SILENCE LOVE'S

Chapter 1

The time is 13:22 GMT and the sunlight is not bright today. It's just entered autumn but why is it so cold. Some people were walking in a hurry while tightening up their jackets and coats along with scarves around their necks. The leaves of the Larch tree are now beginning to turn a little yellow on the side of the road in tandem with the oak tree that still shows its green leaves a little at the top, which adorns the city park in the middle of this narrow London city. I threw my body on the sofa of Luxious' cafe, with a glass of my favorite moccacino. I looked at the laptop in front of me with Word plastered there.

Blank.

Whiter.

I drank and sipped slowly. The stress I've been feeling lately is because my writing has not been finished and my editor started raving indistinctly from the phone since three months ago. While busy calming my mind with the bitter sweet sensation of a coffee, a ringing rang from my phone. I sighed and tried to build up my mind and mentality when I saw the name on the screen. It's been ten days since I tried to avoid her call, but this time I think I should pick her up.

Running away from a problem doesn't solve it, does it?

"Hello, Mister-"

"Md. Kim Sarah! Why so hard to call you? Where have you been all this time?!" shouted the man from across. Sounds frustrating, I guess.

"I'm sorry, Mister, I-"

"No news for ten days and a month off from work, huh?! You know my boss always asks you and your script that you haven't been able to write? You almost drive me crazy!" yell again.

I nibbled at my temple, "I'm sorry. Can I speak to give you my reasons? You always cut my talk,"

There was a heavy sigh from there, "Okay, I'm listening."

I'm back leaning on my body, "You know, Mr. Kelly, I'm running out of ideas for writing and I think I should take a vacation to London. I wish I could find an idea here. Canada looks boring to me now."

"But why a month, Sarah?!" he asked with a stirring emotion, "How do I explain to Mrs. Johnson's? You know that woman is so fierce!"

I smiled at the man who was calling me.

"I'm sorry again. I'll try to talk to Mrs. Johnson. You don't have to worry. After a month, I'll be back in Canada."

Mr. Kelly breathed again.

"alright. It's up to you as long as you're right to come back after a month off. Where do you live now? Did you tell your parents in Korea?"

"I'm well. I rented an empty house in elite housing. Landlord there is willing to accept tenants for a month at a fairly cheap price. I told them a few days ago" I replied smiling. The man looks angry but he actually cares. Lucky I had an editor like him.

"Send me your address so I can get there" he said.

"Wow, what are you doing here, Mr. Kelly?" I asked while raising an eyebrow even though I knew he didn't see it.

"Just make sure you don't get out of there" he replied.

I shook my head with a smile, "Just up to you. I hung up. I'll send you my address."

"Okay. I'll call you if I want to London."

I turned off the dialing line and sent my address while in London. Sipping back the opium drink for me, I looked back at the scenery outside in the hope that I would get an idea later.

My name is Kim Sohyun. My international name is Sarah Kim. Yeah, I'm a Korean who got stranded in Canada and worked there as a novel writer. Why don't I work in my own country of birth? Well, simple. My work doesn't work there. It's pretty sad considering how many times I've looked for a publisher who would publish my work. Until I finally met Mr. Kelly Hanson, the man in his early thirties, was willing to accept my work. We met at one of the publishing houses, he happened to visit his coworkers. Eventually, I was forced to move to Canada because of where I worked. Once a month I used to go back to Korea to meet my parents and my friends. Apart from being a novel writer, I am also a book editor.

The wind was blowing quite fast again and I saw the leaves start falling. Black clouds began to roll from the north of London, which was ready to spill its water when the cold had enveloped the atmosphere. I sighed after two hours I sat here without getting an idea. After my moccacino ran out, I decided to go home. Riding the city bus, I finally came upon a small road leading to the housing where I lived.

Stainford Housing. This place is quite fun because in addition to cheap, the place is also quiet. According to the landlord here, most people choose to stay here just because they are alone. Well, this place is nice, lots of trees and I see a small lake at the end of this residential street. It's just that, because it's old, the houses here look haunted from the outside. I entered house number 60, the temporary house where I live. This modern fusion classic style house has a level one, the place where my room is located.

Minimalist living room and minimalist kitchen is enough to make me happy because I do not need to bother to clean it. My hobby now is to break my body. Yes, I went straight to my room and went back to lounging on my single-size bed. Looking back at the ceiling of the room while trying to find an idea for my writing again, I was suddenly surprised by the sound of a car stopping in front of my house. Ah, not in front of my house, but across my house.

I peeked out of the window and saw an Asian-faced man get out of his car and grab a bag and a suitcase from inside the trunk of his car, then get into the house. Is he a new tenant? I think yes, because before the house looks lonely and indeed no one inhabits it. I secretly smiled a little and I hope he is a Korean citizen. I was tired of speaking English for a year living in Canada.

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"Soyun! I hear you're in London now, is that right?" the sound of a typical girl waking up from a bluetooth earphone perched in my ear. I'm making kimchi right now.

"Why don't you just go back to Korea, huh? You're such a bitch," she said, which made me laugh.

"I'm bored in Korea, too. I just need a new atmosphere for my writing. My editor was angry because I never sent him the script" I replied.

Yoojung, my friend, sighed heavily from the other end.

"Alright, alright. It's up to you, just be careful you're there" he said.

I smiled, "Oh yeah, how are things in Korea? Any developments? Lately I've rarely seen my phone."

"You know what, Baekhyun? The singer said he was vacuumed from the entertainment world. Ah, even though I idolized him so much, why did he choose a vacuum?" the answer. Yes, the girl idolized a figure named Byun Baekhyun. I don't know which one, only I hear he's very handsome and sweet and his voice is nice. While in Canada, I rarely followed the news in Korea because of my job as a book editor there that made me have to overtime almost every night without being able to open the news on the internet.

"Oh so. I think he's resting. Just wait, surely he will work again," I replied. The kimchi I made was done and I took off the plastic gloves I was wearing to make kimchi.

"You're making kimchi?" yoojung asked surprised me.

"Heol, how do you know?!" myrag.

"You always make kimchi with plastic gloves, Sohyun. You never used that thing other than making kimchi" Yoojung replied again. Ah, he really is a friend who knows me very well. Well, we've been friends for a long time.

"Daebak. You're really great. Hey, I ate first, it's late here. What time is it there?" my many.

"Here at six in the morning. All right, good dinner, Sohyun. I'm just asking you how you are. I want to sleep again," he said.

"Eoh, okay!" I answered and the phone line was cut off.

I'm ready for my dinner. Only fermented white rice and mustard are spicy. Well, I could have bought another meal, but I still love my money even if it's just one pound. Making kimchi in large portions could save me a month in London. Suddenly I remembered the man who occupied the opposite side of my house. I think he's the only Asian guy in this house and I have to say hello to him. I also put kimchi in a small lunchbox as a souvenir. I don't know if he likes it or not, but at least here's what I can bring for him.

I walked to his house and pressed the bell. There's no answer. I went back to sounding it and before long a man came out from inside with a face that was. uhm. He is quite handsome because his Asian face is very thick, only his hair is colored with a whitish yellow color. Blonde. He was wearing branded clothes and looked neat. My nyaliku had a moment to shrivel but I tried to be friendly.

"Hello, Mister. Introduce me Sarah Kim, your neighbor. My house is across the street from yours and I think you're Asian" I said in English.

He still looks at me. Soon a voice came out of his mouth.

"You're Korean?" ask him in Korean. Like getting the jackpot, I immediately raised my eyes and smiled wide.

"Nde, ah! I'm Korean! It's a pleasure to meet you in London because I'm an Asian myself in this housing estate" I replied.

"What are you doing here?" tanyakanya. I was surprised by the question. How cynical!

"Ah.. This, I brought kimchi for you. As a token of introduction," I replied as I handed over a small box of kimchi I made. He looked at what I was carrying and looked at me, then he sighed. Oh, come! This guy sucks. Can he smile at his new neighbor from the same hometown?

"I don't usually accept strangers' gifts. And again, I don't like kimchi" she replied with the most annoying face I've ever met. Heols...

I just fell silent and my smile slowly faded.

"If there's nothing else, I close the door."

Blam it!

The door closed tightly in front of my face. I clasped my lunch box tightly and I snorted. Just this time I met a Korean guy who sucks like that! He wouldn't even introduce his name to me. It is impolite to refuse the giving of others so blatantly! Is he really Korean? Do Koreans not like kimchi?!

I stomped my feet and went home. Tomorrow I won't say hello to her again!

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