Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The adagio 33
John sighed heavily, threw his briefcase over the sofa, then slammed his body on the same spot that only a few months ago beautified their living room.
The pleasant aroma greeted the inhaler, he knew his mother always made a delicious dinner. But for some reason, John's tasteless tonight. His stomach was nauseous, and his head seemed to be spinning.
“You're home?”
The mother's voice momentarily attracted John's attention, staring at his beloved woman still wrapped in apron and put a large enough bowl that still reflects smoke with a delicious aroma that invites hunger on the dining table. Then, John again leaned his head that felt heavy on the shoulder of the sofa, letting out a long sigh. “Eummm...” he answered briefly while stretching the tie still wrapped around his neck.
The mother's steps slowly approached. John did not want to straighten his back even a little, the energy he had seemed to run out without rest. He saw the mother was rubbing both palms on the apron while cutting the distance with her.
“Clean yourself first! I've cooked seaweed soup and samgyeopsal for you!”
Ah right. Today is John's birthday. He only realized when the mother called the favorite menu that was always made by his mother when celebrating birth every year.
John just gave a warm smile to look at his mother.
“Quick, the soup will be cold!” tell the mother not to if John is wasting time.
Joana has turned around and is about to finish the kitchen work that is still not fully finished. There are still other side dishes that must be served on the table, but the heavy sound and tired son made a pair of legs that were about to swing forward was stopped just like that.
“Mother!” call John, sound sad.
Joana turned around, trying to figure out what her son was going to say, because John's face looked so tired and desperate. Joana never saw John like this.
“What's up?”
John himself weighed his sentences, sorting out the right words to convey the things he wanted to say. Then, one question came to his mind, was this worth it or not he told the mother? But everything needs clarity, and maybe, her mother should know.
“I met him today! Victor!”
Unbeknownst to him, Joana clearly knew who the son meant. Joana's pupils quivered, she did not want the happy event for her baby this year to fall apart just for reasons that should never have happened.
“Mandilah! We'll talk after dinner ends!”
...***...
The place John and his mother used to talk about things. The back room of the house, with a sweep of cold air, the noise of night animals, and the crackling of tree branches that shift each other because of the wind, and do not forget the sky, tonight is beautiful. The stars are very visible to the naked eye.
“Thank you for dinner ma'am, mom's cooking is always a champion!” praise John for starting the conversation. But Joana's view seemed empty, the maniknya just stared straight at the sansuyu tree that was quite old growing in their backyard.
“What did you hear from him?”
John folded his arms behind his head, laying down his body on a bed made of teak wood.
“Bu, first let's specify first, I have to call him what?” john asked with a heavy sigh.
“All depends on you!” joana replied while turning the gaze to the baby.
“Can I call him by what he should be called?”
Joana grabs John's mane which has moved into his lap. The manic of the son is so beautiful and pure.
“Alright!”
“But I want to ask mom first!”
“Say!”
“Since when did you know that my father, is Hyuji's father too?”
Joana gasps, MinJu must have said something to convince John to talk to her. Even Joana did not think that what she had covered so far was now revealed. It's true, as clever as anything to hide the carcass, the smell will definitely be smelled too.
“Since you said you saw the man at Hyuji's house!” joana answered flatly, without looking at John.
“What?”
“Why? You want to blame mom now?” cerca Joana, trying to figure out what John was asking her.
“Ibu—”
“What now are you going to hate me too?”
John's manic is heating up, he didn't even mean it. He just wanted to hear all the truth from his own mother. Whatever it is, even though John has bet it will be even more destroyed when he hears it later.
“Mother, I will neither hate nor blame mother!” Sela John when the mother was about to open her lips again on the sidelines of tears that can no longer be hidden. “I just don't want to if my feelings get any more wrong! Because I didn't know anything about Hyuji and Mom!”
True, Joana can't deny that John will hate or blame her after knowing everything.
“Hyuji does not get the affection and good treatment of his family! And dad says if Hyuji leaves and hasn't come back until now, after knowing all the truth that for all these years was grim!”
Joana turned to John, looking at his son's handsome face that looked frustrated. “I haven't even apologized to her, mom!”
Joana looked down, feeling guilty for not saying anything. Even hid her meeting with Hyuji back then.
“Then, I have to how?”
Actually, it was not that sentence that he wanted to make for the son. Remember John is the person he loves the most and does not want to lose the son.
Seeing John now bend and embrace both knees, Joana's heart slipped. John's disappointed heart was the biggest reason he felt scared.
“Mother, I didn't ask mom to do anything! But I just want to say that Hyuji is a good woman, and I love her, just like loving mom!”
“What do you mean?” joana asked with a frown and mixed feelings. His fear grew even more when he heard John's words.
John tilted his head, smiling gently with eyes that glittered with dew. “That's how I feel about Hyuji, before I know if he's my older brother!”
For a moment, Joana felt calm and breathed a sigh of relief for the reason that John gave her.
“For that, let me search and find Hyuji Noona for me to bring back with us!”
Joana slips. He never thought so, let alone staying on the same roof as Hyuji.
“I want to make amends to him!”[]