Aksa went to Jakarta. Hana and Ahra drove him to the airport. At the airport, Aksa hugged his wife back.
"When you get there, don't forget to call me!"
"Okay, take care of yourself, honey. Anyway, if you go anywhere you have to be with Ahra. Understood!" said Aksa, giving the mandate.
"Yes."
"Ahra, I'll leave my wife. Don't let her wander around Seoul City. I'm afraid she's kidnapped by Korean men here!" Aksa asked Ahra.
"Yes sir, I will take care of Mrs. Hana as best as I can," Ahra replied, smiling stifled hearing Aksa's words offending Korean men.
"Okay, I have to get my boarding pass first. You guys go home!" Aksa then walked to the boarding pass for her plane ticket.
Hana then smiled as she waved her hand. And as Aksa got further away, Hana's smile slowly turned into a sad face. She couldn't recognize Aksa at all. She could only recognize Aksa among the crowd by his clothes and the color of his suitcase.
