Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The adagio 11

Feeling guilty, that was what Hyuji was thinking right now. After sending the message last night, this morning John applied for leave. I want to go on vacation to the beach, he said.

The atmosphere became very empty when John realized he was not in his flower shop. Buyers who came and went back never stopped asking the whereabouts of the young man to make Hyuji dizzy and almost dizzy himself.

Hyuji turned the phone lying on his desk. The small board hanging on the door was turned back into Closed.

A shadow of John's smile penetrated into the memory that in fact also missed the presence of the young man.

"Yeah..."

Hyuji took a heavy breath, he now stood up and grabbed the sling bag that was inside the small cabinet of the table, preparing to go home sooner out of boredom. Ah, or better he visit the food stall that he had visited with John a few days ago. His spicy chicken feet were delicious, and John didn't brag about it.

And here Hyuji is at five in the afternoon. Sitting among other school-aged visitors, he ordered two bowls of spicy chicken feet that were running out.

His face flushed red from the overwhelming spicy sensation, and instantly reminded him of the figure of John accompanying him that night. Grab a bottle of cold water on the side of the bowl first, then gulp it greedy because of the spicy taste that burns the tongue again.

"Is he having fun now?" he muttered expressionlessly, then put another piece of the chicken leg into his mouth.

Now his gaze was fixed on the cellphone that had accompanied him, no news whatsoever that John had sent for him. Usually, at least John would send a message just to ask 'whether he had gone to the flower shop because John had waited for half an hour more', or 'where', already', or even another random message that sometimes made Hyuji shake his head inexhaustibly about the young man.

His palm removed one of the wrapped plastic gloves, then Jemarinya tapped on a message application.

'Are you having fun now?'

Yeah, at least that's what hyuji would send if he had no shame. But in the next second, the message had already disappeared from the 'write message' column'. Hyuji clucked resentfully for not knowing what he should do, and also why he suddenly acted like a longing partner to his lover.

All right, this isn't him. And Hyuji stuffed the phone rough into the bag out of annoyance.

But amidst the soaring resentment, the phone he had thrown into the bag had trembled three times. Hyuji doesn't care. He just didn't want to re-type the message that he was going to aim for the annoying rancid youth.

Well, John that sucks— thought Hyuji.

***

John pursed disappointed lips. He had already sent a message three times to Hyuji but never once replied.

"Why?" ask YoonKi. "Achenhan?"

John nodded resignedly, raised one leg above the other and grabbed a glass of condensed banana milk juice.

"Surely he's busy!"

"No" said YoonKi sarcasm, who received a dislike look from her sister. "She must be thinking of an excuse to fire you!"

"Employment is still a hassle!" muttered softly full of YoonKi's sarcasm once again while putting a snack in the mouth.

John pursed lips forward—sebal. Then looked back at the phone display, opening the message he sent to Hyuji. A photo of the memicing he took from a side angle, and two messages asking the state of the florist, were ignored.

"Tomorrow I should be able to keep my distance to her, brother, I feel bad!"

"Well, if you want to joke, think about it! Who are you joking with, what is his position, Don't just talk as you like!" yoonki said as she shook her head staring in horror at John's pitiful expression.

"Haissh's..."

However, John again remembered something he had lost some time ago and wanted to share the story with Yoonki.

"I lost something, brother!"

"Since yesterday you said you lost something" said YoonKi coldly. "What indeed?"

"A photo!"

"Photo?" asked YoonKi, with a slightly wrinkled forehead—tortured, who then got a steady nod from her interlocutor. "What photo is it?"

John looked down, staring at his long fingers that were being linked to each other.

"Photo of someone I've met here!"

"So you secretly have a lover?" sergeant YoonKi, made John take a quick glance.

"Maybe... First love." she replied without hesitation, spiked with a sweet smile that showed the faint and subtle dimples she had.

"WHAT??!"

John was surprised to hear YoonKi's shrill voice. "Sister Yoon why the hell? It happened a long time ago!" John paused, now directing one arm over the table on the beach, then propped up chin circulating views staring at the rolling waves and racing to the edge.

"He was my childhood friend, and we made an appointment to meet here!"

YoonKi found the sincere expression she saw from John's eyes.

"I wish he could recognize me even without that photo when the time comes!

This spring!"[]