The Gem of the Land of Ginseng

episode 09's

Euna Pov's

"Bwklutka!!" I slammed the door of the room hard enough. His voice was enough to make anyone jump in shock.

Eits, don't blame me. That guy started it all. Who wouldn't be mad if a girl like me was told to wait outside for that long? Ani-ani's! (No-no!) I don't want to talk about my politeness right now! It's just the outrageous!

"Ouuuhhh!!!!! I told you from yesterday!" I stiffened my jaw so much. I threw the bag recklessly, along with the gray sweater I was wearing.

With a goiter face I threw my all-around body over the soft mattress. Huaa, so tired! Until the house has to be locked up.

Abaghfirullah, although I don't like the personality of men but among all men I think he's the most annoying.

Eh? Did I meet a man? Is my school specifically female? Well, teacher and secretary? They're on the list, right? Ah, he's the worst!

"Hmph! Eoliseog - eun."

("Hmph! Stupid.") My hiss with bulging cheeks.

Because the room was dark enough, I opened the window. Since my room is on the second floor, and most of the people's houses are not level, then the refreshing view is slightly visible at the end of my eyes. The orange sky is filled with birds floating above the air.

"The atmosphere will be sunset, yes." My thin lips spoke slowly.

I let the wind blow slowly on my hair. A comfortable sensation was immediately felt when my skin was buffeted.

Not wanting to linger, I took my foot to the dresser. My hands were resting on the surface, as my gaze was busy staring at the disheveled face reflected behind the mirror. So screwed.

"Yes.. But.. Oppa, how come there's no apology?"

I bit my fingertips, my mind came back to shake off the negative things that might happen later.

Now my hands begin to comb my hair that dangles irregularly. Hmm, should I cut a little? It seems a bit long.

My friends say Korean hair is nice. Umm, but I think they're lying. When I wake up, my hair is always me. Uh, is everyone that? Hihi, I slept well!

Not my two friends. Ih, let alone heard from Sarah, Linda who was sleeping her legs everywhere!

When I started to do my hair. My eyes caught a small frame beside my bed. Seeing him I fell silent, then a faint smile fell on my lips.

I approached her, and I could see a picture of a baby being held by a beautiful white woman. I can see a happy look on his face.

"Abeoji.."

("Dad..")

My lips twitched when I said that word. My fingers touched the glass surface that coated the photo. No, rather touching the picture of a handsome man who looks dignified with a suit wrapped in his body.

His face was charismatic with a charming smile. Daihan Hae, my father. Died at the age of thirty-three.

I can't remember what happened, because I was very young at the time to know. But all I know is that dad's cremated ashes were the last thing I saw.

Although my memory is still faint, but I have never seen such a depressed mother in her life. After that Mom tried hard to live out our needs, but I don't remember ever being taken by her to work. Maybe I forgot? uhh, geugeos-eul mandeul su issni? (Uuh, what can you do, right?) I really don't remember what happened next.

Wellh, even so, judging from wherever they are a matching Korean couple, right? My mother with her natural beauty, and my father with indescribable prowess. And it's inherited from me, the princess just the way.

Not arrogant, but even though I was born in Seoul, I am the original descendant of Mi Kwan Hae, the great-grandmother of Hangug.

Hihihi am I overreacting? But really, even among other beautiful girls the surrounding residents still praise its beauty.

My smile shifted when I saw another picture framed beautifully next to the photo.

Haa, I remember exactly when and where this location was taken. This was the first time my mother took me to Indonesia after she remarried. And this angle was taken in the yard of the new house that my stepfather bought after he sold his old house.

Don't ask why he sold his old house. Maybe a new mood? I don't really understand.

("Yes beautiful mother")

This is my family now. My mother, Mi Kwan Hae, was still with us. Laughing in my father's arms.

He was my stepfather, Satria Purnama. An Indonesian man who successfully proposed to my mother after a hard struggle. Not with pseudo persuasion, but with an unyielding attitude after several times rejected by my mother.

Of course, it's only been a while since my father's death, according to my mother. Hence she was difficult to accept the presence of a man to enter into her heart.

Now, when we became a whole family, my mother followed my father to heaven.

Last year, he died in an accident. I don't need to tell you how I destroyed it at that time. I don't even want to remember that incident anymore.

Under the feet of the happy couple, two children were busy with their own affairs. A bad boy and a girl who is zholimi.

Just look at how he looks when he runs after me! How horrible!

He with a stelan full of mud carried a bag full of earthworms. Do not equate his hard efforts and unyielding (looking for worms) with the efforts of the father when proposing to mother. That's different. Much different.

And I who is a younger sister can only cry saying ‘Abeoji! Abeoji’ because ‘that person’ intends to throw the worm at me. That's what kept me away from him.

He's very naughty for a kid his age, and b*doh. B*doh I don't mean he's stupid on the academic side. I mean, his behavior is ridiculous, and severe in reading situations. I don't remember what brought me back close to him.

Huahh, Oppa huh? When was the last time I thought he was cool?

I looked at the face in the photo. It's been a long time like that.

My mind was spinning, pulling the trajectory of the events that were residing in my head.

"Well, if you remember that time....."

A smile was engraved on my lips when I finally remembered that moment.

It's been about a year since we first met. At that time I was still doing my home schooling. Umm, maybe when Oppa spent his first year in Junior High.

*flash back 5 years ago

"*Hey, Agi. igeo gwaenchanh here?"

("Hey, honey. Is this really okay?") Ask my mommy my dad.

"Yes, honey. No need to worry. Inget ya Syam's. Because now you are Junior High You must take care of your sister. When you're done playing, don't stop by anywhere first. Directly home. It's afternoon. You understand, son?"

"Hm-mmm.." My brother replied while nodding.

"It's his pocket money I put on the table huh."

"Hm-mmm.."

"Chicken, jal deul-eola! eomoniwa abeojineun jeongmallo geogjeonghago iss - eoyo."

("Sham, horrified! Mom and Dad are really worried.")

"Nee-kiss, Eomoniga. Ahaehayo-ihaehayo!"

("Yes-Iyaaa, Mother. I know-I understand!")

I giggled amusedly considering the person who was piggybacking on me at this time, a moment ago had refused with his sleepy face.

He was still in bed and covered his head with a pillow. Peeping from behind, the experiment is still the same, bored face with small pursed lips*.

camsunged...