Brave Things
The Part 26 Runaway

I don't know, I don't know,

It was strange to see Jimin look so washed away in his busy life buried Anna's body. He did not pay much attention to me who walked staggered holding my big stomach alone. Like no care.

I'm not jealous. Only, does he think that his world came to a halt when he learned Anna had left this world? Was he so self-blame that he thought I wasn't there?

My initial intention of coming here was free, but I wanted to strengthen her, saying that her life should go on even if Anna was gone. But what's the power, if the truth is I haven't even had a chance to talk to him since I got here.

Not to mention my conversation with Jisung on the plane. It all seemed to be pinning me to the darkest place. Makes me not know where I stand. It's as if the one buried in that tomb should be me, not Anna.

About Anna, I'm really sorry to hear of her disappearance. The beautiful woman should have everything in life, but she must be miserable to fetch death. I don't know if what he said back then, about Jimin, was true, or if Jimin's version of the story was the original story I should believe.

Anna is gone, the mystery will forever not be revealed, leaving me ever more directional blind in recognizing who my husband really is. The real character of Jimin Park.

There's not much I can do even if Jimin turns out to be a 'no good'. I have borne her name, forever binding the promise before God to be the honorable Luna Park.

If I had known him for a long time, before all these cruel events, I would have been very grateful to have known Jimin in a more pleasant way. Not from the set of conclusions that people threw at me, people who knew Jimin first.

'Sreesh'

"Luna! Shhh, Lun!"

I turned my head, my mother called me whispering in the middle of the funeral ceremony that we did in the hospital area.

Me and Jimin were side by side, he hugged my waist tightly, it was a bit difficult for me to approach the mother who kept waving telling me to approach her.

"Mother called me." I muttered slowly, intending to tell Jimin so that at least I could he let go for a moment.

"Later on." His eyes were empty ahead. Jimin's words were so absolute as not to be denied again. Silencing me.

A hard choice actually, I want to be a good wife or a filial child. Jimin shouldn't have put me in this position.

I then looked at him from the side.

He's so different. Either the effect of me thinking about Jisung's words, or there is something different about Jimin.

It gets more... cold?

With a slow movement, I grabbed his fingers that were holding my hips to stick to his body. Trying to lower the tight grip.

"What are you doing?" The lyrics of Jimin refused to obey, which had his hands increasingly extended around the waist to my distended stomach.

"I'm going to mom's place."

"I told you, later."

"What if it's important?"

"Then you'll hear it with me." Answer the Jimin final.

Not only my waist and stomach, now his other hand had held my hand between our bodies. I was detained on all sides.

Our position is in the front row, making all eyes can immediately see how I like a buffalo poked nose, can not go anywhere even to where his mother had been called.

Just in front of Anna's body I was weakened.

I have no problem being banned from this and that, being locked up, being banned from this and told to. I'm sincere.

Merely, I don't want this to be known to outsiders as well. I want everyone to know that I'm okay with Jimin, I'm not the prisoner that Jisung said I was.

The words of the peaceful priest, tainted with my shame and uneasiness. Jimin probably realized that I was getting uncomfortable, did not like to be shown in front of the crowd.

Until I felt his grip begin to loosen and he regained the wisdom of listening to the sermon that was going on.

Whether I got the courage from where, I decided to turn my back and quickly walk out of the crowd to approach my mother, I saw she had given up trying to call me and walked away.

With great difficulty I walked quickly, ignoring my difficulty moving with the fat body of this pregnant woman.

I dare not look back at all. My back was scratched, the nail of Jimin's hand that was trying to hold me back in silence. If Jimin wasn't the one who had to speak after the priest, I'm sure he'd come after me and restore my presence to his side.

"Mother! Wait for me."

My voice finally arrived to call mother and stop her steps. Only to find my mother's anxious face, ran towards me and hugged me away.

"Where are we going?" I was worried, he took me to walk very fast, but I had walked a long way but it seems that I will be taken out of the cemetery area.

"Mom will explain later, we should get out of here soon." The answer is trying to calm down.

"Why? I have to tell Jimin first, I'm—"

"Shut your mouth and don't act stupid as long as I save you." Mother's assertiveness cannot be denied.

This whole thing really confused me. I'm used to just facing Jimin's daily temperament, when coming back out of the cage like this so surprised by the various problems and drama that I met. Like a lot of pressure on me.

I miss the atmosphere of the house, where my only problem is just confused about what food to cook for Jimin, not faced with a strange problem like this.

"Mom, my stomach is cramping."

Mom clucked, "Ck, patience. You have to pay your sister's hospital bills."

I was confused by her request. He kept taking me walking. Far-away. Leaving Jimin who is still preoccupied with the funeral procession.

"I'll die if Jimin finds out that he's come this far." I muttered.

How not. Mother did not slow down her steps at all. While I was dragged and shuffled must equal his nimble steps towards the hospital.

If I want to go to the hospital, I should be able to wait for Jimin instead of walking this far. I regret not hearing his orders.

"You got money, don't you?"

I'm shaking.

"I'd guess. That petty bastard won't give you any money, he's afraid you'll go easy." Mom was almost in the hospital when we got in.

My stomach is no longer because it feels, tense, sick, difficult to breathe and memory. I'm sure my hairdo is already messy with soaking sweat. To understand the cacimaki mother against Jimin was no longer able to.

"You got an expensive phone, right?" Mom took away the little clutch I was wearing, it was just a lipstick, tissue, a cell phone and a small mirror.

"Luna, where's your ID?!"

I am still recovering energy, patted by mother for the sake of being able to answer her question.

"I don't have," from the start, Jimin was always holding all my identification cards. If there is a Hanji, it will be given to Hanji. If I was accompanied by Jisung, then Jisung who will hold then immediately returned to Jimin.

"Your husband holds? Damnit. What about credit cards? There's no way you're given one to shop. Your suit is expensive." I glanced at it as if judging the fantastic price of the clothes I was wearing.