This is one of the definitions of bad timing. I've been stalling here long enough to get caught up with this woman. I wouldn't have asked the Doctor several questions if I knew this is going to happen. That stern look of hers...it's like she's suspecting me that I've done this to Jun. It's the usual piercing glare whenever she sees me. Too bad, her hunches were always wrong. I don't have even a grain of salt of an idea what was wrong with her son.
Mrs. Lee just stood there while quietly glaring daggers at me as the tension between us grows. If I need answers from all this shit, I would definitely not seek her. She may know something about Jun's condition, but I'm always cautious with her. Even if I do bring it up, she won't spill a single bean, and only words blame will be thrown at me.
"How dare you come here? Haven't I told you before to stay away from my son? I'm going to call the security and—" I smiled as I remembered the same words she had yelled at me before. Nothing has changed, still the same bitch that keeps casting me out. I've never felt this welcomed. This is truly a pleasant reunion for the both of us.
"Oh, I was you worried you wouldn't be coming! I was so nervous about what would the doctors have told me about your son," I turned around to face her up front without a hint of wavering. Eyes staring deep in search of her schemes and lies. "I'm pretty sure you don't want me to hear a single ounce of truth about him. That's what you've planned while I was just a young, naive girl, right?" She gritted her teeth as I saw her pressing her lips together into a frown, and a clenched jaw.
"You have no right to see my son," She said, trying not to cause a scene in public. At least she's aware we're in the MedExpert Co.'s Hospital. A commotion isn't so tolerable here.
"I have a right to accompany your son in this Hospital as I was tasked to do so. Even I have the right to be here, in and out, as a citizen. You are VERY welcome, Mrs. Lee," I responded sarcastically.
"I did not thank you in anything. Stop giving me that sarcasm of yours and get out of my sight!" Her voice echoed in the halls and caught other patients' attention, a few nurses, too. I hate doing this in public, so I'll come back again as long as she's not around. Who knows, I might get my hair pulled the next time she catches me. I won't back out without choosing violence and without a reason.
"I would've already left minutes ago if you hadn't stopped me. Though, it's your lucky day!" I turned my heel to face my back at her and began to walk off towards the exit while I wave goodbye. I stopped by the glass door with moist on its surface from what the rain has caused with the warmth the building was emitting. I wish to stay longer, but there's always a next time.
"...If it weren't for me, your son would have been an outcast for the rest of his life." I uttered under my breath, hoping it was only heard by me and only me. It is a fact that I was the one who approached him first ever since we were little. I pitied him, and I still do. If only this woman appreciated my sincerity, our relationship wouldn't have turned sour.
"May your son be healthy again. I hope he won't get a heart attack this time," Looking back at her frowning face, the door slid open on its own as the cold air entered the hall. The moist from the rain is now embracing me as the door behind me finally closes.
I'll only come back here when the mother's not around. For now, I have to discuss this with my friends. I'm sure they're still shocked about what they witnessed from our class. The main thing that couldn't get off our heads was the petal Jun coughed out. It was so surreal, although everyone joked he ate a flower or from a side dish he had during lunch time. Strange thing was...the chef told us there was never a side dish that contains that certain flower. The cafeteria doesn't have the need to add flowers as side dishes.
What was it called again? It begins with letter M. Mi—Miya—Miso...Myso? My—whatever. I'll ask Bomi about what type of flower it was. I heard her mention its name when that occurred to us.
Two weeks ago, I noticed her scheming through a book she received from her birthday. If I remember it correctly, the book title was "What Flowers Tells Us." That was the first book I saw other than the novels she had read. Maybe it will give me some clue, better yet, learn the new things than always relying to be taught about unnecessary things.
"Tsk...the rain has gotten mad these days," I muttered as I quickly rummaged through my bag to get my umbrella. Pressing the button, the umbrella unwraps itself and opens. The rain prickles down from the building's roof and fell onto my umbrella surface, giving that hard sound of droplets.
Despite the weather looking so gloomy everyday, I've grown used to its monochromatic sceneries. The only place that is so lively and colorful at night due to the numerous neon lights hanged on the bricked walls...is D-36. It is an entertainment district where many adults come to gather. It is said to have the highest rates of crime done every week. Just walking down the alleys of that district is nerve-wracking enough for us not to even dare visit the place. It's filled with thugs, that's for sure.
Moving on, I have to go home and take a long rest after all that shit that has happened today. With that said, a driverless cab arrives and took a ride on my way home. Yes, these cabs don't have drivers. It's the 2XXX century, after all. These cabs are pretty scary at first because you know what I said, no drivers, but this is an automated vehicle called Cabby. It can drive on its own as long as you press the buttons or tell the cab where you want to drop off. It's very convenient if you ask me. Because of this cab, the car accidents are getting lesser over time.
"Please take me to D-13, Cabby," I ordered the cab after shutting its door.
"Cabby will bring the passenger to District 13," A cheerful child AI spoke as a brief jingle played within the cab as purple lights blinked at the corners of the doors. It is a sign that the doors will remain shut for protection purposes. It will only be opened when Cabby acknowledges your order. Inside the cab, the seats will make you warm. I could even lie down however I want. No one could see through these car windows unless it's wide open. As I relax within the cab for 30 minutes, I finally reached home.
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Location: Hana-Puellaweo City — A Class-District 13
Weather: Rainy
After Cabby dropped me off in front of our household, I've noticed through the windows that the lights were off. Dad must've came home earlier than usual. Whatever the reason may be, I still have to deal with him venting his problems. After all, I am the only one he has left in this family. My mother? She passed away a year ago due to a severe illness. The two of us are still mourning, but trying our best to keep each other close.
I stood before our doors after passing through the gates. I was about to press the code by the knob when the door suddenly swung open. "Ah, you're home late. Where have you been?" My dad looked at me concernedly as he scanned and turned me around. He does this every time I get home a bit late. His mood right now gives me the relief he wasn't moping tonight. I smiled at him and chuckled between my words.
"Stop, you're making me dizzy! I was out because I was instructed to check on my classmate who was sent to the Hospital this afternoon," I explained while he kept checking on my uniform. He released a long sigh and tapped my shoulder before stepping out of my way for me to come in. The door shuts behind me as a ring played afterwards.
"Yeah? Which classmate? Did something happen?" Dad carefully took my bag as we both went upstairs. I followed him sluggishly as I was exhausted from my long trip. He opens my room's door for me and placed my bag down next to my table while I rushed towards my bed, flopping on the sheets.
"My classmate fell ill and fainted before our professor could even enter the classroom. So, I was told to check on him after class," I looked at my dad while I remain lying in bed. He raised a brow as soon as he heard that I called them a 'him.' I know what he's trying to ponder right now.
My daughter? With a boy? Keeping secrets now, are we? There's no way she's being courted with that stern face of hers—that sort of thought. "Who's 'he' you're referring to?" Father asked while crossing his arms with his back against the side of the door's frame. I rolled my eyes and sat up from the best just to look at him and explain he knows who that person was.
"Could you stop assuming things that is unlikely to happen?" Dad shrugged as a response. "It's the boy you and mom liked the most. Lee Hyo Jun," I told him in a serious tone. Of course, he took it as a matter that wasn't to be brought up again. But he still tried his best to give me an advice regarding it.
"I've told you time and time again that you mustn't let what mom had told you before get you. Just because we had a feud with his mother doesn't mean we must turn a blind eye from their struggles," He fell silent for a moment before changing the subject.
"Dinner is right downstairs. Come down when you ready or when you feel like it," Finally giving me some time to rest and think, he grabbed for the knob and gently shuts the door. As soon as his foot steps get fainter from afar, I heaved out a heavy sigh and started punching my pillow. I finally let a few of my frustrations out. It took me a few seconds for my arm to get weak while giving the pillow a lousy pounding.
I was always told not to get mad about how Jun's mother treated me since childhood. I could never forget those eyes that stares right though me—the loath she expresses towards me by just staring down at my existence. It's her eyes that gave me a reason not to look at anyone. My friends knew this, but they were still hopeful I would be able to look at them in the eye sooner or later.
Even now, I try my best to look at people whom I dislike to fight against their hateful eyes. That way, I could build up my courage...and perhaps be shameless even for once. But I don't understand why I can't look at Jun like the way how I look at those who treated me well. There must be a reason for it.
Just when I was about to close my eyes for a nap, my phone muffled ringing made me jolt up from the bed. As I went to get it, a message pops up in my notification.
[Yoona, we have to talk]
It's Bomi.