Catastrophe House
Jennie Alone

Dennis came out of the toilet and fixed his pants and walked back to his study, not forgetting the letter, not knowing the owner, he put his hand close to the letter and took it.

“Should I open it?” murmured Dennis weighing the next path on the letter because he did not know the graffiti name from outside the letter.

Dennis slowly opened his letter and deliberately read the entire writing there.

“Go from that house or else your whole family will die.”

That is the content of the letter but back again, Dennis did not believe the meaning of the writing. Either because the letter may not have been shown to him or, what could the perpetrator have done to kill his family?

Geck! Geck!

Dennis's gaze began to focus on the sound of the door being knocked by his assistant or whether anyone was outside.

“Sayang.” whine a woman in maroon and brown trousers blends in black. Miras.

“Mira? Why are you here? Where is Jennie?” dennis asked in a row while hooking a button at the end of his sleeve.

“That color, the boy always behaves unpleasant in the morning.” whine Mira spoiled while fixing Dennis' shirt.

Dennis sighed tired because the child and mother never get along even if only for a day, surely either morning, noon, night they fight.

“Then how is Jennie?” dennis asked and sat down in his chair.

“Last I saw her, She was crying.” Mira replied as she sat in the table chair in front of Dennis, the two couples were only blocked by Dennis' white table.

“You're not back? Could have been he was still crying.” persuaded Dennis to tell Mira to immediately see Jennie's current state.

*

The little hand kept trying to pick up a piece of bread that was on the edge of the kitchen table.

His face really showed a sense of struggle to fight his height which was 5 inches away from the kitchen table.

“Ahh, can also.” muttered the little boy who was none other than Jennie while staring at the special piece of bread.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Jennie awoke from the coldness and turned to face the door of the house which continued to be heard the sound of the door knocking. Jennie sneered for a moment feeling that the door knocker was her mother.

With a heavy heart Jennie got down from her chair, and approached the door and turned the door knob with both hands.

“Heum? You again?” jennie asked, surprised to see the boy named Hyeon Chul coming back to visit his house.

Hyeon Chul smiled stiffly while scratching his non-itchy back head.

“I, before you and your parents moved here, I always came here to remember what my family did.” Hyeon Chul said trying to explain why he always came to this house.

“Didn't we come home this—even the gate of the house in front in the key, and can not be entered even though entering the page only?” jennie asked after digesting Hyeon Chul's words.

“Yes, usually I am only in front of the gate.” Hyeon Chul replied staring with interest at the barley bread that was on the dining table.

Jennie knows that Hyeon Chul wants his bread. He just chuckled as he approached the dinner table, picked up the bread and gave it to Hyeon Chul, who was welcomed by Hyeon Chul.

“But it looks like you're not a native Korean citizen. Then why do you surf in Korean?” hyeon Chul asked aware of Jennie whose face was very different from Korean faces.

“The grandmother of my mother is Korean, so when things go by accident she often says a word or two in Korean. And also, I aspire to be a diplomat so I want to talk to my colleagues later in their respective languages.” Jennie replied in an excited tone of voice.

Hyeon Chul inexplicably changed the look of his face to be radiant again, his face looked more tired and sad.

“You why?” jennie asked knowing Hyeon Chul's movements.

“I, I may not be able to fulfill my dream.” Hyeon Chul replied softly while curling his lips down.

“The orphanage there was unable to make his foster children continue school lessons. So we were only taught how to write and figure.” continued Hyeon Chul then looked at Jennie who looked at him pity.

Jennie and Hyeon Chul both sighed heavily then Jennie started to pat the friendship on Hyeon Chul's shoulder.

“I want to know how your family died simultaneously. How did the police say about his murder?” jennie asked trying to shift the topic at this time.