My best friend my husband

Chaptre 60. Confessions of Jong Ru

Dara let go of her hand in my grasp violently. My hands were violently blown in the air as his body walked in, his eyes looking at me with a look of hate as if there was no longing and love there.

While I could only silently digest her words.

Don't ever see me again.

"Geulaeseo,ige dangsin-i na-ege han jis-ingayo, Dara? Wae naleul neoegeseo meol-eojige mandeulgo, neoui gyeot-eseo salajigo, naega geogieeobsneun neo jasin-ui haengbog-eulo meolliseo neoleul chyeodabogo sip-eo? Jigeum museun saeng - gag - eulhago issnayo, Dara? naneun dangsin-eul chaj-eulyeogo ae sseossgo, simjieo eomeonido dangsin-ui ileum-eul buleumyeo pohyohayeo dangsin-eun ppalli jib-eulo dol-a wasseubnida."

I wiped my tears violently, went back inside the Halal Cafe to pay for my food and returned to the hotel.

(So, this is what you did to me, Dara? Why do you want to make me stay away from you, disappear by your side, look at you from a distance with your own happiness without me there? What are you thinking right now, Dara? I used to try to find you, even mother wailed to call your name so you could quickly return home.)

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When I got to the hotel, I put my shirt in my suitcase. I saw from the mirror of the dressing table that Jong Ru was finishing her bathing ritual.

"Mwohaneungeeya? Indonesia dol-aga sinayo?" jong Ru asked as he opened the closet.

(What are you doing? Are you going back to Indonesia.)

I stared at his naked back sharply.

"ne, Indonesia dol-agabnida. Na hanteseo daeu ra-eul magneungeoya?"

His hand that was moving picked clothes immediately stopped hearing my question.

(Yes, I'm going back to Indonesia. Did you cover Dara's whereabouts from me?)

"Museun mal-yeah?"

(What do you mean?)

I chuckled at her question. His body turned to look at me who was staring at him sharply and the clothes I put into the suitcase were still not finished.

"Museun mal-iya? Yes, na hanteseo Daeu ra-eul sumgin greetings ani eoss-eo? Kaelliponia - e dangsin - i issdaneun sasil - e sangdanghi nollassseubnida. Nae mollae geuleul mannan geos gatgun-yo chungbunhi myeonghwaghabnikka?!" my snapping.

(What do I mean? Hey, aren't you the one who hid Dara's whereabouts from me? I used to be quite surprised by where you were here in California. Turns out, you've met him without my knowledge. Is that clear enough?!)

"Yes, maldo andwae. Naega Dara - eul kkyeoanneun geol bwass - eo? Geolieseo geunyeoui son - eul jab - a? Ima na ppyam - e kiseu? Hangsin-eun geugeos-eul** anh-assda?" Jong Ru looked at me wondering and astonished.

(Hey, don't talk that no-no. Did you see me hugging Dara? Holding his hands on the street? Kiss his forehead or cheeks? Did you see him?)

"Naneun dangsin-i son-eul jabgo geodgeona kiseuhanun geos-eul bon jeog-i eobs-seubnida. Geunde cheoeum-e geu hallal kapee gwansim-i saeng-gyeoss-eul ttae wae eunpye haess-eo? oneul achim - e Dara - eul mannassneunde eoje kapeeseo geuui jonjaeleul neukkyeossdeon geos gat - ayo. Sasil jeoneun samusil chulseog-e daehae mun-uihagonhaessneunde jig-wondeul-i han dal neomge kaelliponia-e galagohaessseubnida. Geu gyeolgwa geuleul mannaleo. Nae dwieseo ileoneungeoya na hanteseo gajyeo gass - eo? Ulineun yeojeonhi guggawa jong-gyoe beobjeog-eulo gusogdoeeo issseubnida," he said.

(I've never seen you walk holding hands or kissing. But, the first time I was interested in that Halal Cafe, why did you even cover it up? I met Dara this morning, right my guess that yesterday I felt his presence in the cafe. In fact, I used to question your presence in the office and your employees said you were going to California for a month or so. Turns out, you went to see him. You're doing this behind my back, man. Did you take it from me? We are still bound by official relations by state and religion.)

"Mwo? aAdeu nan-i dangsin-ege heeojilagohaji anh-assnayo? Geunyang bad-adeul-iji geulae? Eojesbam dangsin-i hwanan geolbogo and nollassnayo? ye, naneun il-eon fashionun geos - eul algo issseubnida. Bioneun nal bodo-e anj-aissneun yeojaleul bwassgi ttaemun-e yeop-e gabang-iiss-eossseubnida. Naneun geuleul jib-eulo delyeowa eumsigwa swil su-issneun jueossul jueossgo, geuege os, hyudaepon, dongwa myeoch salary pillsupumdo sajueossseubnida. Naega dangsin-ui munjeleul non-uihaess-eul ttae, Dara-eun dangsin-ui ileum-eul deudgo sipji anh-assseubnida. Simjieo geuneun dangsin-ui ileumgwa geuege neomu meolli gan dangsin-ui taedo-e hyeom-ogam-eul neukkyeossseubnida."

(What? Did Dara ask you to separate? Why don't you just take it? Was he really surprised to see you angry last night? Yeah, I know all the things that happened. Because I saw your woman sitting on the sidewalk on a rainy day and next to her suitcase. I took him home and gave him food and rest, I also bought him clothes, a cell phone, money and some of his needs. You know, when I talked about your problem, Dara didn't want to hear your name even she was fed up with your name and your outrageous nature toward her.)

"Joh-ayo, dangsin-ui geumji doen gwangyeleul dasineun banghaehaji anhgessseubnida. Naega Dara - eul bonae julge. Geuga jeongmallo dangsin-eul joh-ahago dangsin-ui salang-eul bad-a deul-indamyeon, dangsin-ui gyeolhon-i god seongsa doel su issdolog ganeunghan han ppalli ihon seolyuleul bonae deuligessseubnida. Igeos-i dangsin-i wonhaneun geos-i anibnikka?"

(Alright, I won't interfere with your forbidden relationship anymore. I'll let Dara go for you. If she really likes you and accepts your love, I will send you a divorce letter as soon as possible so that your marriage is held soon. Isn't this what you want?)

I put my clothes back on the bed and left the room. Before I got out of the room, I gave some tens of pieces of money to Jong Ru to pay for everything.

I carry a suitcase and wait for a taxi in front of the lobby.

Tin!

I walked up to the taxi. I gave the phone to the star hotel in the middle of California to the taxi driver.

"Had reached."

I gave him the money he asked for and put my suitcase inside The Ritz-Carlton.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yes, I'd like to stay a few weeks at this hotel."

"Alright, then please complete this registration. You can fill it on the table there."

The woman pointed at several tables neatly lined up next to the reception desk. I took the paper and the ballpoint pen he gave me and filled it up on one of the tables.

(Can I help you, sir?)

(Yes, I'd like to stay a few weeks at this hotel.)

(Alright, then please fill out this registration. You can fill it up at the table there.)

When I finished, I gave it to the two women. They fill it up on a computer monitor screen. I sat back and played my phone, waiting for my name to be signed.

"Mr Azlan!" call 'em. I stood up from my seat and walked towards the table.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You can use the 15-floor room right in room 201."

(Mr Azlan!)

(Yes.)

(You can use a 15-story room right in room 201.)