The anger of friend's

Traffic was heavy on the way to Chelsea in Manhattan. A classmate who lives in Seoul held a solo exhibition In the gallery-rich area of Chelsea, New York. He is a popular artist in Korea. Finally he came all the way to New York! I was proud that even the poor artist could succeed and live well. I was impatient to see him soon.

The friend who surrounded by crowds had turned unrecognizable wonderful. Looking at him from afar, I went back to my college days.

Boys at art colleges were poor unlike girls. Especially from the countryside, he was even poorer. When it's time for him to pay his tuition, other boys were as worried and pensive as if their situation. Even after class, he sat in the classroom with a serious face. He wasn't drawing, he didn't have any money to go out to have fun.

I called him home because I wanted to talk more with him. How funny he was who used to be so silent and depressed. We talked all night. "Hey, you know him." Stuttering our memory, we went back to our school days with a series of "you know him or her." The story of his unfulfilled past love, which all our classmate knows, finally popped up into the air of drink.

He dated our junior for a long time. But she faced stiff opposition from her parents for being a poor artist. Eventually, she couldn't overcome the opposition of the whole family and chose a rich man.

He went her wedding, but her brothers who grabbed his both arms kicked him out. She got married and left for a foreign country. The wound left his young days in agony. It's been a long time, but everyone has been quiet with the story of his grief.

But is the path to life so smooth? She quietly returned to Korea after her husband failed in business. And she showed up at his exhibitions when his name became known as a successful artist. Not long ago, she called him and asked him to meet her, but he refused with a mixture of irritable voices.

Because it's no good for his wife who believed and married the poor and hopeless artist made him now what he is. Rather than talking about the unfulfilled love of old, he was expressing anger at the old wounds he had received for his poverty.

"It's a big mistake not to choose you. It's a blessing for you." We comforted in chorus. "Under any circumstances, we should not oppose the marriage of our children. Okay. You get it. Do you understand me?" My friend threw up his grudge in drink.