“Mom, don’t answer the
phone.” “Why? Did you fight? Don't hurt a girl. Don't tell her first until the
girl says should break up first."
Maybe it's time for my son
to break up with his girlfriend. But why does my son who doesn't answer the
call is being so mean and my heart bitter?
Where did I see him?’ I
don’t think I know him, and he looks familiar. I was surprised to see a man I
met while entering the TOEFL exam hall at Yonsei University. Sharp jaws,
intelligent, indifferent eyes, no big or small height, the man was my ideal
type I fell in love with him at first sight, not someone I knew.
After the test, I looked a
glance at him and dragged the time. "Did you do well on your exam?"
he asked. I didn't expect he to talk to me. I shook my head from side to side
in surprise and only smiled. "Where do you go to study?" "New
York." "Where?" "Chicago."
When he noticed my
attention, he immediately said, "Would you like a cup of tea?" I was
more surprised and hesitated for a moment, and then shook my head up and down.
He ordered coffee and I said, "Coffee." In fact, I don't enjoy coffee
because it quickens my pulse and makes me dizzy.
I picked up the cup of
coffee. My hands shook and nearly spilled coffee. I managed to take a sip and put
it down. I picked up my coffee cup again, but my hands were shaking with the
faster heartbeat, so I couldn't bring the cup to my mouth. The trembling teacup
has been safely placed on the cup stand, with a rattling sound, but he seemed
to see and heard it. I couldn't lift my head. I was just looking at the flower
patterns drawn in the teacup. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "can
you give me your phone number?" he wrote down my number I was telling. He
stood up, saying he would call soon. My legs trembled and I couldn't stand up.
The first day back home, I
was excited and made a fuss cleaning my room after a long time. The next day,
listening attentively to the ringing of the phone, If things go well, we will
study abroad together. I looked for if there is a good art university in
Chicago. From the third day, I strolled around the phone. The phone rang. I
hung up quickly disappointed by the friend's voice and making the excuse that I
was busy. On the fourth day, I picked up the phone and checked if it had broken
down. On the fifth day, did I get so embarrassed that I gave him the wrong my
number? Or he had written wrong number. I began to feel uneasy. On the sixth day, when I picked up the phone,
there was no sound. The telephone was really out of order. After fixing the
phone, it was the ninth day after meeting the man.
'He must have called on the
seventh day. No, he said he'd call me. No." I put on a blanket and had a
haphazard conception. The phone rang in the distance in a dreamy state that
seemed to have been asleep or awake. "Do you have any phone call?"
"No." "I’m sure I heard a phone ringing." I hung out for a
few days waiting anxiously for the call.
I've lost weight in the bed
so could not see me if I is there or not. "What's wrong? Did you get
dumped? Tell me. You're going to die. Get up~." I just cried without
saying anything. What's wrong with your hair? Go and get your hair done, buy
clothes and play.
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