Trapping a Man's Husband
Annyeong Haseyo
The atmosphere this morning still looks foggy and dark, the sun has not greeted and showed a beautiful tinge of light. In a village about 100km from the capital, some villagers still sleep on their cozy, warm beds. However, not with the figure of the girl named Bunga, the girl seemed to pedal her bicycle down a steep road leading to a market.
In the morning, Bunga did help how many vegetable traders in the market, not far from the orphanage where he lived. After completing his activities in the market until 08.00 am, he moved to a minimarket to become a cashier, such is the daily life of Bunga. The girl worked from sunrise until the sun was almost drowned, but she did it sincerely to help the finances of the Orphanage where she lived. Although, in fact he wanted to help more, but that was all he could do, there were not many jobs in the village, let alone he was just a high school graduate, where the current incident that is needed by large companies is a workforce that has a bachelor's degree.
While pedaling her bike, the girl seemed to yawn as she muttered softly. "God, can I be as lucky as Sin Ha-Ri or Secretary Kim who is loved by the CEO they work for? Why is their fate so lucky? Jesus, flower-conscious, it's just drama, real life is cruel, more cruel than a stepmother disguised as a real mother. Anyway, where is there a CEO who's interested in a girl who smells like my rich vegetables? Hahahaha.." The girl's loud laughter came to a halt along with the speed of the bike which also stopped at the market where she was about to start her activities.
"Annyeong haseyo," the girl greeted several people who passed her. However, instead of getting a counter greeting, but what he got was question mark gazes from those people. "Kok natapnya that's it? No slang, Korean language just don't know, "the monologue Flower on himself when walking to the stall owned by Mother Rica, where he worked.
"Good morning, Miss Rik." Hearing the greeting, of course Rika felt annoyed. "Heh the corpse flower, how dare you call me Burik?"
"Why did Miss Rik, also call me a carcass flower? Her name is Bu Rika, right? Is it wrong that I was short as Burik? Didn't Miss Rik know that in Makanda Country, Ms Rik means perfect beauty?"
"Landfather Makanda? Where is it, man? How new is it?"
"Oh, it's in the border area of the Indian Ocean and Antarctica."
"Oh in the middle of the sea? Cool as well."
"Riap Bu Rik, chalang haeyo."
"Good Flower! Don't speak the language of Maria Mercedes!"
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Sorenya..
Under the dim light of twilight, Bunga pedaled his bicycle, paddling his feet was not too fast, because in addition to being tired, the girl also carried a lot of stuff on her bike. After work, he often carries discarded items where he works. At Bu Rika's vegetable stall, she often asked for unsold vegetables, and could not be stored for tomorrow because of the risk of rot, while in the mini market, he said, he often brought over expired food that his owner had thrown away. For them, maybe the items are meaningless, but not with him and the residents of the orphanage.
When he had just parked his bike, I was horrified by the babbling of several children at the orphanage to Mother Sukma, the owner of the orphanage, since suffering a stroke, the physical Bu Sukma was not like before, so as the oldest occupant, Bunga automatically takes over the responsibility of the orphanage. "Bu Sukma, when will Brother Bunga come home? We're hungry, we haven't eaten anything since, ma'am."
"Please children, soon Brother Bunga will be home." The flower that heard their conversation from behind the wall seemed to be squeezing his chest, it was so painful to hear those innocent souls that it was starving. "Oh my God, match me with a handsome and rich widower like Song Jong Ki."
NOTE: Good morning, it's been a long time ago othor didn't write here. Annyong haseyo's?