Love, Life, and Jennifer
Fittings

"Jen, Young Joon looks like Song Joongki, yeah! Ahhaha!" Clara then devoured the potato chips, and glanced at me while laughing, then looked back at the television screen that aired the Korean drama.

I stared cynically at him.

"Tabok you, yeah!" Sinisku, then snatched the packet of potato chips, from Clara's hand, then devoured the potato chips, then looked back at the television screen.

Clara, who was feeling disturbed, took back her potato chips.

"Diiihhhh! Yay! Mabok potato chips, gw!" Afterwards go back to eating potato chips while watching Korean drama.

I looked at her face so enthusiastically watching her favorite drama.

Clara is a big fan of Korean dramas, just like me, but I'm not as big of a Clara.

I looked back at the television screen, and remembered Clara's words, when I saw the lead actor in the drama series.

What Clara said was not entirely wrong!

Young Joon is a bit like Song Joongki, his smile, his eyes... The way...

"Jen! You called Young Joon, what?" Clara said to break my daydream.

"Eh, what the fuck?" I said to look towards Clara

"This dong-dong is focused, yes!" Clara was upset.

"Yes, what the fuck?" I said then put my head on his shoulder.

Clara breathed a rough sigh.

"Gw earlier, you called Young Joon what!" Keto.

I immediately straightened my body, and looked at her who was still seriously watching.

"Yes Young Joon, that's it! Especially?" My answer. Clara looked at me

"No oppa, is that it?" Clara said in wonder, I shook my head.

"That'diiihhh...." Clara put on a look of wonder.

Suddenly Clara's phone rang.

Clara grabbed her phone right next to her, and immediately answered the call shortly after looking at her phone screen at a glance.

"Yes, Young Joon, what's wrong?" Prattling

What's?! Did I not hear wrong?

Young Joon's?

You mean, Young Joon is my future husband?!

But where is possible!

Does Clara have Young Joon's number?!

How could?!

"All right, we'll be there soon, bye..." He said and immediately stood up.

"Young Joon is downstairs, yuk!" Clara said, and I immediately stood up, and we immediately prepared.

...****************...

When in the elevator, I could no longer stem my curiosity, until I finally ventured to ask Clara.

"Nh.... Ra!" I said to Clara, who is now fixing her makeup.

"What?" Legitimate

"Np... Lu-pu has Young Joon's number?" I doubt.

Clara immediately stopped her activities, and looked at me

"Eape? You want?" He then closed the compact powder, then put it in his sling bag

"Diii... Why!" Then I turned my eyes forward.

"Part you're weird! Masa' you don't nyimpen own male candidate number!" Also again.

I remember hearing Clara's words.

Right what Clara said, how could I not have my future husband's phone number?

I turned back to Clara

"Ko' you can get her number, Ra?" My speech.

The elevator door opened, and we got out of there.

"Grandmother was treated yesterday, she gave me her number, she said, just in case there's anything, I call her she said, that's it!" Clara explained.

"Ooooooooo...."

"Hi!" I was really shocked, seeing Young Joon who was already in front of me.

"Hi, we're going now, yeah." Clara said to Young Joon,

Young Joon nodded faintly

"All right!" The answer.

Then we walked towards the parking lot

"Young Joon, didn't you give Jenny your phone number?" I could hear Clara say that.

Young Joon turned his head towards Clara at a glance

"Yes... No, what's up?" Said

"Oowwh... Worth it..." I immediately smothered Clara's mouth.

Clara rebelled trying to take off my provisions.

"Chiyhhh... You why the hell!" Clara looked really upset, as soon as she managed to take off my provisions

"What's wrong with you guys?" Young Joon looks surprised at our attitude.

"It's okay... We just..."

"It looks like Jenny is having a problem." Cynical Clara, while glancing at me with the corner of her eye.

I smiled silly because of the wrong behavior.

...****************...

There are both my parents, and also Young Joon's parents, in the gallery.

My mother and aunt Ji Hyo immediately took me to a room with several wedding dresses with various models.

"Try to choose which one you like, son." Mama smiled, rubbing my back.

"This is a catalog of models of her dress, brother." Said a girl while thrusting a pretty thick album towards me.

However, I was already interested in one of the dresses I saw, when I had just entered this room.

I walked towards the mannequin wearing a dress with a blend of white bone and champagne, with an out shoulder model, with an open back, and a not-so-low cleavage.

"I want this one." I said to the girl.

"(what do you think?)" I asked my mother, as well as Ji Hyo's aunt with a smile.

They smiled, looking at my choice

"Waaahhhh! ⁇ , ⁇ !((ohhhh! Your taste is so good, baby!)" Said Ji Hyo's aunt smiling widely

"Thank you." I said with a smile.

...****************...

I looked at my reflection in front of the mirror.

This wedding dress, just like my shadow and my late grandmother.

Wedding dress out shoulder model, with the back that is open and cleavage chest that is not too low.

This dress is exactly the same as the wedding dress on the Barbie doll that my grandmother gave me at that time.

I immediately came out of the dressing room, to show my look to my mama as well as Ji Hyo's aunt.

When I came out of the locker room, there were already my parents, Young Joon's parents, Clara, and... Young Joon's...

I briefly looked at Young Joon.

He also wears a wedding coat.

He looks so handsome and handsome in those clothes.

"W-what do you think?" I said embarrassedly.

Aunt Ji Hyo immediately approached me, then hugged me tightly.

"... (You will be the most beautiful bride in the world, my dear.)" Said Ji Hyo's aunt, then outlined her embrace, then looked at my face. Eyes glazed.

I immediately hugged him.

"(Thank you, bi)" I said, then shed a tear.

Aunt Ji Hyo immediately let go of her embrace, and held onto both of my shoulders, while looking at me.

"eomma!(from today on, you should call me eomma!" His protest.

I smiled, and so did the others.

Aunt Ji Hyo, I mean eomma is now wiping away the tears left in my eyes.

I was moved to see her sweet treatment towards me.

And as I looked around, my eyes caught the figure of Young Joon looking at me and his mother with a smile.

...****************...

When everything was done, and we had already determined the clothes we would use at the reception, both our parents and Clara, went back to making the drama!

This time they reasoned to order catering, and also the building for our wedding reception.

"Why not follow us?" My protest.

They all looked wrong, until Dad finally approached me.

"Honey, the point is you guys take it easy! We don't want you guys to cape, okay?" Said papa while gently rubbing my hair.

I was like hypnotized by papa's words, and let them go, leaving me and Young Joon here.

"Have you eaten?" Young Joon came up to me.

I looked towards him

"Yummm... That's..."

"Let's go!" Invite him excitedly.

...****************...

We decided to eat at a Chinese restaurant.

And when our dish had run out, I asked Young Joon about something.

"Pulse... Young Joon's..." My speech.

"Mmmm..." The answer, then looked at me.

"Dishishhh... Really I called your name! I'll call you Joon, Dad!" Umpatchem.

I don't know, I got a little upset when I said his name.

"What?" Young Joon looks confused.

"Oppa..." My speech.

Young Joon looked me in the eye.

I know he was surprised to hear me say that.

"Loss baper! I call you oppa, only if in front of our bokap-nyokap doank! Understand, lu!" Ketusku

"What are you talking about?" Young Joon looks confused.

"I'll call you Joon, how?" I said.

Young Joon seemed to think, before he finally said.

"Didn't you just call me oppa?" His protest.

I took a deep breath, and avoided it violently

"I'll call you oppa, only if we're in front of your parents, or my parents."

"Why is that?" Protest again

"Yes, I love it!" Ketusku

"Why do you always speak Indonesian to me? You think I understand!" Young Joon looks really upset

"Because I don't understand Korean, that's why I speak Indonesian!" Ketusku

"Aiiiissh! This girl!" Young Joon's Cynic

"Joon, look..." I hesitated to continue my words.

"Hmmm..." Young Joon looked back at me.

His gaze made me even more hesitant to continue my speech

"Joon, be-begini..." Say it again

"Yes, what?" Young Joon looks a little upset

"All right.... Joon, be-be..."

"Come here? That again? Are you just gonna say those words, until we finally pu... "

"What about my college?" I immediately interrupted Young Joon's words, and it made him a little surprised, confused as to what to answer.

I looked at his face which now looked very burdened with my question earlier.

"Can I go back to America to continue my studies?" My words ensured.

Young Joon stared inwardly at my eyes, instead of directly answering my question.

"Jennys... Can you..."

"You just have to answer, yes, or no." I immediately interrupted Young Joon's words.

Young Joon takes a deep breath, then throws it away slowly.

"Jenny, I've just been transferred here..." Young Joon said, he seemed to think before continuing his words.

"Can you give me some time?" When viewed from the look on his face, Young Joon looks like he feels bad for me, after saying so.

"Jenny, i..."

"Alright, Joon... I get it."

...****************...

After these few days, I realized something had changed a little between me and Young Joon.

At least we started talking more, and also, I didn't feel too awkward when dealing with him.

"Jenny, can I keep your phone number?" Young Joon glanced at me from the steering wheel.

"Hmmm...?" I looked towards him

"It would be weird if we didn't keep each other's numbers." Young Joon said.

That's right what Young Joon said!

I immediately grabbed the phone from inside my sling bag.

"Ah, fine! What's your number?" I said, looking towards him.

Young Joon glances at me, then smiles.

"Later... I'll save your number first, once we get to your house." He said with a smile.

I smiled a little, then nodded faintly

"Aahs... Alright." Then I looked back towards the road.