Adagio |Risk Of Life|
Adagio 26's.

Wilson, the name he slipped at the end of the son's name just as a family name. In fact he chose the name John because he considered only himself entitled to his son. Joana stared out the window with her heart broken. He recalled John's words, recalling when his son said he saw a familiar figure, even if he thought it was the same man who was present twenty-six years ago in his life, at Hyuji's house. The girl who had been so touching and managed to attract his attention.

Another conjecture just appeared in Joana's mind. “What Hyuji is one of his three daughters?” he murmured, with a loud voice.

Until the dark memories of that night came back to say hello. Joana was weakly bowed when her heart was now completely in pain. His palms were clenched in front of his chest, his eyelids filled with tears that were ready to slide down at any moment.

“If yes, that means Song Min..”.

Not yet perfectly the sentence was uttered from his lips, the sound of honey John calling his name was attracting Joana's attention completely. Pulling back to get into reality where his feet retraced this moment—conscious, after almost twenty-six years had passed.

“Mother why?”

Joana did not turn her head, only slowly lowered her fist while arranging an expression when she heard John's steps getting closer.

And when she turned around, Joana's mind became more and more explosive when she found Hyuji's presence in this house without her knowledge. Successfully both manics are patterned, Joana's jaw tightened a little, staring nyalang at the figure of Hyuji who this time looked disinclined, disinclined, or even feel bad because the expression of John's mother changed instantly when she saw her presence in their residence this early.

“Why is he here?”

She's she?

Hyuji felt even more uneasy about his presence. Joana doesn't seem to like it.

“Ah, there is a little problem at home mom! So he stayed here last night!”

“Why didn't you say this to Mom? You know the risk of your actions?” joana jolt with a high soaring tone. His mind had gone awry, especially when he saw Hyuji who now looked to have a resemblance to Song Minju, his betel ex-husband.

Even John himself was surprised by the words he did not expect at all thrown by his mother. Too high to make John's personal must ensure the state of Hyuji who heard it.

“Bu, dia—”

“Step! And go home when you're done! I want to talk to you!” joana firmly after that left the two of them with a stiff body, especially Hyuji.

***

Time almost pointed to the figure of eight nights. That means John will be home soon and they will speak as they wish this morning. Joana looks anxious even though all this time she has never felt this worried for her only son.

Something rumbled in his chest. Joana is even busy sorting out words for her to use when dealing with John later. Or rather talk about the presence of a man who suddenly appeared like a ghost after disappearing for more than twenty years of his life.

A moment later, the bell rang. Joana rushes to open the door, and sure enough, John arrives on time. But the face implied in his son's expression did not look so friendly.

“Clean yourself first, after that eat! I've prepared it at the dinner table!” say it with a discordant tone.

Instead of obeying, John did not move from the gate. Joana stopped her steps and turned to look at the presence of the son.

John scratched the niche of his neck that did not even feel itchy at all. Her lips hesitated to ask, but her curiosity managed to make her vocal cords tremble. “Why do mothers talk rudely like that in front of Hyuji Noona!”

Joana was eager to throw a slap on John's cheek. But now was not the right time, he wanted to talk to John with a cool head. Joana sighed deeply, then replied. “Eat first, after that we talk!” the door again in a low voice while gently patting one side of John's arm.

Until everything has been done, Joana and John are now sitting side by side on the back porch of the house. Accompanied by the cold air slowly greeting the surface of the skin, Joana opened the conversation with a question. “Who is the surname Hyuji?”

“Song.“ replied John briefly, but was able to withdraw the entire attention of Joana. “Why bu?” continued John simultaneously linking the bead to the mother.

“Or mother, where she lives!”

***

For whatever reason, John never saw his mother like that. There was a flash of fear enveloping the mother's bead. John even wants to know more about why his mother now seems to dislike Hyuji, but their conversation ends after he tells Hyuji where to live. Yes, her mother just left after hearing Hyuji's home address.

John stretched his body over the bed, folding two of his sturdy arms as the base of the head.

“What's wrong with mom? Why does it look so strange today?” muttered John, biting his lips while staring at the ceiling of the room. “He looks unhappy with Hyuji Noona!”

Still guessing, until one thought seeped into his mind. “What because I made the wrong decision when I allowed Noona to enter the house without asking her permission first! Or..” John paused his own sentence, then hurriedly got up with the two deer beads that were perfectly patterned. “Oh, my God! Or did you see everything I did last night?”

A sentence referring to her actions to Hyuji that night. Smooch. Yes, although not sure, John thinks maybe that's the reason the mother looks full of angkara today.

“Arrgghh...” sigh John full of frustration. “How is this?”

John scrambled to scrape his mane that was still half wet, then condemned his actions once again. Really shit.

But it all didn't last long. John's phone vibrates strongly on the nightstand, one call coming in from his past, Clarisa. John's expression changed completely, he did not even expect that his former lover now dared to contact him.

Then, hesitantly John shifted the jump button on the display screen, pointed it at the ears, and heard a soft greeting in the air rushing in on his listener.

“John, how are you?! Can we talk for a minute?” []

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