Tucked In Both Hearts
10. The Story of Jeon

"You want to eat too?"

"What did you say? I'll be fat if I eat this last night." Missed to answer with a chuckle.

A sweet smile, her face beautiful. Isn't this the perfect combination?

"Oh, yeah Je. Can I ask you something?"

"Can."

"I don't think your relationship with Jeff is good."

"Where did you see it?"

"I'm a girl, Je. You know how pekanya and the instinct of a woman who rarely misses. I saw these two days, yes it might be too soon for me to judge, but I feel that indeed your relationship is not good."

"What a look, huh? I don't have a problem with Jeff."

Jeon suddenly changed his face. This was the first time he had told of his status in front of people. Status that he deliberately closed the meeting now he will open. He thought it would not matter if he shared his life story with Miss. That woman was his sister-in-law, not someone else. He was already in the Lim family, just like him.

"Certainly? What makes you and her far away?"

"My status is in this house. So twenty-five years ago, Mama found me in the trash can in front of her house. More precisely in the trash can in front of the gate. I remember, Mama told me I wanted to find me that night. My mom came home from the hospital, he said. Jeff was three years old."

Jeon paused for a moment, The noodles that were in the bowl had started to slightly reduce their heat level.

"Actually when we became children, everything went well. There is no hostility or hatred. Jeff and I got along like big brother in general. Until one day we become teenagers, there must be a change in us, right? Which may be starting to form and begin to be seen clearly. When we are teenagers, more precisely sitting on the bench of Junior High, began to show his original nature that is easily rebellious, angry, a little unruly, just the nature of Kak Jeff is a photocopian from Papa. So if they are put together it is definitely a stir and noisier, because they are also equally stubborn. As you saw yesterday, for a little business they had a fight."

Missed to understand.

"Well from there began to rise to envy in the heart of Jeff's brother the same me. Papa never yells, gets angry, or fights with me. Because I always say what Papa says even though I personally do not want to do it. Papa is hard, what comes out of his mouth must be obeyed. I learned that from childhood, I know my status in this house only as a foster child. That's why I always say what Papa said to Mama. I always follow what they say without even once saying no."

"So Jeff felt his parents were unfair? Because you love her more than you do?"

Longing to hear a little story from her sister-in-law. How can a mother throw her child in the trash. Fortunately there are good people who are willing to accept and sincerely raise it without distinction.

Longing still scrutinized Jeon's face that seemed to withstand the grief.

"Did I open your old wounds? I'm sorry. If only I had known the true events, I would never have asked."

"Nobody opened my old wounds. My wounds are never closed and will forever be open. They will be hurt at all times. Hearing Papa's quarrel and his biological son who always say my name in every scream." Jeon's eyes began to tear.

"The father who always issued a word of defense for me and Jeff's brother who continued to issue swear words for me. I'm sorry if I almost cried, because I never told anyone this. Miss is the first person to know how hard I am to stay here. I've never told this to anyone else, because I don't think there's anything I can be proud of myself. What to be proud of a child who was dumped in a garbage can by his parents."

Jeon couldn't hold back his tears from falling. For him it was used to him crying alone in his room, but it was not unusual for him to cry in front of others. Let alone others, his parents never saw him as he is today. And he did not know, why he showed his weak side in front of Miss, the real woman he had only seen a few months ago and even he had only known her when Missing became his sister-in-law.

Jeon felt ashamed to show his tears, immediately he wiped away the tears that were brazenly free-falling without limit.

"Ah no, this is embarrassing, I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone that you've seen Jeon's tears."

Suddenly Miss made a move to grasp Jeon's hand with both hands. I don't know where Miss is doing that.

"Don't be a strong ass, Jeon. If you want to cry, cry. Tears will not make you a woman. You cannot insecure yourself, you are special to the person who sees you from the heart. Don't think you're useless just because you're dumped in a garbage can. I know being you is very painful. But you meant Mama and Papa. You're their cure of Mas Jeff's stubbornness. Just imagine that you are not in the middle of Mama Sama Papa. They will feel more stressed than now. You're their medicine, Je."

"But I'm on the other side also a poison to others."

"He can't see you on the bright side. You remember what I said, Je. There is beauty in everything, but not everyone can see it. You remember that sentence wherever you are."

"Don't you say that because you feel sorry for me?"

"You saw my face from earlier, try to show me which corner shows me pity for you. We're friends, right? Don't forget you said that this morning."

Jeon breathed a rough breath. I don't know why he was a little relieved by sharing like this. He always asks those around him to share his grief with him, but he forgets that he never shared his problems with anyone.

In another corner of the house, no one realized that they were under someone's supervision and several times took pictures of their togetherness in the middle of a bright, but quiet kitchen.