In the office, people are aware of the changes that are happening to Haneul all-out. After previously criticizing their new director for her style of dress, she changed completely. And somehow, the officers were sad to see her. They are used to seeing Haneul with bright colors and delicate makeup. It is a fashion mecca for the people there.
[Happy lunch!]
Haneul found the little note on her desk and there was a box of fruit salad with her favorite frozen yogurt. The employees instantly kept their distance from her when Eunji returned to the office, but their attention did not diminish a bit either. Haneul is happy, even though she has to go back to using the toilet downstairs.
"Don't hang around in front of me wearing flat shoes, Miss Haneul."
"I forgot to replace it. I'll take my work shoes to the car first. "
Haneul hurriedly disappeared from there to the accompaniment of the sad looks of her employees. She did not let Eunji add to her tantrums anymore. Sometimes, the woman is just looking for an excuse to nag her.
Haneul hurriedly went down the stairs to get to the toilet, then stopped by his car to change his work shoes. He usually wears shoes with heels of 5 to 10 centimeters.
But because of the greater content, she decided to wear shoes without heels if not disputed by the boss. And now she has to throw that hope away.
Haneul walked into the lobby and turned right where her car had been parked since the morning, but from a distance, she could see Myung and her car perched in close proximity. The man smiled and waved.
"It's time for lunch, right?" Myung said hello. He was wearing stylish sunglasses and looked very cool that afternoon.
Haneul nodded in response. "Accidentally came here or happened to pass by?"
"How can it happen to pass by if your office is where I ask Young Master Choi first?"
Haneul laughed as he opened his car door and picked up the work shoes he was going to wear.
"So deliberately take me to lunch?"
"I'm lonely at home alone. Not having you at home feels so different."
Haneul chose not to answer it and was busy changing shoes.
"Why did you replace it? The shoes were more comfortable." Myung took the initiative. He squatted down and helped Haneul change the shoes next to him.
"We have SOP and low heels are not allowed."
"But you are pregnant."
"There are no exceptions." Haneul looked at him straight. "I'm pregnant, not sick. So it's okay."
"Let's get in my car." Myung chose not to respond to the matter and pulled Haneul's hand slowly to get into his car. He wanted something like samgyetang near here, suitable for summer. They will sweat during the day.
**
"Let's go to the hospital," Myung hurriedly asked.
He panicked to see Haneul vomiting violently and then falling down and closing her eyes. She said her head was dizzy, her waist was painful, and her nausea had not subsided. The woman even continued to vomit until there was nothing left to spit out anymore. Myung couldn't allow this any longer.
"I want to sleep at home; it's okay."
"No, we will go to the hospital." Myung remains adamant.
"I want to go home."
"Haneul but—"
"Please take me home."
Myung was silent and forced to obey him. He and Haneul were never in this tense state. The woman also seemed to insist, even though she had vomited and was limp.
Myung's car reached the terrace of the house in a hurry, then he came down with lightning speed to help his wife walk up to the room. But the girl was reluctant to hold on to him. She forced herself to walk, opened her shoes carelessly, and entered first.
For her, Myung is still an untrustworthy stranger in a weak state. Myung stood still in his place. He thought Haneul needed him and wanted to lean on him after everything that happened in their family. In fact, the girl remained adamant, standing alone as fresh as a rock, even though Myung had tried to do her best and be nice to her. The girl kept setting boundaries, boundaries that became more and more clearly visible.
Myung stops daydreaming and decides to see Haneul's state in the room. The girl rolled up in a blanket and closed her eyes.
"You want a drink?" bargains Myung, who knows if Haneul is not really sleeping.
The girl shook her head. Her head hurts and his stomach is nauseous. Maybe she just needs to rest to sleep and lie down.
"I guess you're no longer sick of vomiting after eating. I'm sorry." Myung explained.
The girl next to him did not answer and remained unmoved.
Myung wants to know how much longer this phase of nausea and vomiting will last. They say this is only in the first few days. Her sister, who has two twin boys, said it only lasted for 3 months. And in a rough count, Myung Haneul's content seems to have entered the fourth month. He calculated it carefully from the date his father talked about their wedding for the first time; it was 10 weeks.
Both Haneul and Myung have never raised the topic of their babies so far. Both of them are so silent and avoid it, that it feels awkward to discuss it. It's different if they talk about something else. Maybe later, when Haneul's stomach is even bigger, Myung will start asking about the state of the baby.
**
This morning, Myung was stressed out at home. After yesterday, Haneul spent all day in bed until she fell asleep in the night. Early in the morning, when Myung woke up, the woman was no longer there. He's pissed off at not playing. There was no message, note, or anything that told me where it was going that early.
Myung went to the pantry table, where there were two pieces of homemade club sandwich. The sandwich perched next to the peach juice, hoping there was a note or what was left for it, but still nothing. Again he was irritated. Myung bit his sandwich hard and chewed it full of anger.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Where have you been this early?"
Haneul was surprised to hear Myung's unfriendly answer. He appeared quietly from the door to surprise her but instead unleashed a terrifying counterattack.
"I left the doctor's office and parked my car in the office parking lot.Yesterday I left my car at the office parking. "
Myung took a rough breath.
"Can't you tell me? Or at least leave a message. I wake up and you're gone. Even though it's Sunday, can't you just stay home for a day? You need rest! You need rest! Yesterday you said you were busy because there was going to be a fashion show, then afterward you said you had to clean up all the mess from the rest of the show. You left without telling me. You didn't have my phone number, did you? You can't type a message? Or if it's too hard to share, just so I know where you are. This morning I was looking for you in the fog around the house! "
Myung immediately drank a full glass of water and bribed the second piece of bread to make his mouth chew and stop nagging like before. He was really annoyed. This early was upset by his housemate's partner.
"I'm sorry," Haneul replied without any defense. She don't know why, deep down in her heart, she felt rather happy being hired like that by Myung.
What she planted in her head was that Myung was worried about her. That's all.
"What did you do to the doctor that early?" Myung sounded more relaxed than just now. His tone weakened and became soft.
"Just a regular check because my condition yesterday was a bit troublesome."
"What did he say?"
"Just hormones and don't get too exhausted."
Myung slowly turned to the woman who was somehow wearing very tight clothes.
"But that's okay, right? You guys are... healthy, right? "
Haneul nodded hurriedly without answering him.
"That... Haneul... the... the baby, is it healthy?"
Neither Myung nor Haneul knew why they felt uncomfortable with this topic. Haneul moves restlessly while Myung prefers to look the other way.
"The baby is healthy." Haneul voiced after a while. "I went to my room first."
The woman immediately moved to avoid discussing the topic of sustainable babies. It's more convenient to keep it alone.
**