Sweet Story In Spring, Trouvaille

Skinny and Compact figure

"Are you okay Joelin?" ask Mickey in your heart.

 

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Medan city is quite crowded although not as crowded as Jakarta. On one side of the highway, the figure was walking under the hot sun. Not infrequently he moved his hand rubbing the sweat that flooded his face. One of his hands was busy punching a plastic bag that seemed to contain some vegetables.

The small steps then stop at a building whose front reads receive boarding children. Sighing deeply he stepped into the building.

"You just got Joe home?" ask a beautiful-looking man to the girl.

"Yes. How long have you been here?" joelin asked seriously while looking at the man.

"Are you wondering so ha?"

"Your language is like a real Medan." Joelin smiled a little.

"Ah, at least I can see your smile again. Hehe.. Sana go in, rest your face like fatigue is not strong I see it." said the man with his style.

"Eh Dion, you know. Not yet the night has relapsed. Son do not follow Dion ya." said Joelin amused by the behavior of his friend.

"Haha... It's in there. I want to work, just step in again." said Dion while glancing at the clock that is circular on his wrist. (*if curious who Dion is, he was Joelin's coworker before going to Korea. You can read part 1.*)

Joelin walked down the corridor of the building, away from where she had talked to Doni just now. With a careful movement he climbed the stairs towards the second floor. The woman stopped in front of the door at the very end. After opening the door Joelin stepped into the 4 x 4 room.

Joelin's room is very simple, a medium-sized bed, a small closet and a bathroom inside. The hostel occupied by Joelin is fairly priced cheap cukuo, in the kedung there is also a public kitchen located at the end of the hallway each floor. The three-story building is inhabited by dozens of boarding children who are busy as students and workers. Joelin can stay there with Dion's help.

After cleaning himself Joelin immediately sat down casually on his bed. But suddenly the woman ran to the bathroom, and spewed out a clear liquid. With Joelin's weak body back to her bed.

"uh.eh..kek her new child is pregnant deh."

"you don't talk to just any coi."

"didn't you hear that nauseous voice from his room?"

"yes I heard, maybe you catch a cold."

"i've often heard him nauseous. Where there's a catch of that sesreing wind. His face is still young. Is he a college chicken? or maybe her boyfriend keeps her behind."

"Don't talk carelessly. Hurry up you walk a little, I'm too late."

Joelin sighed at the sound.

"The door should have been locked." he muttered as he stroked his stomach which began to look full.

There were no tears running down her cheeks.

"Tomorrow the day after tomorrow there will be more people who accuse us like before, you don't hear bad words like that, baby." Joelin spoke softly while stroking her stomach.

Still with her tears Joelin rushed to check one of the handbags located inside the small closet. Joelin took out a savings account from the bag.

"Still less, you are patient. Mama will work harder and diligently, so we can meet Appa" said Joelin with a vibrating voice while looking at the nominal money in his bank account.

Joelin kept back the passbook and the bag, then grabbed a small book and carried it to her bed. The girl was finally busy writing something.

*For me to go home is to be back with you, no matter how much I have to lose.

Poor girl like me does not have any strength to chase you, the cost to your residence has, again the skill to win your heart.

But, Appa I miss you. I just want to see you and stay with you.

Love, though,

Joelin*

 

After spilling his heart Joelin fell asleep with a swollen face due to crying.

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"Mr. please drive slowly." Mickey asked the taxi driver.

The driver then lowered the speed of the car he was driving.

"from where?" ask the driver.

"Hotel"

"I mean, your country."

"I'm from korea."

"On vacation?"

Mickey simply answered the question with a shudder, smiling bitterly.

"Whatever your problem, I hope everything can be finished soon" muttered san driver.

Mickey who did not quite understand the meaning of the sentence he just heard could only nod while circulating his pamdamgam out through the glass of the car, hoping he could find traces of Joelin. But for a moment his concentration was distracted by a call.

Goedan's calling, man,

Mickey stared at his phone briefly, then immediately answered the call.

"Mickey I found the address." said the voice across there sounding relieved.

"You're sure, send it to me right away." Mickey replied impatiently.

"Where is my position now?"

"I didn't know I was taking a taxi."

"All right, I'll send you the address. Show your taxi driver.okay?"

"Thank you Goedan."

Mickey immediately disconnected the phone call. Within seconds, a message entered his phone.

"Sir, take me to this address." ask Mickey.

The driver nodded in understanding, and with a definite move he drove his car, taking Mickey to the address on his phone.

The taxi driven by Mickey finally stopped in front of a cream-painted and iron-fenced building. After getting out of the taxi and paying his fare, Mickey looked at the building.

"Can anyone enter?" he murmured in the heart.

"Hi oppa.." Some of the girls who passed by and out of the building greeted him. Mickey is a little uncomfortable, if all the girls here can really know him from Korea just by looking at his face.

For almost half an hour, Mickey was still standing in front of the building and walking to and fro. He wanted to enter, yet was very doubtful whether directly barging in was a good thing or not. He wanted to ask, but was too afraid of the sharp views of people as if to skin him, plus the overly friendly attitude of some people who immediately greeted him oppa made Mickey feel uncomfortable.

"How is this?" ask Mickey to yourself. He scratched his head which was not itchy at all.

kreeeeek-sounding morning the iron again rang, a sign someone was opening it from the inside.

Mickey slightly lowered his head, afraid that he would be greeted again. But with the tip of his eyes he was still watching the figure who was struggling to open the door.

The iron fence opened slightly, from the inside poking a head, followed by a body that looked thin and frail. One of his hands was holding a plastic bag. With long strides Mickey approached the figure and immediately hugged him tightly, before his tears spilled.

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