The 30'S Club
Chapter 15's

Chapter 15: The Story of Min Seola

By nightfall I was saying goodbye from Bit Na's house. Our residence was only a few blocks away, I decided to walk to my house. Along the way I kept thinking about Bit Na's question. I almost forgot that I had been married for two years, and was kicked sadistically out of my ex-husband's house.

Well, let me tell you a little bit about my story.

I am Min Seola, the little girl from the orphanage who was raised when she was 4 years old. When I was 16, my adoptive parents' business went bankrupt. My mother divorced my father, and married his past lover while my father ended his life. 

After that I decided to drop out of school and work part-time at a street stall. Where I work close to a textile factory, almost every month local residents complain about factory waste polluting their environment. As compensation, the company is willing to send children from families affected by the plant.

“Go, take this and register yourself,” Song Pil Ju said, handing over a letter.

Song Pil Ju, the employer at the tavern. The woman every day dressed up in menorang and stylish fun.

“Quick go!,” he snapped while pushing me outside the store.

It turned out that it was the family card and the affidavit from Song Pil Ju that I was his family child and Pil Ju the legal guardian that took care of me. Of course the company did not take a headache and passed me off as a recipient of school assistance.

In the years that followed, Pil Ju was getting rougher and greedy. He's the only one who's suing the company to hire me.

“Do not mess around and graduate on time. After you work, some of your salary will be cut for the company,” he said upset while throwing a college registration form.

I decided to go to college while working. Every month I take the time to look at Pil Ju. Pil Ju's condition has been worrying me for a long time. When it closed, she lived with a man I didn't know. The man said he worked out of town and only came home occasionally. 

All over Pil Ju's body was covered in bruises. Without asking much questions, I took care of her. Even if I don't like Pil Ju's rude nature, but I owe him a favor.

“Do not come back again,” Pil Ju said.

I'm the one who's compressing his body just shut up.

Hygiene ...

“Seola yes ...,” call Pil Ju slowly.

“When I was your age no one bothered to send me to school. Everyone is busy with their fun. Even when I left home until today, no one was looking for me. But why do other people who are not my family always come,” asked Pil Ju in despair.

Pil Ju pulled a blanket over her body. I cleaned the remaining water dripping around the Pill Ju mattress.

“No one helps you sincerely, they want more rewards. Are you going to be quiet when someone touches you? I saw you not reacting when those brazen samchons touched your ass. That's why I treated you harshly so that you also show your anger,” Pil Ju said.

“I did not react because I was afraid, I chose not to get angry that day, because we needed money from them,” I replied.

“Pil Ju-Ssi, please don't blame yourself,” I said shut the room door.

After that day, Pil Ju always refused to meet me. Pil Ju eventually died of severe illness. The health worker didn't let me open the body bag, the process of burning the body was done in a closed manner.

***

The air was getting colder, I walked quickly to arrive soon.

I almost hit someone in a hurry.

“We'll see you again Min Seola, my wife,” a voice greets cynical Seola.  

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