
A promise made by a 12-year-old boy was broken. Instantly he made a fatal mistake that made everything destroyed. Now he is just waiting for destiny.
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At Incheon International Airport An adult man and a teenager are walking closer to a middle-aged woman with a bright smile from her face, who despite being aging but still beautiful.
Quickly, the middle-aged woman widened her arms with the intention of welcoming the presence of the two people she so longed for.
The grown man first welcomed the warm embrace. "I come mother" the first sentence she uttered upon reaching her native land.
"Mom's always waiting for you, son."
The middle-aged woman nodded as she stroked her son's steady back. For several years did not meet, making him so long for the presence of the son.
After taking off the hug between the mother and the child. Now the middle-aged woman looked at the teenager beside her.
His body was so tall, yet he could not see his face as it was covered with masks and sunglasses.
But who would have thought, it turns out that behind the sunglasses, there are tears that just fall. Without a puff, he immediately rushed to hug the middle-aged woman with longing.
"I miss you, ma'am," her voice was a bit claustrophobic from a cry.
The woman who knew the voice of the teenager. Directly clutching his body tightly. He heard the roar, making his heart sliced.
"You-J-jisung?" the middle-aged woman asked as if she could not believe what she was seeing.
Nodding softly from the teenager, making the middle-aged more crying. Their voices sounded so loud.
"You're my Jisung? My cute kid?"
Hearing the mother's words, made Jisung increasingly smile widely. "Yes mom, I'm Jisung."
Both of them were both crying, removing the hug, he cupped the face of the teenager who was known as Jisung.
"You're so handsome, and so tall, too" as if you couldn't believe the change.
"When you used to be so small, cute. But now you're so tall, even more than Jeno."
Jisung chuckled softly with the last sentence he said.
"Yes, let's go home," The middle-aged woman wiped away the trace of her tears. Then with a happy feeling he grasped the hands of two men of different ages.
The three of them walked for the car. After arriving, they were immediately greeted by a private driver Irene who always drove him wherever the woman went.
"Please enter Miss Irena, Mr. Jeno, Mr. Jisung," the driver quickly greeted them, opening the door.
The three entered while muttering thanks. From childhood, Irene had taught to respect anyone somehow of the person's profession.
On the way, Irene was filled with the words of Irene who spoke to the two. There is no tired word to talk, considering they used to not be able to speak directly. Only through the medium of the phone that makes his desire even greater to meet.
"Dad not come, ma'am?" Jisung suddenly asked. He was a little disappointed because the only one who welcomed their arrival was Irene, without the presence of Suho.
Irena shook her head slowly, "Dad there's more busyness, so she doesn't have time."
"Don't be sad, there will be a mother here" he said calmly.
"Yes ma'am" muttered Jisung in a soft voice.
"mmm.. Mom, are there a lot of exciting places?" jisung asked as he looked out the window that passed through various tall buildings.
"of course. I'll take you around Korea. I'll take you to beautiful places" replied Irene with a happy smile looking at the enthusiasm of an Jisung.
"Mom.. If I had known that Korea was like this, maybe I would have been on vacation here for a long time, or asked to stay with my mother first," said Jisung who was a little sorry.
"Then are you going to leave Jeno alone?" Irene asked with joking intent. But Jisung looked at Jeno who apparently did not hear their words.
"It's not. I'll take her too. You don't have to live far from your mother.. Ever since I was far away, Jisung has always felt lonely."
Seeing Jisung's uneasiness, Irene quickly brought Jisung to her senses, as if to say that Jisung no longer needed to be lonely, as they would be living together.
"You're a smart kid. Don't be sad anymore, son. I'll always be the number one person you'll be on when you feel alone."
Jisung smiled at Irene's words. His presence caring for and raising her was a special gift to Jisung, he was always happy to be around her. Although he knew the fact that he was a child who was not expected to be born first.
"But Jisung was born in Korea,"
Jisung looked up, looking into Irene's eyes with a big question mark.
"I was born here?" Jisung repeated the question.
"Yes. His mother was born in Korea, had lived and felt life here but only one week," explained Irene.
"But if I was born in Korea, why move and settle down in china mom? My family is in Korea, but why live in a country of people?"
Irene was only able to smile briefly at Jisung's question.
"It's not time for Jisung to know. When it's time, I'll tell you everything."
Jisung was unable to refute, finally he just smiled knot over his life which he himself confused to describe it.
Jeno who was sitting next to the driver did not pay attention to the conversation between the two of them. He was busy with his own thoughts, looking out the window.
A small smile was engraved on his lips, back he had to remember the events of the past. An event that must leave everything behind. Leaving his birth country, leaving his mother, his school all for the betrayal that happened in the past.
"Now I set foot again, after a long time. A place of birth and growth. I won't be able to forget it, as soon as I'm gone."
Unknowingly, her eyes suddenly heated up, Jeno never dreamed of living a life this complicated, forced into adulthood and understanding life even when she was too young to live this harsh life.
Settling in China is all because he has to account for a mistake, which he was purely unintentional. Trapped by his classmates, to change Jeno's life.
Winter, she somehow came back to remember the adorable baby's face. However, he always did not dare to meet or just tell his departure suddenly. He did not dare to come to Aunt Wendy's house because he felt he had made a fatal mistake.
At last he left with all the secrets he carried alone.