Beautiful Goodbye
CHAPTER 29: Angan Bayan
Along the way from various small pieces of her memory, the woman is more moody, tends to look slender after the initially foggy space of self-consciousness, made clear to nothing closed. All the flashbacks in the time that passed caused a trace of the needle. Yoon Eun did not realize that the flow of her life was passed by dirty ways. A path that does not even deserve to be called human. Too full of ugly stains, Yoon Eun knows, well aware that until anytime. The shadow becomes more and more it will always carry him to death.
Once upon a time, he was forced to retreat backwards, far too far to see the entity itself in a flat mirror. Like the symptoms of depression in general, the nature of aggression, fear, anxiety to an overabundance of emotional levels burden him. Things that Sohyun also experienced because of his actions. He was tormented, more and more times bipolar he had mastered, and the easiest way impressed instant do by venting it on the body of a teenager who was then overshadowed by fear of death. Continues and cannot be stopped.
This time, his conscience won. Yoon Eun defeats her alter ego. Giving her the widest amount of space for herself as Hwang Yoon Eun. Already many times, he secretly went to various acquaintances of psychologists, therapists, to psychiatrists. The last was a German hypnotherapist, whose goal was one, to be free and lead a normal life. He wants to be called Mother. (Hopefully this works).
Suppose, he was given the opportunity to fix the old grievances, Yoon eun would have taken it without much thought, but the wishful thinking was like popcorn that had been expanded, he said, explodes in a grill. There's no way he can come back. It seems impossible to repeat.
Back there, Woojin's figure stood watching his wife's silence. No fuss, making a noise with household appliances like the ones he saw in these weeks. The big house he was looking at seemed empty. Sohyun also did not show any form. Rushing Woojin sauntered, putting his briefcase on the table, closing in on the dreamy Yoon eun in the dining room chair.
Hearing the sound of a long step moving closer, the woman spontaneously twisted her body. Surprised to see Woojin already in front of him.
"When have you been here? Shouldn't you be home in the afternoon?" Ask Yoon eun.
"My business is done. Anyway I want to take a leave of absence after this."
Yoon eun to squint to form a line, the article Woojin is still in the stage of studying at the company before replacing his position and now without notice will leave.
The man laughed crazily, his laugh creased around the circle of eyes, he understood Yoon eun's astonishment, then his hand stretched out to chop his wife's shoulder as if he wanted Yoon eun not to think.
"Being a father" Woojin explained.
Yoon-eun is increasingly silenced to see the happy hue on Woojin's face, the look she always shows in front of their late daughter, Han Yeo-jin. Which may have long since disappeared adorning the man's face.
"Is he not awake yet?" Woojin asked, looking around the still quiet surroundings.
Yoon Eun regained her senses, then said, "Oh, since last night Sohyun has not come out of his room. After all it was highly unlikely that Sohyun had not yet woken up."
"He missed dinner again?"
His head was so rough. "I'm actually worried. Lately his attitude is awkward, as if there is something he deliberately covers." Loyalty envelops Yoon eun.
"I'm going upstairs, maybe he's up" Woojin agreed.
The woman immediately stepped towards the second floor, to where her daughter was. Yoon-eun did not refuse, if now his chest rumbles boisterously. In every swing of his legs, a thrilling feeling enveloped his heart.
Getting hit hard inside there, when a pair of legs had stepped on the front floor of Sohyun's room. No need to knock, let alone touch the doorknob. Yoon Eun is convinced that the woman who likes to shut herself in the room knows her arrival.
"Sohyun, did you hear Mom? Come out, let's have breakfast together?" First sentence. Routine sentences that he used to say saban time visiting the owner of the room.
Not having to wait long, the door that was locked from the inside finally opened half, revealing a girl who looked messy.
"Yoot!" Yoon Eun's eyes turned a glint watching Sohyun's appearance from top to bottom. This is first for him. The mane that is always neatly arranged looks tangled, similar to being crawled many times, a few strands twitching in the clothes of Sohyun masai. No less surprising to him, when red stains dry out imprint on the clothes.
His right hand trembled, casually grabbing a face of anguish before him. "You don't look good. I'll call Dr. Kim ..."
Sohyun shook his head, a sign of rejection.
"No need, Mom. Excuse me. I'll be down in a minute, Mom, have breakfast first. I'll catch up later. I'm better, just need to clean up, then go to the dining room." Sohyun thought, His mother will understand his understanding, even though he strung the words in a dense sentence.
"Tree .... I just don't want you to see it." Sohyun dropped his shoulders, as did his sagging gaze to the lowest point. "Please don't cry on my doorstep again like last night."
Yoon Eun's pupils widened, her tears overflowed, plunging over her cheeks, down her chin before falling with a slippage in her chest. Sohyun knew it very easily, though he was hard-earned so that the stuffing did not reach Sohyun's shadow. Isn't that girl great?
"Mom understands." Yoon Eun nodded with a bitter smile. He should be aware, when Sohyun chose to make peace, it does not mean that all his crimes in the past will be forgotten, it will not be easy to be eliminated. So with a heavy heart, radiated from his stern growl, he slowly moved away.
Gegas Sohyun closed the door again, entering the private room as well as his silent witness. His eyes fell on the dark red patches on the floor, a glimpse akin to a blood spill. Walk her legs, rubbing her with a cloth. Wiping out as cleanly as possible, hoping that no one would know that last night and this morning, Sohyun spewed a lot of blood from his mouth.
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Families.
One word that Sohyun was unable to define completely. In simple terms, it may be that the family consists of the Father, the Mother, and the child between the two. The core of the base. But for him, Sohyun did not feel he had to follow such an understanding, even though now he was in a position that made him feel again his role as a child who had longed for. Since his meeting at the Taehyung family dinner, that night in his innocent little heart, he wanted to feel the warm harmony in the middle of the Kim family.
Sohyun did not expect more, the time he went through yesterday was with Yoon eun and Woojin has helped him dig up his past memories. For a moment, his brain tried hard to jump over the bad memory that was in his mind. Replaced all the good moments he could remember.
Woojin who this time replaced Jonghoon's duties as a driver and father for Sohyun, looks happy to see the bright hue on Sohyun's face, yoon Eun sits next to him on his right side. The woman was happy to see her daughter's distinctive smile appear, a smile she had not seen for a long time. The smile that he should have kept blooming adorned Sohyun's radiant face.
The vehicle reached the courtyard of the main building, where an orchestral concert would be held. Sohyun down, his hard work is fruitful, now his legs can walk normally even though not like before, just limited to walking slowly. Yoon Eun had been standing next to him, clasping her hands together. Woojin followed in amazement at the sight of many pairs of eyes pointing at the three of them.
"When are we standing here?" Woojin raise his voice. "It's so cold, we better get inside the building before it freezes outside."
Sohyun smiled, plus his little bitterness, the woman clasped Woojin's left hand fingers. So that his position is now flanked by two people who have filled the space as his parents. As already, which should be, Sohyun did not need to waste energy thinking about the meaning of the gaze of the people they passed.
Everybody's tight. Can't believe that Sohyun is not what has been rumored. Last time, it may have been the presence of Choi Jonghoon was just a coincidence, but seeing Yoon eun on this day, has proven that Sohyun is the daughter of the Kim family who has been hidden or deliberately hidden.
"Sister!"
The roaring cry, the familiar voice of someone who was no longer a stranger.
"Oh, Jang Soyoon!" Sohyun smiled widely. Stepping slowly towards Soyoon who stood with her two parents.
As if silence was not normal, Soyoon acted to find the footprint of a pair of legs that he believed belonged to Sohyun. Worried, the parents finally breathed a sigh of relief, when Sohyun's long arm managed to grab Soyoon's excited body. Excited to meet someone who made him change, not just for him, but Soyoon's father and mother who seemed to come with him now.
"Why did you get here?"
The little girl giggled at him—to the surprised Sohyun; needed an answer and he wanted to know immediately the question he had just thrown.
"So, you must be surprised now? I know from nurse Hong, she told me that Brother is going to fill out the orchestra this year. Really mean, why don't you tell me? Am I not important?!" Soyoon gnawed in response to a reprimand from Seri, the mother, "Soyoon watch your talk!"
The little boy grumbled, knowing his words were impolite. Then hid his sour face in Sohyun's alcove while whispering, "Thank you, because of you, Father and Mother changed."
Sohyun pulled the tip of his lips, "It's also because of you who dare to be honest."
"I can't wait to see - I mean, I can't wait to hear Brother's show!" Soyoon took off her arms, looking at Sohyun who was late looking at the eyeballs with a blank look. No color, just gray with white stripes.
Soyoon's hands were raised, palpating the surface of Sohyun's facial skin.
"How did you know?"
"I'm great, even though my eyes have dysfunction from birth, I can still use my senses." Proudly, Soyoon raised her two arms high.
To Sohyun, the little girl in front of him was one of his spirits. Although from the beginning, Sohyun tried to be ordinary and not too want to appear, Soyoon apparently preferred to slip every time they met without deliberate planning. Look how easily a Park Soyoon returns Sohyun's later muffled crisp laughter. Something that was never expected, that their meeting brought a deep impression.
"Today, maybe I can't watch with my eyes, but next time, I will, I promise to be a loyal audience Brother who will sit in the front row after I can see again later."
Her tears fell as well as Soyoon's babble restored Sohyun's consciousness. Is it possible that he could survive that long? Or could Soyoon see him live on stage one day? More and more days, pessimists are always crowded, flock to him. Sohyun was not sure. And his confidence was lodged in a more optimistic sentence to be heard by the naive little girl Soyoon.
"definitely. Trust me, it will be that day soon, it won't be long. I'm sure you'll be able to see the colors of the world soon."
Their parents commented on the smiles of witnessing the intimacy of the two human children, another thing with Yoon eun who was watching him luyu. "Could it?"
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"What are you thinking?" yeri asked, rushing to sit next to the chair Sohyun sat in upon her arrival in the dressing room.
"You think?" Sohyun replied, throwing a guess for Yeri to answer.
With her forehead doubled, Yeri thought pretty hard in responding to that one word. "Is there someone you're waiting for?"
Smiling a little, Sohyun nodded to watch his watch look at the time. "I wish, really hope he'll come."
Seeing the pink hue on the woman's cheeks, their Yeri, must be the person Sohyun was waiting for meant so much. This was the first time, witnessed by her eyes, that a happy aura had built up on her cheerful face today. It really wasn't Kim So Hyun whom he'd known for three years.
Amidst the many people passing by, Chanwoo came closer to the two girls who were still chatting. Both palms of his hands were busy holding two instant coffee cups that had just been released from the beverage machine. Still smelling white smoke.
"This is for you, you too." Submitted to Sohyun and Yeri.
Yeri who had been cold had immediately sipped the warm drink. Followed by Sohyun ... who first tasted the taste of the thick touch his senses. Not bad for a beginner, Sohyun swallowed it, he wanted to feel it, at least once in a lifetime.
"Isn't this show too easy for you?"
Sohyun turned his head, Chanwoo's voice shifted his attention to the coffee glass that began to cool swept by the wind.
The man added, "You master a lot of musical instruments and can even match Mr. George."." - George."
Sohyun thought it was an unnecessary compliment.
"Want to?" Sohyun replied, leaving a fine twitch on the forehead of the 24-year-old.
"I see you very seriously. I've even been convinced, if one day you'll be the best composer and performer."
Yeri who became a spectator of the mangosteen agreed.
"You two are too much." Sohyun returned to his cue mode. He appreciates Chanwoo's statement, but again, is it possible?
"All your words are not wrong, you're right if this show is small to me, but in other things, it's a big and one-of-a-kind opportunity for me."
"We don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. At least I've been practicing hard, I won't regret that this will be the last time I stand on stage with the orchestra."
For Chanwoo who had just first spoken directly in front of Sohyun, the man was so lucky he could hear such a sentence coming out of Sohyun's lips. And to Yeri, the girl was swept away to see Sohyun's strange gurgle. Her female friend looked different and all Sohyun's words made her prejudiced.
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Kim Taehyung keeps stepping on the gas pedal. All of his focus was on the long streets. A straight path that will soon lead to the final destination. A few hours ago, Taehyung left alone after the event he visited for two days was declared complete. Leaving his colleagues. Not wanting to wait for long, the man drove in his favorite Maserati car. I don't know, how many kilometers he has traveled, all became unimportant when he realized, the woman he promised was waiting for his arrival.
Fortunately Taehyung, today the road is not as crowded as at the weekend, his car can go at speeds above normal limits. Taehyung's earnestness bears sweet fruit as the toll exit draws closer, becoming more and more apparent in his vision.
Just a minute, I'll be there soon! Wait for me, Sohyun-ah!
Inner Taehyung was impatient, yes, he would be there soon if only ...
BRACKET
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Sohyun stopped walking. His chest was still tight, finding it difficult to scoop up the air, as the girl was clamoring. Down with his face.
"Sohyun ..., come on!" From the front Yeri called out, asking her to immediately enter the stage.
But again, something again made Sohyun heavy to step on his feet.
"Yeri-ya!"
The woman who was standing five steps in front of him turned her head. "Yes?"
"Do you think he'll come?"
Yeri was speechless looking at Sohyun's expectant pale face, she knew, knowing very well that she would be waiting for the most awaited person. So that the side of her lips rose upwards, Yeri smiled as she nodded in response.
Sohyun did not react much, except his tears were suddenly rolling about to fall. The ratio said he was coming, but the gut feeling said otherwise. Her hand again held the chest that was rumbling—feeling pain.
"Come on, Kim So Hyun!" Yeri's voice was demanding.
Gegas Sohyun walked slowly, he became the last to enter the stage that was still in dark danger.
"If this is the last one, let me see you for a moment. Just a moment."
Sohyun started playing the opening song. Franz Joseph Haydn's classic song, sonata in F Major Hob. XVI 23
Three transitions in one song he did well without flaws. All mengegagumi accuracy even agility of his fingers that move slowly. Eight of the 13 songs performed today, Sohyun will survive before finding Taehyung who has no sign of showing himself.