Married to a Widower (Winter X Jeno Ft Jisung)
8. Raining

Amid the heavy rain that battered the earth, a tall teenager was seen running on the streets alone. With Hoodie on he covered his head with Hoodie's hood.

His feet continued to move without direction, his mind was empty, and all he wanted was to be a little blurred from reality. At least for a moment someone was willing to dispel a little sadness in his heart.

Jisung, the name of the boy wearing a dark and gloomy black hoodie is like the picture of his life. But what most people see, he is like a rainbow figure that is always cheerful of happiness.

Suddenly he fell on the asphalt. He was like a lost child, crying alone. Worse and ruined. He hoped that his father would defend him, at least give him one sentence, or word.

However, Jisung's disappointment grew even greater. His father was silent, reluctant to look at him, who was being told a fact about the past. He was not angry, only Jisung could not avoid if his heart hurt, sick to hear the words of Suho who cornered him. It was as if Jisung was the source of the problems that occurred.

"A-ppa - Until when will you be a silent witness? Until when you'll just be quiet, closing your eyes, ears and mouth. As if you didn't know anything," a piteous sobbing rang out in the rain and passing vehicles.

No one should have done this in the rain. Jisung should not do stupid things that would certainly make him end up sick. And of course Irene would scold him.

"Appa - if only I had been born as your sister. You gonna love me? Will my life be a happy ending?"

Racau Jisung who has been hit by such great sadness. He felt disappointed, for his father who never recognized himself as a father. He never acts like a parent out there.

When Jisung is sick, only Irene or maid will take care of him until he recovers. He came to visit, but came back. Jeno will only act like a statue, not giving the slightest attention to Jisung.

"Appas. Just once. Jisung wants to see Appa smile because of Jisung."

"It wasn't the flat look, which made Jisung feel even more guilty."

The crying did not stop. It doesn't even matter to some car driver who looks at him with a look of pity. He just wanted to let it go but not in front of his family.

If asked, Jisung had done something like this. The answer is never. He never rebelled, never ran away if Suho hadn't finished scolding him. He will only be silent, even though the tears have flowed by themselves.

Jisung hopes that Irene will not come to look for him. He did not want to make his grandmother burdened by him. Irene's defense was enough for him.

However, Jisung's sobbing suddenly stopped. When someone is holding it. He could feel the rain not hitting his body. Jisung was sure it must be Irene. Found her.

"Mother please. Go!" throw Jisung away in a raucous voice from crying for too long.

Yet instead of leaving, the person simply fell silent in his place. Didn't go, and didn't help Jisung get up from sitting on the asphalt.

"I beg mother. Grandpa's gonna be pissed off, if he sees mom here. Enough Jie, just get scolded. Mother no more," again, Jisung as if crying loudly.

"You okay, son?" foreign voices. That's not the voice of Irene. It was a woman's voice but Jisung didn't recognize her at all. This was the first time he had heard that soft voice.

Then with a curious level of gods, Jisung turned around. And looked up to just find out who had kindly cared about him.

He saw, a middle-aged woman, with a body shorter than Jisung. He looked at the woman with many tears in his eyes.

"Hey. You daydreaming son?" the soft voice returned. Although the sound of the vehicle is quite noisy but Jisung can still hear clearly what the woman said.

"S-I don't papa," replied Jisung slowly.

"What are you crying about? Decided about your boyfriend, or upset by your parents?" asked the woman then chuckled when she saw the annoyed look of the teenager.

"It's none of your business" replied Jisung trying to not care.

The woman, crouching in front of Jisung. He gently helped the boy to stand up. Jisung only resignedly, he was also tired of sitting down like someone who lost his soul.

"Your face is pale. It must be because it was raining too long," said the woman looking at Jisung's face which was very pale.plus his face was so exhausted, and tears that she could not hide.

"No. That's because my skin is white," Jisung said evasively. He doesn't like it when someone is worried about his situation.

"No. I know which one is white, which one is pale from pain. Your lips are also bleached. You're cold, son," the woman couldn't bear to see the teenagers in front of her.

Jisung shakes back. "Thank you for your attention. But I'm not papa, I'm still strong. You better go home because it's almost late at night" said Jisung a little unpleasant. It has been impolite because he indirectly expelled.

"I should have told you that. You'd better go home, it's not good for a teenager to wander around this place."

"Why?" jisung asked not understanding. He looked around, there was nothing strange, nothing sinister and nothing that would harm him.

"In this place usually roam thugs, also child kidnappers. If you see you here alone, they're going to sell you" she said honestly. He did not lie at all or just scare Jisung.

"You don't have to lie. Although it's my first time coming to Korea, and I don't know that place. And I am also a person who is easily deceived," replied Jisung in disbelief. 

The woman sighed heavily as it turned out Jisung was quite stubborn.

"Nobody's lying here. What I'm saying is true. And also because you're the first to come, so I'm telling you. So that nothing happens."

Jisung. His heart was worried, doubtful whether this middle-aged woman was a good person or not.

"Your parents must be worried"

"Nobody cares" said Jisung, cutting off the woman's conversation.

"meaning? Where there may be parents who do not care" said the woman again.

"Leave me here, madam. I need time alone" Jisung said, turning his face away.