Catastrophe House
Disarray

“Euh! My God!” sighed frustrated Dennis closed his eyes with the palm of his hand.

Dennis sesekali menggeram mengingat mimpi terburuknya tadi.

“Hyuk Jae.” murmured Dennis staring sharply down.

The man still really remembered how Hyuk Jae was bad-tempered in his dreams.

*

“You are quite late Mr. Dennis.” murmured the highest boss in the company.

Si Won spoke with his voice to interrupt Dennis who was still walking quickly to him and gave some documents to Woon Jong who was still staring hard at all Dennis's movements.

“Sorry president!” murmured Dennis bowed respectfully to Si Won and some compact people in neat suits lined up there.

Chairman Choi cleared his throat slowly and looked at the 9 people there including Dennis who had been sitting quietly.

“All are here, I just want to let you know about our declining sales assets. So I ask the financial managers to sell our assets 4%.” explained Si Won who was heard well by the officials there, except Dennis who is now disturbed by something in the corner of this room.

Dennis tried to see something there with his tail, his hand on the long white table kept moving.

“There is someone.” murmured Dennis to himself, spurring his adrenaline to see more clearly who someone is.

Dennis managed to turn his head slowly towards that corner, but there was no one. Though the man was very sure if someone in the corner of the room was looking at him sharply and sitting with a rocking chair.

Dennis exhaled softly before he completely faced back to the front where the young President was starting his meeting.

When Dennis looked surprisingly at the old man right in front of him, Dennis suddenly leaned his back to try to keep his distance from the old man who had seen him sharp.

“Dennis, what's up?” si Won asked when he saw Dennis's rapid movements and the irregular breathing of the man.

Not only did Si Won see him, even everyone who was there looked at him with question marks and worry of course.

Dennis woke up from his surprise, he saw Woon Jong then turned to any corner staring at his coworkers.

“Sorry earlier, I was not consen.” murmured Dennis while shaking his head trying to take full consciousness.

“You sleeping?” si Won asked looking at Dennis with one eyebrow raised.

“Ah? Nah! I–“

“If your sleep is not enough, you can rest. Go then! Thank you for the documents you brought.” sela Si Won sarcastically tried to drive Dennis away subtly.

Dennis gave up, he obeyed his boss's orders and left in front of all of them.

“Yes, I have to take a break.” murmured Dennis walking out of the meeting room with his overstretched body.

“Den!”

A spontaneous call made Dennis turn to a man who called him.

The short man waved his hand but Dennis could not see the man's face because the glare was right behind the figure.

Dennis tried to get close to the man who was endlessly waving at him but, as too many people passed by, the man slowly disappeared.

“Where is he?” murmured Dennis asked as he continued to look at the position previously occupied by the figure.

“Master?” call Secretary Kim patting Dennis on the back, who immediately turned around with a face still with a look of confusion.

“Kim, what's up?” dennis asked after rubbing his face to come back fresher.

“You why here? Isn't there a meeting?” secretary Kim asked back but with her flat face. It looked so half-hearted he asked.

Without further ado Kim Jong Woon soon left Dennis, and so did Dennis he immediately wanted to get out of this big company.

*

“Daddy home.” Dennis said lethargic then walked towards the light brown single sofa and sat on it.

The sound of the door opening did not make Dennis to open his eyes because now he only had to rest a little.

“Why? You fired?” tanya Mira cornered Dennis even Mira's question sounded so sharp and cynical.

“Ck! Nah! Only the President told me to go home.” replied Dennis relaxed but full of emphasis there. He doesn't like the way Mira talks that corner him.

“It's only 10 in the morning. What did you do to make him tell you to leave?” ask Mira again who this time sitting next to the front of Dennis' single sofa.

“Ck, why are you so noisy? The important thing is I was not fired, it was good.” pekik Dennis hit the side of the sofa and looked at Mira sharply.

It's over his patience because the questions burden Mira that makes him more dizzy.

“I need to calm down! You corner me with unimportant questions. You think your words make me better? ” continued Dennis angry and passionate but sounding soft at the end he said.

Dennis walked up the stairs muttering incoherently. Once in his room the officially dressed man spread his body freely, for a long time his stomach body felt lighter until his subconscious mastered.

While the woman continued to daydream and stared almost without a blink on the single sofa that had been used by her husband. He was just thinking how to take the whole back togetherness of his small family? She felt because this ginseng country made her husband become sensitive and away from her. Is it because there are other women?

“Mother. Dad home?” The small-voiced question from above diverted Mira's thinking. The 28-year-old woman turned to look at Jennie who had just come out of her room who must have heard a disharmonious conversation from her parents.

Mira smiled as best she could to Jennie stating that she was fine and then nodded back to Jennie's question, who was still standing leaning against the intricately carved wooden barrier.

“What father angry?” jennie asked back while propping up her chin in her arms leaning against the staircase.

Mira smiled faintly then nodded back looking at Jennie with a wounded look. Not only Mira but Jennie was hurt to see the answer from her mother.

Mira almost shed her tears if only she did not wipe her eyes that looked dewy. Jennie then immediately rushed to her mother and hugged Mira who was no longer strong to hold the water dam fertilized her eyes.

“When is dad with us, mom?” lirih Jennie is faint because her face has sunk in her mother's arms.

Mira occasionally rubbed her cheeks that were inexhaustible with tears of sadness. Her heart could no longer be lied to, she was hurt by her husband's indifference.

“Patience, this must be the end, just waiting for the time dear.” reply Mira tried to give confidence to Jennie.

*

Hyeon Chul really likes to eat, even he always waits for meals to be able to chew food from the owner of this orphanage.

But not this time! Not even touching it. Whether the child's appetite was wasted, he even just looked at the plate containing the omelette with an empty view.

“What are you doing? Quickly eat.” orders a stocky mother who gave the plate and saw Hyeon Chul who had never protested before even though he was only given leftovers last day.

“Hyeon Chul! Where's your friend? Why isn't he here?” ask the woman again who now understands why Hyeon Chul has no appetite.

“Entah, maybe his father is better again.” muttered Hyeon Chul after glancing at the middle-aged woman with the tail of his eyes.

The middle-aged woman smiled warmly, she still remembered the times when Hyeon Chul came here with the police and the little boy kept crying and whining about going home.

“Then, are you waiting for him now?” asked the woman to sit on one of the chairs that the orphanage children were not wearing.

Hyeon Chul spontaneously turned his head, surprised by the question Hyeon Chul justified from within but he himself brushed it off.

“Huh! Why am I waiting for him, who is there if he comes even become a burden for me.” sidelines Hyeon Chul stare annoyed at the woman of that age.

The woman, whose full name is Oh Hye Sung, laughed lightly and then moved from her seat and rattled Hyeon Chul's thick hair slowly.