Married to a Widower (Winter X Jeno Ft Jisung)
7. Suho and his hatred

At eight o'clock in the evening, Kim's family gathers in the dining room, to enjoy Korean food for the first time, for Jisung.

The boy was very excited, asking Irene this. Looking at the enthusiastic an Jisung, made the middle-aged woman's heart warm.

"Jie if you want another meal, say yes. I told the maid to make it," said Irene, happy.

Jisung looked at the grandmother with a sparkling look. How lucky he is to have Irene, right now.

"Wahh really?" Jisung smiled happily.

"Necessary. If asked to do it again, the maid will be troubled."

"Don't bother people often," the cold man who, silent, listened. Finally replied with a flat tone impressed indifferent.

"Yes mother. This is more sari enough," replied Jisung, again enjoying the food, but now with silence. He no longer dared to chat this.

Irene breathed a heavy sigh. His head was dizzy facing Jeno's attitude.

Tak. Tak.

The sound of footsteps, which was heard approaching towards them. Slowly, the voice became clearer. Jisung did not hear it, because he was too busy eating such delicious food, because this was the first time he tried.

While Irene and Jeno immediately stopped their eating activities, when they realized that it was Suho, the husband of Irene.

"Mas is home" Irene immediately welcomed the husband, as a good wife. He immediately took the suit with the bag that Suho brought.

"Yes." Yeah."

"It wasn't Jeno, it was overtime?" Irene asked back.

"Not so," replied Suho.

Suho looked at Jeno who was also standing looking at him. Confusion occurs in this dining room. Jeno lowered her head, Jeno still did not dare to behave as a child in general. Given the mistakes he had made, Suho was very angry at him.

Suddenly Suho spread his hands to Jeno, "Will not hug me, boy?" abugn.

Hearing that sentence, Jeno suddenly looked up to find Suho smiling at him. So without thinking about it, Jeno hugged the sturdy body of the father, who was no longer young.

Really, Jeno missed. I miss the warm embrace of my father. For fourteen years, his father was very reluctant to just hug him, give words of encouragement, advice and more. And now, for the first time again, Jeno feels back in time.

Hugs off. Jisung looked at them silently, but still ate his food. He was nervous, so he took it out on food.

"Well, do you eat by yourself when someone else comes?!"

Suho stared cynically at Jisung. The child seemed to ignore the presence of Suho, he enjoyed the food on the table more. Rather than welcoming Suho.

Jisung stopped the food, put the spoon as slowly as possible. In order not to make any noise. Swallowing the food was nervous, then looked at Suho with a frightened look.

"I don't know where this kid's manners are."

"It's so annoying, have to stay one roof with him," back, Jisung's spicy sentence got from Suho.

"Mas!" tepus Irene when she saw the granddaughter who was offended. The boy was ready to shed his tears.

"Don't defend her Irene! You have enough to spoil and make him happy. He should know, that nobody here expected him to be born!" screeched Suho in a loud voice.

Unable to stand it anymore, the tears were flowing quite profusely. No one has ever understood what the burden of that child is. Everyone thinks he is enjoying his life in the suffering of his family.

But not a word that Jisung can take out. He was too afraid of Suho. Suppose they knew, Jisung was also tormented here. He was just a child who did not expect to be born a part of this family.

"Look! Very whiny!"

"At that snarl, it's so cry. Shit!"

Suho stared intently at the figure of Jisung who was crying there. Nothing calms him. Even that Irene, she was also as brave as to oppose Suho.

"Mass-out"

"Irene's enough! Don't keep defending him. He doesn't deserve to be defended!"

Jisung's heart ached more and more, every word Suho said to him. It would hurt his heart. His grandfather was the first to oppose his birth.

He doesn't like Jisung very much in Jeno's life. Because for him Jisung is a burden that resulted in his son who he was very proud of, had to give up his future.

And the burden must be removed.

From the small Jisung, he never wanted to just accompany him to talk, carry him. Even when the child cries out in a loud voice, he will not be willing to calm little Jisung. His heart had become a stone for Jisung, it would not be possible for the child to take even the slightest bit of trust and attention from him.

"You want me to tell you, who's your mother?"

Jisung looked at Suho, not out of curiosity to hear about his mother.

"Your mother is an ******. Who framed my son, until he got pregnant and held my son accountable. Then after you were born, you were burdened on my son. Because the woman****** was, run away from responsibility!"

Suho explained as he watched Jisung's face grow sad.

"Mas! Enough mas!" Irene shouted as Suho was about to return to speak.

The woman was also the same cry as Jisung. She could not see her granddaughter being treated like that by her husband, whose incidental identity was Jisung's own grandfather.

"Never think, I let you live because we accept you. Nah! It's all because Irene threatens suicide if I throw it away or kill you!"

A fact that Jisung only knew. It turned out that the reason he was able to grow up until now, was because of Irene. He thought it was Jeno who wanted him to keep it, but it wasn't. Jeno is the same as Suho.

"Mas, Irene please, enough!" Irene kneels at Suho's feet. So that the man doesn't come back to say something Jisung shouldn't know.

"Why Irene! You fear. Afraid if I expose her mother's rottenness."

"Originally you know, I should have killed you long ago, while still in your fucking mother's womb!"

Irene was furious at Suho at this moment. It should be a happy night tonight, to welcome Jeno and Jisung. But the opposite is exactly what happened. Irene should have known, bringing Jisung to Korea was the thing that would continue to hurt the boy.

Jisung could not stand it anymore, he quickly ran from the dining room. Not to the room, but to run out of the house. Though it is already night, and also Jisung has no idea how this place is.

"JADE!" Irene shouted in a hoarse voice, as the child left.

Jeno just stayed where she stood. Again, he became a statue. Who seemed to understand nothing, and his heart was petrified.

Suho did not care, so casually, he sat himself in the chair that he used to wear.