CHAPTER 8: CHOICES OVER LOVING YOU

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If we were to choose between life over death, of course most of us would rather choose to go have a much better life in existing years, hoping they can see everyone grow up and change, the eagerness of us to live a little longer is always there but the question is, were their always be such thing to have an everlasting life? If ever it did have, are you willing to spend it in a way you wanted to be? With the person you always love?

"Eomma?" After a half day shift, Irene went home with a tired and aching body. Mentally tired because of the things that been happening to her ex's life and the suspicion that her friend had put on her husband's name plus the aching body she had from the emotional breakdown earlier. The woman went straight to the kitchen to see her mother preparing her dinner, it was rare for her to see her mother especially in weekdays, the middle aged woman may not have frequently visited her daughter since then but she always make ways to see her, physically and virtually.

"How's work?" Her mother asked as she helped her from finishing the food she was cooking. A sujebi, it felt like the prosecutor had went back home by how their kitchen smelled with what her mother had cooked. "Your father cooked you a tteokboki and told me to tell you to take everything easily, he wasn't able to come here with me since he insisted that he did not want to left the business to your sister." It felt like a usual day at home were both her and her mother helped each other while they talked about the reasons why her father did not want to left the café to her sister, despite of the distance they had to each other and to the innovative technology that the today's day could offer, her father still never forget to remind her to take everything easy. There's nothing felt like home not even this house of shits that she lives now.

"Tell him that he also needed to take care of his self if he did not want to end up like Mr. Kang." Irene answered shortly making her mother to look at her in question, the prosecutor just shrugged her shoulders and answered. "Got a severe lung cancer and had gotten into a heart attack after he found Seulgi's death." Both of her parents knew about the case she was holding right now and how it was related to her ex, they were not mad nor afraid for her to hold such case that was related to her past as they were comfortable to the fact that their daughter's husband don't give a fuck about the past that they had.

"Poor him, he lost both of his children." Her mother said as she took the bowl of sujebi from her daughter and asked her to fix herself to the dinner table. "Joohyun." The prosecutor looked up to see her mother sitting across her. It's been a while for just  the two of them to have such a talk like this and she knew to herself it was something related to her marriage, it's about having a family.

"Mom, please. I'm tired." Irene sighed. "I thought you did not want me to bear a child? That I'm old and at risk of giving birth, mom, you know that I've been having issues with Junmyeon lately, can we just set this aside first? Time would com-"

"And hopefully, when that time arrived I can still give birth to a wonderful child. Of course that's your line Hyun, just because I've told you that you're old to bring a child, you two were not going to try and that issue you had with your husband was also just a common problem with the other married couples out there but how can they have two, three or more children? Think of it, you're the woman of this house -"

"And I have to give everything to him?" Irene felt her anger had gone too far to her head, as much as she wanted to fight with her dignity, she chose not to, she can't just put herself into a fight with her mother. "Eomma, this is about us now, it's on my hands whether to decide between having a baby or not, as of now, I needed to focus on my job." She turned her back and started to walk out of the kitchen when she heard her mom chuckled and slammed her hands to the wooden table.

"Job? Or is it because it's about her?" The woman asked making the prosecutor to take a deep breathe and also did not forget to remind herself to compose all of her shits inside her body, it would be questionable if she would answer her mother back in a way she wanted to. As much as she wanted to say yes, Irene was forced by her mind and mouth to work together and said,

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