The Old Love

new surprise

I had a hard day, I didn't want to work at the company anymore, the good news is tomorrow is the weekend I can lie down and sleep in my bed, I'm so lazy to see her again.

"Huh, it's true that my house is the best" said I tore down my tired body.

Suddenly the sound of a cell phone destroyed my silence enjoying a beloved soft mattress.

A text message from the Finance Devision chat group.

"Tomorrow we'll party at the Chairman's wedding?"

"Of course, Mr. Chairman we're getting married when I've been queuing up to be his wife,"

"Jenie stopped imagining,"

"Hahaha Jenie, Jenie Mr. Chairman don't want to be the same you know!,"

"Haha,"

Short some text messages.

But wrapped in a text message that has not been read.

"Hyuna, tomorrow accompany me to Mr. Chairman's party" a new text message came to me.

It turns out my friend Nami always bullies me.

"I'm not interested" I said in a message.

"Well, don't want to know just accompany me, I'll pick you up," a reply message came in with my phone.

"Ah, Nami you don't know how I feel, huhh," I muttered.

I slammed my body again into the bed, it's true it wasn't my friend's fault because I didn't tell the truth, I had to attend the wedding, my mind was dead-end, my mind was dead-end, I better sleep and calm her down.

"Haaaahhh," I complained.

This morning the sun was shining brightly, the heat coming through the slit of my window, the warm air covering my morning, I felt today might be good.

"I'd better go jogging, I haven't been out breathing clean air for a long time" I said excitedly.

I went down the stairs, walked out to the door with my training pants and a t-shirt with my hair that I pigtailed so as not to get too sultry as I ran.

From the sidewalk to the field I put out energy to run, occasionally I breathe fresh air in the morning, from afar I see a breakfast cart that is already crowded with visitors.

"Well, there's a long line, but I'm hungry" I said.

I was forced to queue in order to fulfill the desire of worms in the stomach because they protested loudly.

The queue went well as I got closer to my success, I finally ordered a sandwich and yogurt milk to reconcile my stomach contents.

"Yeah, I'm going to eat eventually" I said happily.

It turned out that my ridiculous behavior had been seen by a man from a distance.

As I looked at him the man walked up to me, I wondered why he was looking at me with such a strange look.

the man began to approach.

"Jung Hyuna?" he asked me.

"Yes, who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Park Yoonji, glad to see you" she said to me.

"Huh." I can only blink my eyes because I don't understand.

"We'll meet again later, see you later" he said as he left and waved to me.

"What was that? ah I don't know," I'm the indifferent one.

I started eating my breakfast, and ran back to burn my food fat, until he got home, my father was waiting in the living room chair.

"Well, Dad why? is anyone sick" I asked my old father.

"Hyuna, I want you to get married, son, I don't know how long you'll be with me" my father said in a soft tone.

"Well Dad, I'll get married if Dad tells me to," I replied.

My father just smiled, and I couldn't bear to hug him, I hugged him tightly.

"Well, thank you so much for taking care of me all this time," my inner self who wanted to reveal it all.

"Well, Hyuna take her to the room," filial service I can do.

I did say that to my father, of course I will do it for my father, but either later I can accept the man or not.

Starting at night, from earlier my phone kept ringing, I was actually lazy to lift it, because my only friend was definitely going to make a fuss about the party.

"What." I answered picking up the phone.

"You ready? I've been to your house" replied Nami, my friend seemed very excited.

"No, thank you for coming home" I replied.

"Ish, don't want to know quickly dress up and go with me, or I fire to be my best friend," said Nami seduce.

"Oh, fine fire it, don't forget the compensation," I replied adding.

"Ah, basic! hurry I'm almost home." Nami's last words turned off the phone.

I threw my phone away and went to take a shower, even though I was like that to my friend, but I also found it hard to resist.

The doorbell rang, I knew it and I came down, before I came to my father for a farewell.

"Well, Hyuna went to the office party, yes, I take good care of myself, if there's anything you call Hyuna" I told Dad.

My father only replied with a nod.

I opened the door, and saw that my friend was already staring at me with a creepy smile.

"Hyuna, you are my best friend" she said, hugging me.

"Stop it or I'm going into the house again!" I threatened.

"Well good, let's go, yuk" he said excitedly.

We headed to the wedding, Nami who was driving next to me with a piece of jazz playing in the car.

Finally what I hated, we arrived at the party building, of course we entered the event, although many guests were only journalists and employees from the office.

My eyes that have been going around looking for the whereabouts of the bride, as far as my eyes see the bride I can not find.

"Hyuna, let's go inside just in front of the door" Nami dragged me in violently.

And also Sojoon I also did not see her, although it was a relief for me not to see the man, I don't know why I was sick too.

Friends all enjoying the show with the dance, I just sat down and drank my drink.

Suddenly my shoulder was patted by someone from behind.

"Jung Hyuna" he told me.

I looked up and saw who had surprised me.

"Huh, you?" I said in surprise.

He is Park Yoonji the man who met me this morning at the bakery.

"You also came here Hyuna?," he asked familiarly.

"Why did you come here yourself?" I replied as well asking.

"Hyuna you're so funny, why do you always answer my questions with questions," she said, "I said we'd meet again, no, but I didn't think so soon,"

"It doesn't seem like that's my question" I replied annoyed.

"Oh, this is my sister's wedding" Yoonji replied to me.

"What!," the surprised me, "stop dealing with the Park family, Jung Hyuna!," my upset inner self was also shocked by this situation.