Don'T Being Domesticated
Small family
"That's supposed to be the number nine first papa". The voice of the daughter intruded on her father's activities.
"What the fuck do you think this papa is nine-three huh?". The father as the perpetrator of the activity.
So Hee, the middle-aged beautiful woman who was watching the incident did not stop chuckling with a light conversation between the child and the father.
Ting
"Oh the cake is ripe" .
Hearing the sound of the oven indicating that the baking time is over. He walked to the kitchen to see his cake that had just been cooked, then put the cake to the birthday cake plate.
"Wahhh it smells so good".
"Of course my wife never fails to make a cake". Proud to blink one flirtatious eye at his wife.
So Hee just smiled shyly hearing that. "Who will decorate the cake?". With an enthusiastic tone.
"Ryuu!".
"Father!". Excited daughter and Namjoon, the father in unison.
"Well, you two please decorate while mom cooks". While walking towards the stove on it there was already a pot waiting.
"All right!!". Answer them again excited.
During decorating the cake, not only the hands work but the mouth of Ryujin the child was never absent to just ask or scold Namjoon for misplacing the cake decorations.
"Why did you suddenly want to celebrate your birthday?whereas in previous years every birthday papa always said this papa is old no need for such a celebration". Her chirps while mimicking Namjoon's style while speaking.
"Are only young people able to celebrate birthdays? We can still celebrate this together anyway". He answered without taking his eyes off the cake he decorated.
"But why don't you invite your friends to be more crowded?".
"No need, papa just wanted to celebrate with the two of you that was more than enough". Looking at the wife at a glance then turned to look at her daughter with a genuine smile.
The child only replied with a smile no less sweet and nodded his head and then returned to focus on decorating the cake.
Namjoon's smile slowly turned into a sad smile staring at the child who was growing up, shaking his little head trying to brush off the bad thoughts and then follow the child to continue decorating the birthday cake made by his wife.
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"Happy birthday, nnn"
Fhuhh
The flame in the candle was immediately blown out at the end of the Happy Birthday song sung by the two women he loved so much.
Smile and clap "Yeayyy, let's cut the cake papa!". Ryujin cried while staring impatiently at the birthday cake that he and his father decorated together this morning.
"Hey be patient, how about we take a photo first?".
"Ayeah I almost forgot, just a second". Said So Hee hurriedly, running to her room. It didn't take long for him to come back with a polaroid camera in his hand.
"Chaaa..wide smile~". His orders were spirited while idling his hands aloft which held the camera.
Checkered
The camera's distinctive sound is heard, taking the polaroid flickering until the image can be seen bit by bit.
"Well, that's good, since when do you have a camera like this?".
"This ahh, mama had it in high school thank God it's still good".
"Your mama loves taking pictures of Ryu, no matter what she portraits and the results are always good, she takes pictures of you at 2 years old".
"Wahh really? can I have a look?".
"After eating the cake, she said Ryu would eat the cake".
"I forgot to hehe.. Well please yes". With her innocent and adorable smile while thrusting the plate asking for a piece of cake.
Smiling at the behavior of the princess just wayangnya, immediately cut the cake and put it on the princess's side.
"Thank you". With an adorable tone "Excellent, my mama's cake never disappoints". While showing his thumb again feed the cake to his mouth until full.
"really? then please fill my plate as well". Pinta the father was curious. "Hmmm". He murmured while glaring at the eyes with no less full lips.
"Why not just open a cake shop? papa and I will help, won't you?". Turning his eyes to his father.
The father's movements came to a halt as he quietly picked up another piece of cake to put on his plate again. "Oh yeah, of course, we'll help!". He was excited at the end.
"You guys". Such was the conversation of a small family accompanied by jokes and laughter of the three of them, hoping that sweet moments like this will never disappear.
After the small celebration last day, it did not feel like the day began to change with the darkness of the night. The large house holds three lives in it.
"Ryu let's go to bed, son, it's night".
"Yes, the movie is over soon".
"Wait in your room".
"Yes". The reply looked at the astonishment of the mother who was walking towards her room.
No need to wait for a long time the film they watched has reached the end of the story. "Papa Ryu went first to the room huh, mama's been waiting". Pamitnya while eating a few snacks and then leave without waiting for the permission of the father.
Damaging a glimpse of the hair of his baby. "Yeah don't make your mama wait, sleep well baby". He said in a high tone to be heard by his daughter who had gone upstairs.
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While waiting for her daughter, the woman called mama circulated her gaze throughout the room. You can see there are polaroids on the walls of the room, some posters of his favorite artists and guitars, his daughter's favorite objects are placed in the corner of the room very neatly.
Touching a favorite object that has accompanied his daughter 3 years ago. He has not been in his daughter's room lately because of his job and Namjoon who bears as a detective.
Turning to see 2 framed photos on the nightstand, the first photo was of his son singing with a favorite guitar on his lap. A big smile printed there shows that he likes it, his children love art even took part in the art talent competition at his school and he got the first champion in the race.
The woman's smile recalls that sweet moment. And the last photo shows a small family of three with a smile
width, using matching clothes that indicate the cohesiveness of the family. Remember that was the first family photo they took when Ryujin was 2 years old. So adorable, regretting he was too busy with his work to the point of not realizing his daughter was growing up so quickly.
Glancing at the side saw a brown taped with a light blue stickynote and a doll he had just seen for the first time. Curious about his hand outstretched to read the stickynote, until one voice made him undo his intention.
The woman called turned her body while shaking her head lightly, then sat on the side of the princess' bed. "From" his hand patted an empty place to the left of his body, ordering the child to sit there.
His son, according to the cheerful steps approaching the mother, was damaged by the child's delicate hair full of affection occasionally combed using a lentic fingers that Ryujin longs for
"Is there anything you want to talk about?".
True, he could indeed quickly guess this kind of situation. Hey joon your son is very smart, I mean our son.
Pause for a moment and nods his head. "Before that my mother wanted to ask me something...". His eyes turned to a chocolate bar and a doll that made him curious earlier.
Following her mother's point of view, she understood and replied "It was a gift from my boy friend at school, you don't have to worry about us not dating". Answer innocently.
Mom's gawking. "No that's not what mama meant, but it's good please don't do that yes, Ryu is still underage". His sweat.
"Egm, I know what's good and bad for me ma". Right, Jon, I just want to cry, it feels like our daughter is really growing up.
Terkaru, trying to divert the conversation by taking a small box of shiny silver-colored slightly worn because of the age consumed he brought earlier. "This, Ryu said he wanted to see the Polaroid photos of mama right?".
Nodding enthusiastically getting closer to find a comfortable position. "Look, guess who this is.......". Tells a long story, telling many stories in his life from the beginning he was small, until he married his father, which was the first time Ryujin heard even directly from his mother.
"Well, I just found out, you guys haven't told me this long".
"I'm sorry we've been busy lately and paid little attention to you Ryu, but I think it's a good time to tell a story. It's night, for the last one.... Here, don't open it first".
The ink thrusts another box that is rather small than before exactly with the box just now it looks newer and not worn.
"Open this when you're 18, Ryujin-a, it's a good age for you to understand everything. Grow up to be a smart and tough woman, always love and protect the people around you, still be your personal like this, remember papa and mama always support whatever decision you choose, we believe in you". He said at length with a sincere smile that never faded.
"Mama, why do you talk like that? please don't be like this, is there a problem? maybe Ryu can help you a little?". Worried about the unpleasant feeling he has always felt lately.
"none.. Already Ryu must be sleepy quickly sleep, do not forget to drink milk still mumpung warm". He broke his hair again and left. "Beautiful sleep baby". He said one last time before the door closed.
Ryujin was still watching his mother leave, his feelings were not good so he decided to go to the bathroom in his room to wash his face while brushing his teeth and going to sleep.
Without knowing, there was someone who sneaked in through the window of the room that had been tightly closed, deftly he entered as much as possible without making any damage and noise. Putting the powder he brought into the milk that So Hee had made, then left like nothing had happened before.
After completing her virginity Ryujin walked to the nightstand to drink milk made by his mother, gulped until it was not left and went to sleep feeling his eyes immediately heavy. Until fully sound, comfortable until it seems reluctant to quickly wake up until he can forget the anxiety he previously felt.
Can I sleep a little longer?
It was expected, but it was also unpredictable when they would come. It's too soon there wasn't even any preparation before, the house that was so neat now looks like a ship broke.
"You know very well we will come at any time. But why was there no preparation at all to fight back? or have you given up Detective Kim?"
"I guess we can still talk to Wang's cold head". Trying to stand limped feeling pain in the abdomen and also his left leg.
Hid
"No way, revenge is revenge and it must be avenged by KIM". Her touch
"Mr Wang please understand you're just misunderstanding". Said So Hee trembling.
"How can I misunderstand WHEN I SEE FIRSTHAND HOW MY SON KILLED HIMSELF BECAUSE OF YOU?!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!LET HIM LIVE WITH THE PAIN HE WOULD FEEL FOR A LIFETIME?! He just wants to calm down". So Hee is weak.
"Don't think about it again, it's not entirely So Hee's fault or yours. This was purely Suji's wish, this must be a decision that he had thought maturely". Trying to calm people in front of him, however Jackson Wang is his best friend from childhood.
"It's not too late we can still fix it".
"...".
"Don't know in-".
"STOP TALKING KAPARAT!".
DOR
ARRGHHS
One shot escaped by Chan, Jackson's right hand. The bullet penetrated the right thigh, causing namjoon to fall into a pool of blood that began to pour across the white floor of the Kim family residence.
"YOW!" Shouted So Hee
"STAY THERE!" threaten Jackson with a cold voice.
"He'll bleed out Wang please, please don't be like this". Crying asking Jackson to stop this madness.
"I told you revenge is So Hee's grudge." he used to.
"S-So Hee's..". Lirih Namjoon's.
"Silent jon j-do not spend your energy" he said trembling, with a distance of 3 meters from the husband he could see the blood coming out of his stomach and legs so much, his lips looked pale white.
"My eyes are heavy So. I have to sleep, please wake me up later". His words resignedly slowly closed his eyes that felt heavy and began to darken.
Namjoon. Because his body is out of blood.
"No jon, NO..NO, DON'T BE LIKE THIS, DON'T NOT...".
The confusion, his cry again broke out shrieking bitterly anyone who heard him except the person in front of him he even just looked at his old friend with a flat face without expression.
"You look so in love with your husband, how about you just go with your husband HAHAHHA" his thunderous laughter bounced off this soundproof house.
So Hee widened her eyes in disbelief,
he lifted his head and shook quickly. No, not that he was afraid, just that there was still someone else he had to protect right now. Ryunjin, his son still needs him.
"No please don't, I-I'm sorry I'm wrong please forgive me". He showed himself back crying.
"You're just gonna be an obstacle to my plan". Staring blankly at So Hee.
DORR
Obeying his master's orders, Chan did not hesitate to open another shot.
Right in the head. So Hee was lying with a bullet lodged right in the middle of her forehead.
So Hee is dead. Following Namjoon who also recently breathed his last.
On the other hand, there was a person who was pecking with eyes that were enlarged and vibrating without blinking an item for a second.
Not believing this incident will he see directly and recorded neatly in his brain, memrematkan strong revolver father in his hand.
DOR
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