Another Winter
the Another Winter 50 (End)
If you look back on the meaning of a father's feelings, John may indeed be a beginner. However, he could even feel his heart ache when he saw YeNa crying in front of his eyes some time ago. He thought, maybe that's what Hyuji's father felt in the last few years when he disappointed Hyuji. John is really sorry.
Ended up on a small bar table in his new home, accompanied by a bottle of liquid as red as blood poured in a tall glass. John knew he didn't like the smell let alone the taste of the drink. However, all the feelings that returned to shackle his heart made him forcefully gulp the Wine through the throat.
His gaze was straight at the glass that was almost empty before him. The sensation of heat and the brain that is not able to think clearly, only dizziness that is getting crawled up, and also nausea that is increasingly raining on the stomach. John laughed alone in his laughter.
"Congratulations!" the first words he spoke after several hours of sitting glued to the high chair in the small bar. "Congratulations that you've ruined your own life, John!"
John is deeply moved.
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John's head feels heavier, and he has unknowingly awakened in the room shades of gray— his favorite color. John blinked as someone opened the matching colored curtains. Tasting to sharpen the view on a figure who has dared to disturb his comfort behind a thick blanket in the cold season.
"Bye, Son! Why are you interrupting my sleep!" said John was upset while writhing and raising the blanket to cover his entire body.
There was no answer, only the sound of steps being heard knocking on the floor, circling the bed where he lay until John could feel the bed bouncing gently.
"Leave me Son! Go to the cafe to check things out! Who knows you could find a beautiful woman you can marry and you can sleep with!" jonathan whirled behind a blanket that covered all parts of his body.
There was no word whatsoever, the bed bounced back and the sound of the room door was heard curling. John again comforted himself and continued his sleep because he still felt the effects of the wine he gulped last night.
Until John was forced to reopen his manic when the phone on the nightstand vibrated strongly. Even crunching annoyed at being distracted.
John's palm stretched out to feel and look for the whereabouts of his phone, then rubbed the display without seeing the name listed. The voice that appeared was familiar to John's ears, even he already knew who was talking from across.
"Are you bothering me again Son?"
"Your cafe has many visitors! Apa—"
"Later, I'm not feeling well! And also—You were chatty once today Son? Why regulate and disrupt my sleep! sucks!" cerca John snapped a little, annoyed that Son had interrupted his sleep twice, today.
Son was silent, maybe he was thinking hard about the words thrown by his boss.
"What do you mean sir? I just contacted you now, after checking the state of the cafe! And I'd like to report if your cafe has a lot of visitors!" it was clear from across the Son with a still confused intonation.
John gasp.
Wait for.
Didn't Son come to wake her this morning? After all, only Son memorized the passcode intercome number of the new house. If not Son, then-who?!
John got up violently while shaking off the blanket. He ended Son's call unilaterally. It can't be that everything that happened this morning was just a hallucination isn't it?
John glanced at the room curtains, and it was completely exposed. John leaped roughly from the soft mattress, picked up clothes scattered on the floor, and walked quickly to the door to check the state of the house that felt wrong. Someone other than Son could just walk in? John was worried that a bad-meaning person was eyeing him.
A hesitant step succeeded he set through the corridor of the room to reach the middle room, because from there john heard the sound of television flashing. The view is foreign not like the house he occupied for several days.
But, there is no one.
John grabbed the remote and shut down the telenovela show from the overseas channel. John shuddered in horror, the fur of his romance successfully bristled.
Oh no, he really did not like the effects of the wine that caused the delusions to be even more unreasonable. Even he opened the curtains, and forgot to turn off the television—he thought.
This is no good. He thinks starting tonight should stop sipping the strange-scented drink.
John rubbed the neck and turned around to clean himself. But what was in front of his two neutrals really made his feet fixated in a tremendous shock. Even this time he felt the delusions were getting more and more absurd.
The bead encapsulates Hyuji standing in a white bathrobe with a roll of towel over his head. John gnashing. Right and left to be sure, trying to regain consciousness.
John jumped from where he stood. His heart seemed to fall slumped to the bottom of the stomach when something considered a shadow was able to invite him to talk. A moment later, John scratched the faint temple.
"It's cold for your breakfast from the hotel, so it's up to you where you want to eat!" hyuji said as he unfolded the towel in his hair, then gently rubbed the wet mane in front of John.
O God. Thank goodness it was just a nightmare.
John forgot, they were both overseas for their honeymoon as he had planned. Even they both had time to drink wine last night, then they—
"YeNa called and looked for you!"
Right, he just went alone with Hyuji. Both.
John rubbed his face rough. He returns grateful that the shadow of his father and his separation from Hyuji is just a dream. The nightmare John hoped would never happen.
At once, John stepped closer to Hyuji who was still busy with his wet hair. Grabbed Hyuji's small waist for him to circle a hug. Kissing the moist nape of soft Hyuji.
"Good day baby! I almost forgot we were here!"
"You're too drunk John! You also treated me harshly in bed!"
John laughed crisply. It feels so happy.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again! And also, you were so pretty this morning!" praise John on Hyuji's figure while again linking the lashes and inhaling the fragrant aroma that emanates from Hyuji's fresh body, which is now staring at John from the side of his right shoulder.
"You seducing me?" ask Hyuji seductively. "You even cried in your sleep, what did you dream of last night!"
John shook his head, hiding the nightmare from Hyuji. "No, I only dream of being chased by a ghost and I can't run!"
Hyuji gave a small smile that made John grow weaker.
"Basar crybaby! Never show that dream cry in front of YeNa! He'll scold you with a thousand questions, or you'll be laughed at worst!"
Of course, she would never cry in front of YeNa. He will always be a strong and strong man in front of his daughter.
"Then—" John paused his words. Staring at Hyuji hesitantly, then dipping at Hyuji's side glance. "—give me a friend too! That's adorable! You already have YeNa! So give me one that's like YeNa too!"
The two netra sayu looked at each other. Hyuji knew what the man meant.
"A son!"[]
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