My best friend my husband

Chaptre 91.Hanseol

"Bas with you."

I chuckled softly as I removed my wrist from her waist and sat back down to give Dara time to cook.

After that, he took out a plate while I prepared a glass, drinking water, and a bowl of water to wash my hands.

I first took Dara's cooking from papa. I wonder how the eggplant tastes when it is fried in red chili and accompanied by a bunch of anchovies.

"Hm, mashita," I turned to Dara

"This is my food when I was in high school" said Dara again eating his food.

It's really delicious, I thought.

I finished that plate of eggplant sambal together with the rice. I added almost 4 dishes and now my stomach is quite full.

"Papa said to go home first, yeah."

"Ah, yes. Careful, pa."

Dara and I spoke at the same time and took Papa to the gate.

I led Dara back into the house. Then sit on the fur carpet right in front of the television.

I took the setoples snack and ate it without turning my eyes to the television screen that broadcasts the daily news.

"Sister, I take a shower first."

"Go."

There was the sound of the door closing tightly while I kept chewing. I took the remote to look for another broadcast.

***

That night, Hanseol took me to his house. I don't know what happened there, but I invited Dara to accompany me.

At first I was very hesitant and worried about his invitation through a message.

Hanseol

[형님, 집에 올 수 있습니까?]

(Oppanim, jib-e ol su issseubnikka?)

(Sister, can you come home?)

"What event is there?" asked Dara who was wearing eyebrow mascara to her eyebrows.

"Come, baby. Hopefully nothing will happen later," I said while staring at his activities.

Once enough was done, Dara and I walked out of the house. I opened the garage and pulled out the Tesla car while he was keeping the keys to the house in that little bag of cages.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

I'm gasping towards Hanseol's house.

***

Up there, his house looked empty. I opened the fence of the house that was as high as my forehead and took Dara walking beside me while holding her hand.

Chequek!

The door opened as we walked up to the porch.

"What's wrong?" ask me to the point.

"Go in first."

Hanseol's mother smiled kindly at us, telling us to go inside her house.

I clasped Dara's hand and pulled her into the house and sat on the sofa.

"Wait a minute, son. Eomma call Hanseol first."

Shortly after the departure of our aunt, Hanseol and aunt came back to see us. Hanseol hangs only use a tanktop and very short gray pants.

It makes my eyes hurt to see how he looks tonight.

I exhaled a rough breath with Hanseol's extremely disrespectful behavior.

"Mian haeyo, ileohge bam-e jib-e olago malhae jusyeoseo joesonghabnida."

"Seolmyeonghae, mwoga jalmos dwaessneunji yeogilo olago haessjanh-a."

"Geunde wae delyeo wass-eo?"

Hanseol pointed towards Dara.

(Sorry, my brother has told my sister to come home these nights.)

(Explain, what did you tell me here.)

(But why did you bring him?)

"Wae's? Geugeon dangsin - i hal il - i anibnida. Museun tteus-inji solmyeonghasibsio."

"Dongsaeng samusil - e jiwonhago sipseubnida. Su-issda thing?"

"Mwo? Gujig jung's? Beob-eul gongbuhago isssubnikka? Hoegye's? Keompyuteo mich neteuwokeu gonghag? Making out? Animyeon geonchugga?"

I looked down at Hanseol. He studied with a nurse.

(Why? It's none of your business. Explain what you mean.)

(I want to apply for a job at my sister's office. Can you?)

(What? Applying for work? Did you go to law school? An accounting? Computer and network engineering? The marketing? Or Architect?)

He seemed to be very nervous about my questions. Does he think I forgot alias senile with the majors he pengang to date.

""Eum, samusil-eseo ilhal su issnayo? Jeog - eodo cheongso seobiseu cheoleom - y. Jigeum-eun neomu bogjabhaeseo and gisul-eul ighil su eobs-seubnida. Geugos-eseo ilhaneun geos-i eolmana jaemi issneunji al-abogo sipseubnida."

"Mwo? Nolyeoghagoiss-eos? Sido hal jig - eob - i eobs - seubnida. Jeongong-e ttala gongbuhaeyahabnida!"

"Ganhosagadoeun geos - eun maeu eolyeobseubnida. Wolgeub - eun uisawa bigyohal su eobs - seubnida. Ganhosagadoeun geos - eun ttaettaelo maeu eolyeobdaneun geos - eul algo issseubnida."

I honestly don't understand where the conversation is going. How can work be tried first.

(Hm, can I work in your office? At least as a Cleaning Service. Right now I can't study my major because it's too convoluted. I want to try to find out how exciting it is to work there.)

(What? Trying any? There is no work to try. You must study according to your major!)

(Please, being a nurse is hard. His salary is not comparable to that of a doctor. I know that being a nurse is hard sometimes.)

I stared intently at the clueless Hanseol.

"Hanseol, ssineun jeongong-gwa sillyeog-e ttala gongbuhaeyahabnida. Nae samusil-eun yebi jig-won-ina jig-won-eul bunlyuaneun de geim-eulhaji anhseubnida. Dangsin - eun hagsa hag - wi ilppun - ibnida. Hanpyeon jeoneun godeunghaggyo jol-eobsaeng-eul je-oehago dayanghan gisul-eseo seogsaleul seontaeghaessseubnida. Gwihaui buseoeneun gwihaui jig - eobs - seubnida. Ihaehae?"

(Hanseol, you have to study in accordance with your majors and skills. My office does not play games in sorting out prospective employees or staff. You're just an S1 graduate. While I chose S2 in various techniques except High School graduates. In your department, there's no part of your job. Youunderstand?)

"Jeoleul dangsin-ui jig-won-eulo neoh-eojuseyo. Jeoneun samusil, keompyuteo, eeokeon-i seolchidoen bang-eseo ilhago sip-eossseubnida. Geuleona eomeonineun naleul heolaghaji anh-assseubnida. Museowoseo abeoji eomeoniui tteusdaelo haggyoe danyeoyo. Haeyahabnida."

Hanseol clenched his palms together in front of his chest pleading with me.

(Please, let me be your employee. I used to really want to work in an office, in front of a computer and in a room that had air conditioning. But, mom won't let me. I'm afraid of blood, I went to school with that major just the will of my father and mother. I'm forced.)

"Yeah, jeoneun CEOigo geu hoesaleul soyuhago issseubnida. Eojjaessdeun dangsin - eun wae geuleohge malhagi eolyeobseubnikka? Wae jeongmallo nae samusil - eseo ilhago sip - eo? Nal jug - il geongayo? Nae anaeleul jug - yeoss? Nae jib-eul tto pagoe halgeoya?"

I spoke a little loudly staring at the two of them. Then I felt a cold hand touch the skin of my wrist, Dara.

"Azlan deuga museun? Hanseol-ineun yeoleobun module wihae fashionun geos-eul pogyhaessseubnida. Ganhosaloseo geunyeoneun jeog - eun don - eul jibulhaessjiman bam neujgekkaji ilhaessgo jongjong bam 12 sie jib - eulo dol - a wassseubnida. Geunyeoui sanghwang - i maeu geogjeongdoebnida."

Hanseol's mother spoke up.

(Hey, I'm a CEO, I own the company. Why are you so hard to say, anyway? Why do you want to work so hard in my office? Are you gonna kill me? Killing wife? You're gonna destroy my household again?)

(What do you mean Azlan. Hanseol has given it all for the good of both of you. Being a nurse his salary is only a little, but his job until late at night and he often comes home at 12 pm. I'm very worried about his situation.)