exchange for me also having to teach him Javanese.

Yes, I am of original Javanese descent. Although not completely I mastered the language Krama Inggil perfectly.

Now, even though I understand a little Korean. I prefer to be quiet. I myself am also a quiet person, on the other hand, I am still afraid of misinterpreting what they say.

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It was about 11:17.AM. I've arrived in front of the Cafeshop. The place where I made an appointment with Shin Ji Joon.

"Annyeong haseyo" I said as I entered the cafe.

This cafe is my favorite place to hang out. Other than Free Wi-Fi.

This place is also right located in Sebrang Clinic where Yokada Practice.

As long as I was with Yokada, I was like a pet cat who had to obey and follow wherever he went.

Yokada said that I could be his personal assistant for a while. I could learn a lot about the outside world from him.

I don't expect a salary from Mr. Yokada. As a servant, the main thing is to serve his master wherever he goes. Even so, Yokada always gave me salary money every month. In fact, Yokada also gave me extra pocket money like his own sister. That money too, which I used to provide for my needs and send a little money to my parents who were in Indonesia.

The time is 12:20.PM. I also finished the glass of chocolate I ordered. My eyes are also too tired to play games to relieve my boredom.

I occasionally look at my chat history. The one I sent to Shin Ji Joon.

This session. But have you not read it yet?! I murmured in my heart.

I called him a few times. But he didn't get any answers.

Maybe the guy is busy. My mummy dismissed my prejudice.

I reopened my phone and played a game to fill my boredom. It's not 12:30 yet.PM, as promised. So I can still patiently wait for him, while playing games.

The time is 02:30.PM. But Shin Ji Joon hasn't come yet. I do not pay attention to it, I am still cool with the game on my phone, because it is in the exciting position playing the game.

"Excuse me, would you like to add an order?" exclaimed a waiter to disturb me.

Kyun?! My inner.

I am no stranger to that voice. He's one of the servants here. He was one of my best friends.

"Emm Boy, Ekpreso 1 is okay," I said.

I did not turn my head in the slightest towards Kyun, so engrossed in the game in my hand.

Yeah, I call Kyun 'The Boy'. The parasite is very handsome, tall, like a model. Moreover, he was a very friendly person. That's why I can easily be friends with him.

"Good sister. Please wait. Order will be delivered soon, he he," he said by teasing.

"Ah you this. Thank you." I don't care about the bustle in the cafe.

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