As I entered through that door, I was struggling with both my astonishment and my opinions.
Meanwhile, he was trying to say something in Korean, of course, I did not try to understand what he said. Then he put his hand on his face.
I took a deep sigh.
I started listening to him with all my attention.
He was still saying something in Korean. The last time I told him I didn't speak Korean.
This time he started by saying okey to form words that I do understand.
I intervened again and told him that my English was not very good and that he had to speak slowly.
WHO: "Okay, I understand I'll talk slowly. Do you remember getting in the truck?
After Dan said that, I was a little embarrassed, I said the truth without distortion.
"Thank you, I don't know what happened after I hit my head, I don't know how I got here. I don't remember. Where did you find me and how did you get me here?"
He smiled a little too. "Come on, let me explain this while having breakfast, I know you're hungry, you've been sleeping for almost a day. I don't know how long you've been sleepless." said.
He was right, indeed, I could not sleep properly for a week. I was sleeping late and waking up early. I was content with a 4 to 5 hour sleep nowadays.
I approved him and went to the kitchen with him, I don't know where this courage came from.
I seemed to have known him for years, and his face was like the kid I had seen in my dream, but I didn't want to be excited, although I wasn't sure.
When we got into the kitchen I asked him his name
Kim: "It was written on the note, but I think you forgot my name is Kim Dan."
I said, "No, I remember, but I still wanted to ask for a tangent pass. Yes, if we are in the kitchen, tell me what happened, we will have breakfast soon." Sure I would soon fall into the always asking mode as if the boy and his father were talking, but anyway.
He spoke carefully, clearing his throat. "Actually, I was the manager of Nutella companies in Turkey, but I was going back to my country I decided to Korean companies to manage.
My eyes were wide open when he said it. I wanted to shout out of my joy. I wanted one eye, God gave two eyes. Anyway, I shouldn't have laughed too much or he could get it wrong.
While I was at the airport, several crews called me and said they found a lady in one of the trucks carrying Nutella at the airport where I was. I immediately went to where the truck was and found you. I tried to wake you up but you didn't wake up. My plane was going to take off, I had to catch up with him, but I didn't want to leave you alone and took you with me because I didn't want you to have any problems when you woke up.
"By the way, I didn't change your clothes. Don't be afraid, I asked a lady servant. , she didn't hurt me."
I felt a relief in my thoughts in the background, I guess it must have been a great thing to have so much action and to know someone like this after all this, but the only problem was that I had to restrain my feelings maybe the man had his wife or lover.
I shouldn't have amplified my feelings along with my own happiness.
Why do you think like this? Do not say Sanem, what would you do if you felt the heart palpitations I am feeling now? But I didn't think this man had a wife, he would have rushed out of nowhere, or would have had a ring or something, so he didn't have a wife, but I think he has a girl friend.
I strayed from my own thoughts.
"Thank you very much, I don't know what to say, but I have to make a statement. I was a Nutella lover. I saw it in front of the grocery store on my way to work. I wanted to stop and buy it because I thought I could have snacks here and then I saw that they haven't put them in the market yet, I was in a hurry. I'll get behind the truck, I'll get it." And I was going to pay for it. But then the door was closed. Even if I shouted, they didn't hear. I was going to call, but the truck moved and I fell to the ground. For a while I could not recover. I shot my head.
He told me to wait and went to get his phone.