Beautiful Goodbye
CHAPTER 23: The Existence

      Sohyun did not mafhum, abstruse guess what kind of life path he would go through tomorrow. On a blurry tomorrow is senseless. Even today, it is difficult to try to be as strong as usual that he played. From day to day, slowly began to look her shrunken figure filled with wounds. Sohyun was still silent on the man's wide back, letting himself be carried away, bari sniffed deeply in the mixture of bergamot, amber, and neroli scent that was attached to Taehyung's body. The friend saw it all; saw the hidden side of himself. Taehyung didn't say anything to her. Sohyun was afraid of making a riot in the young man's brain, which he knew he had managed to make a mess of it as well. Minutes ago, without a fight, Taehyung forcibly lifted his body from the wheelchair, carried it outside Jaehyun's room and sturdy—enggan spoke up to this second. Can't be evaded, that now the guilt is stirring in his sad heart.

      Taehyung kept going, his steps were constant, ignoring how pairs of eyeballs were staring at him full of signs of wonder, especially at the woman in his arms. Honestly, fucked up his mind. All the words that were heard imprinted his feelings.

      "Where do you want to take me?" In the end, Sohyun had to ask, because Taehyung was walking, but in the opposite direction of the room he was treated, Taehyung took him outside—away from the crowd of the hospital.

       The man stopped his foot. Throwing a small smile while glancing at the bewildered face attached to Sohyun's white face. "Somewhere."

       Although the answer Taehyung gave did not relax his confusion, Sohyun just according. He didn't want to make any more of the mood swings of the man. He sat beside the steering wheel, his sapphire eyes watching the rush to the left side, rushing to start the car, to a place that Sohyun did not know the address.

       Travel is quite time consuming. Again, Taehyung had no intention of telling the woman next to him about their direction. Sohyun reluctantly asked, but lied, because now he began to be attacked by acute curiosity. Kuriosity Sohyun crowed. For him this journey felt far away. An hour in the car, during that time, the rows of buildings had been swept aside by rows of dense trees. Not the route to his house on the hill, nor the road uphill to their secret garden—more and more distant than he thought.

      A few minutes later, they arrived. Kernyitan Sohyun tetiba appeared neatly lined up on his forehead, seeing the appearance of a simple building before his eyes. A small church on the outskirts of the settlement. His head turned to the left side, looking at Taehyung's brown iris with a soothing glow. As if knowing what was now running his thoughts on Taehyung's purpose brought him here.

       Sohyun quickly got down from the car assisted Taehyung who was not tired of being by his side. The man painstakingly and very carefully supported his frail body which was only clad in thin skin as a wrapping of his bones.

       Taehyung leads Sohyun into a quiet-looking church, secluded beneath a rural valley. I don't know where Taehyung knows this place. For a Kim Taehyung who has been living in the land of people for a dozen years.

       Not much different from the atmosphere outside, in the church there is not a single creature, there is only a row of long benches facing the empty pulpit. Sohyun can tell her, it's almost midnight, prime time to rest and Taehyung takes advantage of the opportunity to bring her here, leaving Soyoon alone in the care of the private nanny.

      They sat on the front row. Side by side with finger crabs that close to each other. Sohyun was staring around him. Her tears were free-falling, with lips shakes that could not say the word. The clear liquid line from him was enough to explain how he felt right now.

        "Nothing is impossible, Sohyun. We still have God," Taehyung opened his voice, just as Sohyun did, his oniks paying attention to the sign of the great cross before his eyes full of joy.

         "You can't give up. I will pray to God all the time for your recovery. Here I want to tell you, if you don't fend for yourself," he continued clasping Sohyun's trembling fingers.

       The girl was getting harder and harder to spit words out of her mouth.  He was not the usual Sohyun, everything was blurred, leaving him ashamed before God. No more himself pongah with jejal pretense. She was Kim So Hyun who was what he was. Without any artificial masks lining her flat skin.

        The girl's eyes were tightly closed with the fists of both hands tightly clung together. His heart was broken, his heart pounding along the prayer he was reciting in the church. Taehyung chose to keep his distance, away from Sohyun. Watching the girl sit solemnly with spiritual activity. Not knowing what Sohyun said, Taehyung was unable to hear clearly. Only, the two shoulders of the girl moved up and down, indicating that Sohyun was crying.

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       Face brightens. Sohyun felt relieved when he managed to express his complicated grievances before God. Maybe not all, his lips were silent every time remembering his past days that he considered gray. He also realized, even without the need to speak at length, his Lord had understood, more than he who was still myopic knew himself.

         "Have you felt better?"

         Sohyun turned his head, eliciting the heavy voice of the man walking over. Embarrassed his head nodded while smiling in agreement. "Thank you."

        "Thank you only?" welcome the witty Taehyung, he sits next to the woman. Pay attention to Sohyun's bright hue.

        "You want me to answer how?"

        Taehyung stumbled into an amused laugh, reaching out to wipe Sohyun's legume mane. "Just smile like you just now and don't give up again."

         Sohyun's long breath was airborne again. Banging on Taehyung's bead eyes spiked hopefully. Taehyung said, just smile and don't give up. Is that really enough for him? Sohyun properly boasted a smile, again and again. He really feels better than before. One of them is Taehyung. A man who does not show the look of pity that he hates, Taehyung still treats himself like time ago. Although it can not be denied, how to feel in the depths of Taehyung's own heart. It is easy for one to second-guess, but, is the guess right according to the reality?

          No one knows about anything that flashes in the minds of other humans, Sohyun admitted, he often suspected and only dared to speak with his tone after thinking quite hard, racking his brain which is said to be awarded an above average IQ. He still does not know, perhaps .. With that ignorance, he keeps himself from being prejudiced.

        "Next time, we'll come here. Meet Sister Elizabeth, and Sister Yoo."

        The girl nodded her head in agreement. Taehyung had told me a little about the sisters who lived in the dormitory near the church.

        Taehyung met Sister Elizabeth by accident, while in the hospital a few days ago. As she cried on the roof alone, in the middle of the night breeze. The middle-aged woman as her mother approached her, dressed in the identity of a nun. Giving advice and instructions to him who is inflicted by nestapa. Until finally encouraging Taehyung to visit the church and took the initiative to invite Sohyun to come here.

         "Tae ..." Sohyun called out.

         "Yes?" taehyung responded quickly, looking forward to stacking the syllables out of Sohyun's tiny lips.

          Sohyun let out a long breath, his face water turned sagging, with a hand knot attached to the surface of Taehyung's palm. "Can you just take me home?"

          His face frowned, Taehyung expected his shadow to be misheard. Sohyun said, "I don't want to go to the hospital anymore."

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      At exactly twelve o'clock in the evening, Taehyung's car landed in the spacious yard of his parents' house. From the front of the door, Jaehyun waited. His feet snapped at the floor, leaning against the main right pole.

        The young man who had long been waiting for his arrival got down from inside the car. Before long, Sewon and Haeyoung emerge from behind the door after hearing the roar of the vehicle. Stropped toward the youngest who frowned in confusion.

        "Where have you been, Taehyung? We've all been anxious since yesterday, please don't be like this. At least give me some news." Sewon can't calm down. As a mother, she was very worried.

         "What if there are still people who will intend evil on you? You certainly don't want to make Sohyun sad, do you?" father chimed.

         Taehyung who was asked questions of his mother and father smiled in half. The rest was a biting pain in his little heart. His parents had not known about Sohyun's condition. He and his brother kept it a secret.

         "You guys take it easy, I've made sure the people involved with yesterday's case are caught. Last ... There was a sudden affair with Commissioner Jung."

The family had a little chat, before resting themselves. Because it was late at night, their parents went to the room, perhaps to sleep, because of their excessive anxiety, since they were awake in the middle room, waiting for the return of their second son.

        Now, there were Jaehyun and Taehyung who were looking at each other in the opposite chair. The unfriendly look was given by Jaehyun who was still upset, because Taehyung brought Sohyun running away.

         Feeling that there was nothing to talk about anymore, Taehyung gurgled from the sofa, ignoring the presence of the older brother who looked at him with care.

          "Where did you take him? Remember Taehyung ... Sohyun needs care—"

         "Sister," Taehyung interrupted, facing Jaehyun. "Sohyun will be fine."

         Jaehyun clearly did not easily believe it. He knew very well what the severity of some diseases that had long gnawed Sohyun's body. He was angry, as if Taehyung underestimated the condition of Sohyun who could collapse at any time.

           "What are you guys doing exactly? She's not okay, Tae. Don't you know, that girl is dying?!" Both of his hands pulled on Taehyung's clothes, clutching tightly until crisp.

          "I may not know how severe his condition is right now. I'm not the doctor, I'm not the brother, I'm just a friend who believes that Sohyun still has hope" Taehyung whispered.

         "What did Sohyun tell you? He must have done it again, right? Say something!"

          Taehyung gave a thin grin. Stretch Jaehyun's hand from his collar. The look in the eyes of the older brother made Taehyung senile.

         "You can't hide it from me" he said softly. "You like Sohyun?"

         Taehyung's sullen clauses seemed to be reminiscing with Jaehyun's heart.

        "That's ..." The man started to shake.

        "Although Brother didn't say anything to me, I could feel it. Different looks. Several times I kept watching him every time you looked at Sohyun."

        Jaehyun was stunned on the spot, staring at Taehyung's face that was no longer innocent. It was as if there was a cut on the red skin of her cheeks. Taehyung quickly passed from the side of Jaehyun who was stunned not saying a word. Jaehyun was only able to be bowed down.

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       Bizarrely. For Sohyun it feels magical to be able to sing with Yoon eun who does not want to take off the smile that knit meets the face. Moreover, to Han Woojin who had been inexplicably since when to stay at home with them. Sohyun felt like he had a real family. There was a mother, a father, and she was part of the ration of being a child. Amusingly. Should she now play the role of a princess who is sweet and obedient?

        There must be something going on between them, unfortunately Sohyun has not been willing to find out. He was more preoccupied with a puff of fruiting food smoke in front of him. Acrobatic dancing with the wind.

         His return last night was rewarded with Yoon eun's shock. Sohyun will not forget it, forgetting the funny expression of the mother who rode behind the door with a large bag containing clothing straps. Yoon Eun cancels her intention to go to the hospital.

           "Do you feel better?"

          Sohyun looked up, while the heavy voice Woojin asked kindly approached familiar. It automatically interferes with the activity of looking at food on the table.

        "I'm always nice, the people around me are always acting too much."

         Woojin laughed discordantly, his hands raised with the rods of his fingers scratching at the back of his head. Clumsy, he's shy—feel wrong to ask questions. Yoon Eun, who was sitting next to him, unhesitatingly nudged her legs and said, "Come on Sohyun, it is like that. You have to be patient with Sohyun's attitude."

        Sohyun smiled faintly, reluctant to press. Its essence is only on the whining food to be immediately devoured. The woman seemed to feel like she had not stuffed her stomach with food for a long time. As a result, the two people sitting at the table with him only became nothing more than spectators. For Yoon eun, there is no one happier to see that her Sohyun has returned. Even so, he had to restrain himself with the annoying behavior of his adopted daughter. He had made up his mind, to mend his relationship with Sohyun. Ignoring Woojin's thick bewildered look flooded per inch at the corner of the man's face.

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       There were three requests from Sohyun. Like a child who had just won a gamble, the girl invariably, gave a new offer to Yoon eun. He wants to end it all. Peace with time to heal the wounds he made. Woojin has returned, and until now his mind has not been willing to make an absolute decision. Sohyun never thought that today came sooner than he expected.

         The previous desire seemed to decay and then disappeared. He forgives Yoon eun. Moreover, after hearing Han Woo Jin's explanation that sneaked into his room yesterday afternoon. Sohyun lost his ability to grudge, himself once said, if he is not a good person, because he cannot be polite in front of people older than him (Hwang Yoon Eun). Sohyun could only laugh at her form now, nothing more than a weak girl dying. Just waiting for the end, he thought, if Taehyung did not encourage him last night, maybe today he will plan something different from what he is doing now.

        Sohyun's first request was quite simple: he wanted to go to college again.

        Weeks of no news, and skipping many classes, was enough to weigh him down. Sohyun longed, longing for the stern look directed at him. Either now, will it be the same as last time, or is it different from what it is now?

        From behind the glass window of the car, Sohyun sat peacefully looking at everything that was presented before his eyes. The net is sparkling to see a group of people out there, enjoying the first snow that fell. The autumn is over.

        Jonghoon who never absent scanned Sohyun's gelagat smiled in silence. The man can guess, if the mood of his employer is good. He was able to see the different auras emanating from Sohyun.

        "Focus on the streets and stop watching me, Uncle." Sohyun made a sound without turning his head, while his gaze was calm, leading to the side of the street that started to turn white with rice.

          The man's body until tense, free to behave normally, Jonghoon realized his actions were excessive. More shamefully, he was found out.

         "I'm sorry, Miss," she later regretted.

        From the outside, Sohyun may seem indifferent and disrespectful to his interlocutors. But Jonghoon knows better who Miss Young is, who often cares though secretly. They are mute in private discussion. Silence came with the passage of time, in front of the building began to look warehouse that used to be used as a signal, a sign for Jonghoon to stop from his duty to drive. Jonghoon looked back, to see Sohyun, should he stop or continue the path considering the condition of Sohyun is not the same as last week.

        "This time just do it, I won't be mad at you."

        As if to understand the contents of Jonghoon's head, Sohyun gave his rarely spoken permission without the slightest hesitation. He will come as Kim So Hyun, no matter how the eyes of those who are definitely preparing to strip him.