MY LOVE BLOSSOMS IN KOREA...!!
Chapter 16 (Korea... I'm dataaang!!)
Unlike the most mature figure among them, Ji-Sung. An adult male dressed in an office style greeted me with a warmer-than-air look in Korea. Her smile spread all over her lips. So sweet.
He looked at me with a look like he had known me for a long time. I can make sure I know him first. He was older than the others, later I found out that he was already three heads. He looks younger than his age.
“Ji-Sung-ah, can you take Ricka home first? While we were going to Mr. Downyk is celebrating his wedding anniversary,” Om Shoni told the figure I call Brother Ji-Sung.
(the call -ah is a call commonly used in South Korea located behind the name.if behind which vowels are not -ah but -ya)
“Mhian Appa. Uncle Park and I had a meeting with a client who had just arrived from Japan. Emm... Did Yoon-Jin not go home right away? How about you go home with Ricka?” said Brother Ji-Sung while throwing a glance at Yoon-Jin.
(Mhian\=maaf)
It looks strange to both of them. Like not a sister's gaze to her sister.
Yoon-Jin who was playing her phone was surprised to hear her name called. “Yaa…! Why did you shift your responsibility to me?” the question seemed to not accept.
“Because I think you can accompany Ricka tonight!” kak Ji-Sung's tone of voice confused me in interpreting it.
I was in a difficult position. “Just the beginning has been troublesome like this,” whispered me in the heart.
“Om... Its alright. I'm coming with Om and Aunt.” I walked closer to Om.
“Don't Ricka, you must be smitten if you come with us.” Om Shoni looked at the two men who had both refused to deliver me.
“OK... Tharrawa!” there was a voice of a man named Yoon-Jin while walking past his other family.
(Tharrawa\= follow me)
I walk behind him. This man in front of me even from behind the charisma he has is so powerful. Unlike the men I know in India.
Ah. I'm like I've seen it. Yeah, I just remembered it. Yoon-Jin faces eleven-twelve faces with one of the Korean drama actors. Yes, it is very similar! I am also a cherry in my heart. To the point that I didn't see him stop in front of me and I accidentally hit him from behind.
“Aw..!” I shouted while stroking my forehead. “Haisssh... mhian Yoon-Jin,” I said slowly while confirming the broken poniku for hitting his back.
(Mhian\=maaf)
He just kept quiet, with his eyes on me he told me to get into the white car. The car runs into a street that is all foreign to me. The road is so bright and so neat. Right and left are writings that make my eyes curly. Hangeul letters that I can't read at all.
“I definitely look stupid myself here,” grumble slowly.
The car is still speeding. I don't know how long it will be at Om Shoni's house. The air outside is very cold. Luckily, Wisnu gave me a thick jacket. I clasped the sleeve of the jacket considering that a few hours ago I was still in Indonesia and gathered with people who knew me. Right now, I only know Om Shoni. The others are not so familiar. Especially with Yoon-Jin, the coldest man outnumbered the coldest temperature in Korea.
He still uses his headset while occasionally tapping his fingers in the steering wheel. The atmosphere between me and Yoon-Jin was very stiff. But maybe not with him, because he looks very enjoy listening to music from his phone. While me? I was just leaning against the window. There's nothing I can enjoy. Since I was only in Korea for a few minutes, I missed my Indonesia.
