You Will Marry Me!
My hero uncle
All the food was on the dining table. Some household assistants alternated checking the completeness in the dining room.
One of them, stopped next to a man who had been sitting there.
"Already, Sir. Does the master want something else?" ask the middle-aged woman. Maybe she's the most senior housekeeper in the house.
"That's enough! Does he eat regularly?" ask the man
"Yes, Sir. He always eats on time when he's home." replied Art
"Yes, do your other work."
Half-running steps are heard climbing on the black ceramic floor with a cloud pattern in it.
"I miss you so much, Uncle!" said the man with the blue body hugging the man who had been waiting for him at the dinner table from behind.
The middle-aged man smiled, stroking Ye Jun's shoulder. Then stand facing one of the Idols in his country
"Why do you look so skinny?" he said as soon as he finished hugging Ye Jun.
"Uncle is the same" he replied
"Then let's finish all this food!" said the man pulled the chair next to him
"Please sit down master Ye Jun!" heed
The same thing Ye Jun did anyway, the man pulled one of the chairs anyway.
"Please sit down my proud hero" he said full of smiles and warm looks.
The two laughed and spent their lunch full of jokes.
Almost two hours after they finished eating. The two men of different generations were talking in the living room. The usual house was only inhabited by Ye Jun and the three housekeepers turned warmer, as if having a complete family of no parents and children.
"Take care of your health, Ye Jun. Never forget to take vitamins."
"Yes, Uncle. I never forgot your message."
"Hm ... Uncle!" Ye Jun gave a small flat-shaped box
The man's forehead wrinkled, "What's this for?" tannya
"Please don't refuse this time! I'll go far, I can't see you for a long time." Ye Jun explained, his gaze was so expecting the man's willingness to accept it
"You can call me anytime! I don't need this!" rebut
"Then let me transfer it to your account." Ye Jun was whining
"Ck! Huh!" The middle-aged man clucked and breathed
"If neither of you is allowed, Uncle will come with me, or let me cancel this tour!" Ye Jun scolded
"You're threatening me?! Huh!" look at that guy
"Hey ... You're old. Don't be like this! I'm ashamed to see it, hahaha"
Ye Jun hugged the man he called the uncle.
"I love you, Uncle. Please live in peace, you no longer need to work hard. I've succeeded." Ye Jun hugged his uncle, crying.
"Hey! You're even crying now?" uncle Ye Jun held both of his shoulders.
"Don't crybaby. Alright ... Alright. I'm gonna take this. Stop crying!" heed
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Ye Jun waved his hand, wiping away the tears that occasionally fell without command.
The beaked man looked at him with a smile from the glass window balim of the train.
"Pursue dreams. I'm gonna make a lot of money so you can go to music school. Trust everyone on, Uncle." Ye Jun recalled his memories long ago, the figure of a man who fought tirelessly willingly dedicate his entire life to just an 8-year-old boy.
"Uncle! Can I work to help you?" Ye Jun recalled again, this time he was already almost 15 years old.
Since then Ye Jun who has entered adolescence became a food deliveryman in a small restaurant owned by his mother who is now controlled by his uncle.
"Thank you, Dad!" Ye Jun wiped away the tears, turning around to go home
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"First of all, it seems that your prince is not as bad as my initial judgment. Hm ... Not bad it is!
Second ... He also has a high tolerance spirit. So I'll work well for him!"
Sahara is busy stuffing her clothes into a suitcase, while exchanging stories with Jeny over the phone.
Ara also asked how Jeny's condition and the development of her pregnancy. Both of them told me until they forgot about time.
"I'm even in the hospital now. Tomorrow this child will be born! I'm really impatient"
"Oh yeah? It feels like you just said you were pregnant!"
"Haha ... You're this. I was pregnant for almost 6 months."
"really? What's in your stomach is a baby? I can't believe anyone's pregnant as sideways as you."
"Of course it's a baby! He's even very healthy. I'll still look like a girl even if I'm pregnant, Ara."
"Well! So arrogant. I'll clap in front of you if I see your cheeks stye and your arms as big as my thighs if you give birth later! Just look!"
"You are!"
The two continued to joke, unaware that all of Ara's clothes in the closet had moved into the suitcase.
"Oh yeah, Jen. The key to this house should I leave it to the owner, yes, I didn't have time to give it to you!" Ara remembered something
"You just take it!" answer Jeny, please,
"Aren't you coming back, Ara?"
"Of course I'll be back, I want to see your son too."
"Then just take it!"
"Well, may your labor be good Jeny."
"Thank you, Ga Eun Sahara!"
"Take it!" the girl turned cranky
"Ga Eun!"
"Don't call me by that name!" answer Ara flat
"Don't lose your identity! You're Korean!"
"No!"
"Haha ... Okay then! Hye!" Jeny hung up.
I'm a Korean, I'm not Ga Eun, I'm Sahara. Salsabila Sahara. Ara laid her body on the mattress staring at the ceiling of the room a moment ago ... Slumbers.
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