The After 7 Years

Trying new luck

Right now I was sitting staring at the window, looking at the scene passed by the carriage I was riding. The seat next to me was empty, so I could move more freely. It had been an hour since the train drove and stopped several times at the station. The distance to my destination city is still far away, and until now the drowsiness has not come to me. I don't know exactly why, but maybe it's because my brain is thinking too actively.

A few moments ago, my mother asked me to go home to Seoul. He said he didn't want me to get in trouble for ditching work two days in a row. He did not know that I was no longer working and had a lot of free time. To be honest, I was intrigued to explain my condition to her, just because I wanted to keep her company for longer. However, after thinking about it for the second time, I finally decided to keep the matter a secret from him. At least, so that he would not have more of a burden of mind.

“Please take care of mom,” I said at the time to Jung Hee. “Don't let him work too hard, and .. always tell me about his condition!”

Jung Hee nodded then said, “certain. Nunna don't worry! I'll take good care of him.” I stroked her hair, then left the hospital.

Even though the boy was reliable, I still felt worried about him. Jung Hee has activities outside the home such as college and working part-time. For the next few days, the mother will still be in the hospital with nurses and doctors who routinely check her condition, but when she is discharged, she will be alone when Jung Hee leaves.

Should I be honest with him to keep him at home? No. gabe. I have to believe that mom's gonna be okay. After this, he would definitely be more careful of his own health. I'm certain. Reporting that I am currently unemployed is not a good thing to express at times like this.

I'm not sure when I'm asleep. Until finally, an announcement that the train had reached Seoul station sounded in the ears. As soon as the train stopped completely, I went straight out and walked along the platform towards the exit.

I stopped in front as soon as I realized my phone inside the bag was ringing. I hurriedly grabbed him and found Hae Soo calling.

“You where?” ask the man.

“Seoul Station. I just arrived.”

“Do not go anywhere, soon I arrive.”

“You're here?” many wonder.

“Wait for me, okay?” Then he hung up the phone.

Hae Soo arrived about ten minutes later. I got into the car and sat in the passenger seat and put the bag in the back seat.

“Did you come straight here after from the office?”

He nodded, then drove away from the station area.

 “Your mom is better?” hae Soo asked, looking briefly at me.

“Yes, it's better. Even though the doctor still hasn't allowed her to go home,” answered I turned my head.

“Thank God. If you want to go there again, let me know! I'll drop you off,” he said casually as if the distance between Seoul and Namhae was only one hour.

“No. Thank ye. Anyway that mom knows I'm working and ..”

“Weekend is not a holiday for all workers?”

“Iya, but ..”

“Tell me if you want to get there!”

“It would be better if I found a job first before going there again. After all Jung Hee promised to take good care of mom. He will also inform me about the development of the condition of mother.”

“Good, then,” the answer is short.

At the same time, I looked out the window. A bus stopped next to us at a red light. On the bus side, there was an advertisement for an online writing platform called Leafdream. Light green became the dominant color in the ad and a post read, “develop your imagination with us and achieve the dream of becoming a successful writer,” makes me quite interested to know more about the platform.

The sound of a horn was heard from behind. My focus on advertising is split. I turned towards Hae Soo. And apparently he was also daydreaming to the point of not knowing the lights had turned green. Hurriedly his feet stepped on the gas pedal to make the car go.

“You're dumbass?” my many.

“No. The car was just impatient,” he said evasively.

“Oh yes, do you know about Writerleaf writing platform?” my many.

“I think I've heard it,” he's trying to remember. “But ... where, yes?”

“Forget! I'll find it myself on the internet.”

“What do you think?” my many.

He's shrugging his shoulders. “I've never tried it myself, so can't give any comments. Why why anyway? You want to try writing there?” hae Soo asked to read my wish.

“Not yet know. Same as you.”

“As far as I know, the platform is indeed in popularity. If you are interested there is no harm in trying to put your script there,” he said with a little smile towards me. I think Hae Soo's words have a point, too. It never hurts to try to get my work in there.

After a night of thought, I finally decided to sign up for Writerleaf. The process was simple and no less than ten minutes, I was already registered as a writer on the platform. Just need to upload the work until I officially become part of the author community there.

Right now, I have a draft that is completely ready. Directly, I hit ‘create karya’ on the website. I need to include the cover story, the title, and a few other things including the blurb. It took me about two hours until I finally finished publishing the first chapter. Who would have thought that making an attractive cover can take a very long time?

I arranged for each episode to be automatically renewed twice a week with a Saturday and Sunday schedule. It will make it easier for me if I forget the update time and disappoint the reader if my writing ‘may’ is read by people.

Saturday morning I went out of the apartment in a jacket and sweatpants. Lately I feel the fat in my body increasingly disturbing appearance and inevitably I have to reduce it in order to be more confident. But unfortunately, when I just went outside I saw the figure of Young Bum who was walking with his son.

Where did they come from early in the morning?

To be honest, it would have been easier if I had re-entered the apartment instead of continuing on, passing by her while pretending not to know each other. That feels so awkward. And I hate those kinds of things. Unfortunately, as he was about to turn around to return to the apartment, his sweet son called out to me.

“Ahjumma!” His voice was loud and straightforward.

Obviously I can't help but understand it. Regardless of how bad my relationship with his father was created, this child is not wrong. So I should have been nice to him.

“Ahjumma stay here?” ask the boy. A smile adorned her sweet face.

I nodded quickly. “There!” I pointed at my apartment door.

“Wah .. it turns out Ahjumma our neighbor,” he said while shaking Young Bum's hand. The man's face looked flat with no expression. I know that he doesn't like me. But, can't she pretend to be a little nice to me in front of her son?

“By the way, we haven't met. What's your name?” ask the kid.

“Lee Yo-Han,” answered with confidence.

“A very good name. I'm Kim Kyung Hee,” I said introduce myself to her.

“What next time I can play to your apartment?” ask the boy. I glanced towards Young Bum. And he doesn't seem to like the idea. “Bby?”

“Boleh as long as you have permission from your father. Okay?”

“Oke.” He thumbs up at me.

Afterwards, Young Bum takes Yo-Han away. Enter the apartment and then close the door.

“I wonder ..”

“Gosh!” I said spontaneously to my surprise that she was suddenly beside me.

“Actually what's your problem with Mr Lee?” ask Hae Soo. His clothes now look like he's going to exercise. Black jacket as well as shorts, earbuds and a smart watch that is coiled on his wrist.

“Long story,”.

“Incidentally, we can tell it while running in the morning. Comeing! I was so excited this morning!” a wide smile was created from her thin lips.

“Practice me breakfast after this!”

“Agree.”

- To be continue -