
"HAHAHAHAHA"
"BRAKKKKKKKKKKKK!!"
Along with father's explosive laughter, the sound of plastic bowls falling echoed in this room.
The noodles in it scatter, along with the noodle soup that spills into the floor. I shuddered because the one who dropped it was Euna.
"Eerrrr... Sseuleojio"
("Eerrrr... Falling") He muttered while picking up the scattered noodles. Lothawat! I could be killed long ago!
"Dad! I even laugh! It's a real danger! He's on a hunger strike I tried!" My protest at my father's unrelenting laughter was heard.
Euna put her bowl in the dishwasher and cooked a new noodle. He ignited the gas and started boiling the noodles in a small pot.
"Hahahaha, you're a hell of an oon! Sister's own time is locked outside? hahaha"
I just stared at the phone flat. It feels a bit like how to say oon same father himself.
"It's your fault. So you have to take responsibility! Let her be Mi Kwan Hae's son, your mother. Clearly his behavior is similar. If father is in your position, father will be questioned as well as your mother. A week instead."
I was quite surprised to hear that. Means you also often experience things like this with Mom.
"Yes yes. She looks a lot like Mom." I'm lirih. I saw that Euna had finished cooking and returned to the dining table to eat her boiled noodles.
"Hey, Sham." My phone calls distract me.
"Did you miss Mom?"
My mouth is not even open to answer. Only the rumbling sound of the telephone connected us.
I know, dad knows. Us both.. Error, I mean the three of us really miss mom. Our happy times, those fun times. It just felt like yesterday passed.
And the only reason father immersed himself in the busyness was his sorrow that had not yet disappeared due to the departure of Mother.
"Father kangeeenn very same Mother. If he's still around now maybe not. yes Dad was scolded for leaving you guys gini?" Her voice is heavy. I'm sure to say it all reveals the scratch back wide open. I prefer to keep listening.
"Dad feels like a bad father to you. Left everything just for work, missing time and thoughts just for the money that can't even save Mom to stay with us.."
"Dad......!"
"When our prayers are not macems right Sham, Euna? We just want to keep going. Even if you had to split up because of death, you didn't expect it to be this fast."
My body was inflamed, guiding my fingers in clenching. My nerves are suppressing all my unstable emotions.
"Had Mother been by our side la..,-"
"DAD! ENOUGH'S ENOUGH! I DON'T NEED OUR CRIES!"
For the first time I screamed loudly at my parents. My breath was stifled realizing Euna was looking at me sharply, like she didn't like it.
But suddenly he shifted his gaze quickly and went back to eating his noodles.
"Because.. I am even more unhappy to see my father as he is now! We really need mom! We miss mom! But that doesn't mean our lives are over because he's not here anymore. Wouldn't it be better if we tried? Praying it? Let me just relax and watch us there." My breath finished my sentence.
I don't even care about Euna looking at me like much else. Maybe for him I was b"the trash that disturbs the name of his dead mother.
My only thought was one, I had to save dad. He was our only parent. If you leave us, even when we can't see it. Where should we dock?
My father's words hit me completely in freezing.
I heard the middle-aged man sobbing, my dear old man crying because of what I said to him. Am I being a bad person now?
"No, Dad. Dad is not wrong. We just need to renew our lives. Our mindset. Sham wants to start tomorrow I'm considering opening a branch here. I'm sorry, but Syam doesn't know how to be a child. Same with old people. Noncompliant. Syam only wants a father to hear the request of a child who has never even demanded anything from his parents."
He was silent, waiting for my lips to speak again.
"It would be better if Dad was here. There's Euna who still needs a father. And I should know...." I lowered my voice and smiled.
"She's so beautiful like Mom." I could not hold back my tears. There's no reply from across there. Forcing me to nail my feet and pensively in the corner of this household.
"If you knew your son was this big, you'd be happy. I'm proud of you, son. Sorry dad for being wrong all this time. I'm completely lost my mind, because I love your mother so much. Well, I'd consider opening a branch in Cirebon. And for you, Sham. Take good care of your sister. Dad's got a trick to keep him cheerful again for a while."
"Trik?"
"The prize should have been up by now. He asked my father to buyin from yesterday. Think of this as an apology to your sister."
"Did? What reward? Sent here now?" I looked towards Euna. Seeming he was just stealing glances at me, I saw a faint smile he was hiding from behind his lips.
But it seemed that his smile was not aimed at me. Sucks.
"T-SILLY!!!" The doorbell rang several times to wake us up. Any guests? Very tumbent, I thought.
"Well, yeah, yeah, yeah. I think there's a guest." My speech. While Euna had already left the dining table and hurriedly went out to check on her.
"OKAY. Say an apology to Euna."
After hanging up the phone I immediately followed Euna forward. I saw some people from the delivery service come carrying a big box wrapped like a gift. I was astonished to see Euna curled up in excitement.
"Yahoooo!!! Hey Hey Hey, ige... Nae seonmul maj - ji?"
("Huaaaaaa!!! Hey hey, here's... My gift, right?") He asked excitedly which made the courier of the item scratch his head not understanding.
I rarely see that laugh. Grrrr, in his house like killing me, my mind is upset.
"Who are you, sir?" I approached them.
Euna turned her face in front of me. Reluctant to see me. I just shook my head.
"Oh, it's Mas." The courier took off a paper attached to the gift and gave it away.
Not yet in my hands, Euna snatched the paper and read it. The brownish iris rolled quickly through the word-for-word contained on the paper.
He smiled and threw the paper away. I picked up the paper and read it.
**This gift is an apology for....
My daughter:p**
My brows twitched realizing a sentence of 'Daughter' and 'code emoticons tongue blistering'.
My father, a moment ago, was swept away in a sea of tears. And now, as if nothing had happened, she gave a gift to one of her children. What grieved me more was, What the hell is an emoticon? I know it was meant for me!
Seriate..