My Possessive Husband's
chapter 27's
Baekki squirmed a little from his sleep. He frowned when he felt the pain that hit the back of his cranium. His closed eyes began to slowly open. The room was dark. Only the light of the sleeping lights that illuminate the room with a classic design that looks elegant in his eyes. Baekki is trying to get up from her sleeping position. The pain still felt made him have to be really careful to move.
“You're up, Baek.?” a female voice sounded from the direction of the room's white curtains. Kontan Baekki was shocked by it. The area was so dark that Baekki had to blink her eyes several times to see more clearly.
“S-who are you?” ask Baekki who's starting to shuffle backwards. Slowly the woman walked closer to the bed. The light of the sleeping lamp bounced off his face. A few thin wrinkles seemed to adorn Jira's beautiful eyes, but it was unable to reduce the aura of beauty that radiated through her beautiful eyes. Warm and soothing. That was the look that was drawn in his eyes. Kim Jira, that middle-aged woman remains the same as decades ago. Still so beautiful and charming.
“You still remember me Baek?” reprimand Jira with her soft tone of voice. He sat down on a chair beside Baekki's bed and looked at the boy expectantly.
“Mistress, you.”
“Iya. It's me Baek. Kim Jira's. I'm really sorry for taking you this way. Are you okay?” Baekki just nodded his head in response. He still could not believe what he was seeing. Is this really Kim Jira? Taehyun's birth mother? He was not too able to remember clearly the shadow of the figure of Jira who used to know him. Baekki was only 6 years old when he last saw the woman. But looking at those eyes, the nose even the look on Jira's face, Taehyun's shadow suddenly flashed through his mind. At that time, Baekki was sure that she was really Taehyun's mother. They both look so similar.
“Doctor said there was a slight bruise on the back of your head. Once again I'm sorry about that Baek. I have no intention of hurting you.”
“I'm fine, madam.. How did you get to be in Korea? Are you not abroad? I can't even trace your whereabouts madam.”
Jira smiled, her eyes were drawn to form a beautiful arch that felt warm. “I never left Korea Baek. I can't possibly let Taehyun live alone with a cruel woman like Jaehyun's mother. Even if that woman manages to kick me out, but I won't let her touch my Taehyun. Although I can't be around him, but I always see him growing from a distance.” Mumbled wailing.
“My son, Han Taehyun grew up so well. He became a very handsome young man. She always shines like a beautiful star. She's my star Baek.” Jira stared at Taehyun's photo hanging on the wall of the room Baekki was sitting in. Jira stood up, walked towards the wall next to the door and pressed the on button on the room light switch.
A moment later, the lights in the room lit up brightly. That's when Baekki's eyes looked at hundreds of frames attached to the wall of the room with the same object, ‘Han Taehyun’. There are various poses Taehyun small picture until he grows up that plastered there. Including Taehyun's wedding photo with Nara. The pictures were always taken by Jira secretly.
“Mistress, so you're the one who has been—“ Baekki's speech stuck. He looked surprised to the point of not being able to continue the course of the conversation.
“You're right. Your guess is right Baek. I'm the one who sent you those pictures all along. I was just a mother who had been driven out in a dirty way by my husband's mistress. I just don't want him to treat my son the same way. I'm just protecting my son.” Jira paused for a moment. Muffling any form of emotion that seems difficult for him to cover.
“It's like a mother, I want to see my son grow up, take care of him, give him affection. But I don't even have a chance at it. I want to touch him, I want to hug him, he's my son Baek. I always miss him. Therefore, that's why I always follow him, trying to capture every moment of his growth and development, keeping him from a distance” Jira began to sob.
“Mistress, why didn't you come to see Taehyun?”
“Not yet Baek. Taehyun knows me as a cruel mother. A mother dumped him and had an affair with another man. I don't want to confront my son behind the story. I know he hates me so much.”
“You never did both accusations madam. You never dump Taehyun or have an affair with another man!”
Jira nodded. He smiled, grateful when someone still believed him.
“Yoon slandered you, like he slandered me. Make no one believe what we say and then master everything he wants. He's far more dangerous than I ever imagined” Baekki said. Again Jira just smiled meaninglessly.
“That's just a small part of the woman's crime Baek. There are other things you don't know. His biggest goal is to take control of Han’s Group, destroy HS and get rid of Taehyun. That's why I brought you here, Baek. Because I need you to save my husband and son.”.
“I know madam. And I will be happy to help you.” Baekki lowered his head in salute.
“Thanks, Baek. Just like your late father, you are always reliable.” Jira patted Baekki's shoulder slowly while smilingly looking at her.
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Taehyun-Nara’s Room – 03.30 AM
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The sun has not really seemed to be in dispute. The dark still covers the morning of Seoul. Even the slightly dry chill of the autumn air was still so pronounced when he began to infiltrate the small cracks above the windows of their palaces' two-story room. No one is disturbed. The thick roll of the white blanket was still so faithfully protecting the owner from the piercing cold. Both are still asleep, still struggling with each other's subconscious that seems limitless, without gaps and so comfortable. Especially for Nara. The only thing he wanted was to sleep all day. His body feels tired. Even the sore still feels right on both feet. It is quite natural indeed if considering yesterday almost half a day he spent walking down the city of Seoul just to help his best friend find the figure he loved so much.
Slowly Nara's forehead seemed to frown. His closed eyes began to appear disturbed by something that began to feel in there. actually he intended to ignore the taste that revolved in his stomach. He did not want it to interfere with his precious rest time. Nara forced her eyes to shut. Even he slightly twisted his body position, looking for a position that could really make him comfortable. Nara curled up while tightening the white blanket roll on her body. Her free hand she wrapped around her husband's waist, and her head rested on Taehyun's chest. He hopes to fall back asleep in that position.
He's still standing there. Staring at the mirror on the toilet wall with a pale face and a weak-looking body. There was no energy left after all the contents in his stomach he let out. Even his breathing had still not returned to its normal path.
“What happened? You okay?” ask someone who is now walking towards him. The shadow of the man reflected on the mirror looked so handsome even though he had just woken up from his sleep.
“Do you get sick?” ask again. This time his face looked so anxious as he looked at his wife's pale-looking face. Nara did not answer. He just shook his head slowly.
“Hey, your face is pale, Nara. You can't dodge it! Are you feeling bad?” Taehyun touched his wife's forehead with his cold palm.
“I'm fine. Just feeling a little nause”
The atmosphere seemed quiet afterwards. Taehyun stared deeply into Nara's bead of eyes as if he was thinking about something so earnestly. Nobody starts the conversation. Both of them were busy struggling with the opposite direction of their respective thoughts.
“Eummb, is it possible?” muttered Taehyun who looked doubtful.
“Why?”
“Nara, you just feel nauseous? Not feeling anything else? No appetite or something like that—“
Nara fell silent, not quite understanding the intent behind her husband's strange question.
“I just mual” press it again.
“You're not pregnant, are you?”
Nara frowning. The look in her eyes slowly began to turn mysterious as if she was laughing at what her husband had just said. Ah, or even now the girl is considering the right curse for her to make on Taehyun. The clear look of Nara's face is illegible, difficult to describe or describe. Nara walks out of her bathroom, leaving Taehyun who is following her.
“Nara..” Monitor Taehyun. Nara was forced to turn around and look at her husband's face in silence.
“You're pregnant, aren't you?” ask Taehyun again. Nara fell silent. His eyes moved wildly looking at the floor below him like he was worried about something.
“What do you expect? Wish you could make me pregnant just because I did it a few times? Oh, comeon. I'm just too tired.”
Taehyun just stood in his place. The look on his face was clearly dissatisfied with the answer that had just been thrown from his wife's lips. He breathed short. Nara was quite aware of the change in her husband's expression. Actually, she didn't want to get pregnant. She just did not want to give empty hope to Taehyun, she knew enough that her husband really hoped that he would get pregnant and give birth to a child. Moreover, a boy who would clearly strengthen his position within the Han’s Group. Nara was thinking the same thing. He also felt something strange about her. But at least he had to make sure of that first before giving Taehyun a wish.
“Taehyun, sorry. I—“
“Get into bed. Lie down and rest. I'll go downstairs and get you something warm for you to drink.” Taehyun said. The man then walked out of his room and closed the door slowly. Nara was seen staring at her husband's departure with sadness.
“Sorry..” murmured witty.
Taehyun was seen descending the second-floor stairs of his house slowly. The house looked empty and dark at night. But there was something that made the direction of Taehyun's View choked at one point. In his father's office still bright. He glanced at the clock on the wall of the living room pointing at the number 4 in the morning.
“What is he doing so early?” Taehyun. He was interested in walking closer to the white-painted room. The door opened slightly as if it was deliberately pulling Taehyun to get into it. At first he seemed hesitant, but the curiosity that engulfed his body increasingly pushed him to enter.
The door of the room opened, Taehyun walked into it and looked for where the middle-aged man he always called appa was. The desk looks empty. But a groaning voice began to faintly sound in his ears.
“Jira-yah.. Kim Jira..” muttered Mr. Han while sobbing. Taehyun kept twisting his body. He walked towards the white mosquito net that became the barrier between the working space of his app with the guest sofa that was there. Taehyun picked up the white mosquito net before him and started to walk closer. Now he could see the figure lying on a long sofa. His eyes closed while one hand hugged the photo of his mother tightly with the other hand carrying a recording device.
“Jira, I'm sorry.” the window again. Taehyun stood in front of his sleeping app. He looked at the face of his father's old face.
“I miss you. Please, do not go.” the old man cried in his sleep.
Tears slowly flowed in the corner of his eyes and Taehyun so clearly saw that. He breathed short. His heart seemed to be slashed. Pain slowly began to appear within him. Seeing her father in such a state made her feel the same pain. Feel the same longing for Jira. Taehyun took a photo of his mother from Mr. Han's hand and placed the object on the table. He took a blanket on the back of the sofa and placed it in the body of his app which was curled up to hold the cold. Taehyun's gaze turned to his mother's photo again.
“Eomma, you see he misses you so much. He even cried in his sleep because he missed you. Eomma, can't you come back?” the tone of Taehyun's voice sounded vibrating as he said it. He could no longer hold back his tears. But as quickly as he could Taehyun wiped the corner of his wet eyes and immediately walked out of his father's study. He walked to the kitchen, made a cup of warm tea and immediately returned to his room.
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