Beautiful Goodbye
CHAPTER 13: The Uninvited Guest

   Black ink is free on paper. The ringing sound of the tip of the pen wafted out within the void space. Moving squiggly scraping following a flat row. The woman's finger-hunting won't stop writing down everything in her brain closet. His diary is almost full of intricate graffiti that no one can decipher its shape. It may be abstract, so absurd as to be merely in the digestibility of human reason. He called it art, art is free and loose. There is no limit in creation, if there is .. it is not art, but a taboo rule that is deliberately set up, whether by whom, he does not want to know.

     An hour has passed, but the hand is not tired of dancing to hold the kalam that made the lover of the hand. For him who used to press thousands of piano keys in one song, of course, doodling a layer of ink on paper is not a big problem. Because that's the way it is, if it's not music, books, painting tools, then the choice falls on the writing device in his leather bag.

     In the midst of the lateness of the girl in drifting away her masterpiece of recklessness. The clattering of feet, the pounding of the silent classroom floor. Someone who always finds him secluded in the music room. He's Kim Yeri, his friend. The woman came, taking a seat next to Sohyun who was focused on the new plain sheet.

      "You're back too."

     A statement of relief came out from Yeri. How not, Sohyun finally went to college again, after four days without showing his nose on campus. Their school schedule is not daily. They take college in the morning, three days a week. And Yeri can only meet Sohyun while on campus. Besides, there's no other chance. So he was very grateful God met him with the popular girl.

     "Did you miss me so much?" Sohyun spoke as usual. As if nothing happened between them. While the one asked was downcast with his face overwritten by compassion.

      "I'm sorry before" he said slowly. "I'm sorry for the bet Jungkook made. I'm sorry, I should have told you, not kept it from you, Sohyun..."

     "Do you love her so much?"

     His eyes were suddenly drawn with an unexpected question. "Ma...you mean what do you mean to ask like that?" Her voice swallowed, Yeri felt her blood rustling violently. He forgot that he was now dealing with Sohyun.

His friend easily knows his lies, so it is not impossible anymore, if Sohyun also knows his secret.

     "There is no need to answer if it is heavy, after all I already know," Sohyun closed his diary while cleaning his stationery.

     "I'm sorry I accepted. But—Yeri, there's one thing I have to tell you, I think Jungkook has already said something to you. Please keep the events you know about that night a secret. Even if you're not there, try to keep your mouth shut. Including their failed bets."

      Yeri was silent, but immediately nodded when she saw Sohyun's friendly smile appear. He was still absorbing what had just been thrown from Sohyun. The silent woman very easily forgave herself, although she was well aware, her actions were not justified.

      "You can keep my secret or expose it, it's up to you."

      Yeri reflexes shook rapidly. Feeling that Sohyun thought he was starting to have doubts.  It's just that Yeri is confused. Then ask so carefully. "Are you from a rich family?"

      Sohyun folded both hands on the table, smiling faintly at Yeri's curious look. "Do you think I look like someone?" Sohyun asked back. His smile changed enigmaticly.

      Sontak Yeri judged Sohyun's appearance. Shoes even his bututu bag is almost damaged, so far is the main appearance support Sohyun. No one knew his friend's true identity. Just thinking about ten million won money left him shocked to death. It was not a small amount for a Sohyun who had never even been seen eating in the cafeteria. People think that Sohyun has nothing. However, it was not something that was impossible, it could be, all this time the woman in front of him was pretending.

      "Yerin..."

      Sohyun called his name. Kontan he looked.

      "Do you really want to know who I really am?"

     Sohyun's voice that sounded calm but deadly it actually added to his body's trembling. Yeri seems wrong to ask questions, so as to lure Sohyun. Could this be the end of his life? In the hands of the sohyun known psychopath?

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   In a stuffy prison. Some prisoners were sitting there waiting. Scrambling benches full of convicts who have long been terrorizing me. Two, three people were busy chatting, sprawling the distance between other humans. Not unfamiliar, it is better than a riot if they are given access to angry wrath.

     Among the dozens of inmates, there lived a man who stood alone on the left of the actual unfilled bench. There was still empty space for him to sit down. If only the murderous gaze of the two, the three people who were conversing did not curse sharply at him.

      "It's your turn!"

       Gelegar firmly guard officers on the figure of a middle-aged man who had been standing in the corner. He was the man who had been silent since, observing the closed door with a cold face.

      The man stepped arrogantly with his cynical gaze, he deliberately directed at a group of people who were looking at him dislike, more precisely the inmates who since the beginning of the files.

      "Look how he looks at us? I think I want to throw it in the trash!" comments of one of the prisoners.

      "You're not afraid of him? he went to prison for killing people!" timpal's friend next to him, whose arms are covered in dragon-figure tattoos.

       "Surprisingly he never fought back when we beat him," The man with the head of the plontos hoarded up, he once beat up the man they were talking about.

      "What's the point of talking about that guy. Better think of a way to escape this rotten bui! said the tattooed man made his partner not budge anymore.

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       Musical accompaniment blends together to form a symphony orchestra harmony. Dozens of students who took music classes today seemed serious about playing the musical instruments they held according to the scale printed on the sheet in front of them, no exception Sohyun and Yeri who were sitting apart.

      The teacher acts as a conductor, standing in the middle of the pulpit while swinging a small stick in his right hand like a professional orchestra leader. That's Mr. George, an Austrian-American, settled in Taebaek, specifically to teach at Gangwon University. He also served as the principal composer of the Sibellion orchestra.

     "Stop!" half is screaming.

     The music is cut off. The hall room turned silent. All who play musical instruments stop their play. As if to know what is the basis, because the main dismissal of the classical melody. Kim-so-hyun's chat. The woman in her chair. Expressionless, Sohyun immediately advanced forward, towards Mr. George tapped his pantofel shoes on the floor. Waiting for him with a serious hue on his masculine face.

      "I feel sorry, sir..," he said apologizing.

      "Focus, Sohyun! Why can you play the wrong tone? I know you are very talented in music, in this class you always excel. But remember, I don't want our show to fail. End of the year, I want everything works perfectly!"

      Sohyun nodded to hear a firm sentence from his guidance counselor who was considered a perfectionist. "I will not repeat, this is my last time!" sohyun reassured. Looking confidently at Mr. George.

     "Place your cello and play the piano! You will replace Chanwoo's position."

      The bespectacled man who had been sitting in front of the grand piano, stood up immediately when his name was called. From behind his glasses lens, a happy twinkle and a slanted smile painted on his lips, looking at Sohyun who remained standing with a flat gaze.

    Without a sound Chanwoo walked towards the bench in the third row. The place Sohyun had occupied had now moved to him. His hand immediately hugged the violoncello, holding the bow dangling from his right leg. Jeri, who was behind him, nodded. It is no secret that the man did not like his position as a pianist and wanted to be a cellist. At first glance Sohyun glanced at him for a while, then sat down in front of the black piano, preparing to play Franz Liszt's song, entitled Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2 by still enduring the pain that made him not focus on concentrating since.

    "We start all over again, raise half the tone and follow the guide!"

      Mr. George turned the page on the previous page. Glancing at all the students for a moment and then began to sing his cane up.

      Everyone focused on the song. Like a real concert, the music hall resonates, the slashing tones of the piano clink, violin friction, alto violin, cello, double bass, to the bass counter play together. Percussion tools, hit, and blow did not want to lose, adding to the dramatic nuances created. Occasionally timpani instruments are played, followed by a soft sound from basssoon and brass.

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       Yeri was sculpted outside the music hall, since the disbandment of the class. Her brown obsidian was fixedly watching the wooden door open, waiting for someone to come out from inside. Long wait, his curious self peeked, seen Mr. George was in a tight conversation with Sohyun, just the two of them. After the orchestral rehearsal was over, everyone was allowed to leave, except for the girl surnamed Kim. I don't know what is being talked about, Yeri hopes Sohyun doesn't get into trouble from the notoriously fierce and assertive man.

    For a long time, Mr. George came out with his bag and his books. Passing Yeri who reflexively bowed just like that. That's George's temperament or Georgie's familiarity. Eleven-twelve with his favorite disciple, Kim Sohyun who today did not escape a strong reprimand from him.

      Yeri snorted for a moment, and the next second, following the teacher's exit, Sohyun slowly walked out of the music room. Immediately his feet sped up, approaching the seemingly uninspired Sohyun. His left hand seemed to be holding his stomach.

       "What's going on?" search in between their journey down the campus corridor.

       "There's nothing to worry about" Sohyun replied as he showed his smile. "He said I was chosen as a pianist for this year's orchestra" he explained.

        "Seriously?"

        Sohyun nodded at Yeri's question. "Chanwoo seemed to deliberately make his game not develop and suggested he choose me. It just so happens that I also lack concentration and the effort works now."

      Yeri began to understand. His hands clenched firmly if he remembered Ryu Chan Woo's irritating expression. "Good, wouldn't it be that by being a pianist, all eyes would be on you?"

      "But I don't like it when a lot of eyes look at me."

      The girl fell silent, then replied, "Is this why you didn't tell me your real identity?"

      Sohyun smiled, continuing his path. Yeri who felt ignored walked quickly after Sohyun.

      "You don't want to answer my question?" he said he was blocking Sohyun's move.

      "I'm afraid someone will hear it." His eyes glanced to the right. I feel like someone has been watching them since. "Talk we got here, I gotta get home early."

       "But—"

       "See you."

      Sohyun breezed without giving Yeri a chance to speak.

      The girl sat down on the empty bench beside her, staring away at Sohyun who had not changed her attitude. He still does not believe that Sohyun is the daughter of the owner where he studied now. Almost all residents of Taebaek know who Hwang Yoon Eun, but not many know his personal life that the businessman kept secret from the public domain. Although Sohyun blatantly stated that he was only an adopted child.

      "It looks like Sohyun has forgiven you."

      His head looked up, finding Jungkook already standing nearby. Now he understood, who Sohyun meant, apparently there was a stalker trailing them. Jungkook should know nothing about Sohyun.

      "I'm asking you, Kim Yeri!" Jungkook reprimanding.

      "As you see. Our relationship is fine. Sohyun is not the vengeful type you think he is. Sohyun is definitely different than you, Jeon Jung Kook!"

      The man was disturbed, feeling Yeri's remarks demeaned his dignity. "Tck! Now you really look like your friend. Your tone is boring!"

      Jungkook left without hearing Yeri speak. Leaving the girl alone, who continued to look at her with nanar.

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      His sharp vision is precision, correcting every note that goes into his e-mail mailbox. There are already dozens of files Taehyung received today, dozens of meaningless, because actually the documents he needs to check have an uncountable number and will still continue to grow at any time. Really, hard to be a director, his imagination was too high slowly blurred. There was no time for Taehyung to be a relaxer. Half the day is spent just struggling in front of the desk, the rest go around, lead meetings, travel, or most often meet clients who often make appointments.

        Scratch of stiff fingers. Looking up while softening in his swivel chair with bulging cheeks. Taehyung began to saturate the routine that no one wants to run out. At a glance, the shadow of Sohyun's face was covered. Take over his attention.

       Fallen longing terribly nelansa Taehyung feel. Forgetting that they are merely tied up with the rope of friendship. It was as if Sohyun was the lover of his heart. Taehyung went crazy thinking about it. That's not true. Straight away, he remembered his conversation with his brother. This morning at the dinner table, he carefully asked Jaehyun about the incident last night. What would make his older brother so drunk in the store. Taehyung did not hesitate to ask about Jaehyun's relationship with his friend, who did not get an answer. Yeah, his brother was like he was avoiding his chatter.

       "Excuse me!"

       Exterior calls blur Taehyung's adventures. Instantly he was dragged to return to his real world, hearing the voice of his secretary kicked up into his shackles.

       "Lake in!" let him in, let the man in.

       "What's wrong?" ask him to Sangwoo.

      "Someone wants to meet you."

      "If he doesn't make a promise before, you can turn him down."

        "He said you knew him. A woman."

        "Woman?" Taehyung. Stuck out of his chair. "Did he tell me his name?"

      Sangwoo shook his head, "You just meet him in the lobby. This is the first time I've seen him in this office."

     Taehyung quickly exited the room. So far there has never been a woman who came to his office at work hours like this, what else said Sangwoo, the woman knew him. Taehyung began to assume, if that someone was Sohyun. Sohyun was the only woman close to him, nothing else.

       So impatient, the man in the rank of the main director did not hesitate to hit many humans who blocked his path. Run excitedly down to the ground floor. All due to guests arriving suddenly without notice.

     Taehyung arrived at the lobby. Some of the people who passed by him bowed politely to her. Not heeding all the greetings, his eyeballs were busy circling, looking for the figure of a woman who wanted to meet him.

     "Kim Tae Hyung!"

     His body froze as a female voice called out his name.

     "Taehyungdo..."

     Feeling no response, the caller walked over to the nailing Taehyung, reluctantly turning to look at him. Now they face each other. Shocked and disappointed pictured enveloped Taehyung's face dimming from his binar. Not what he expected.