Chapter 49
(Jin Ah POV)
There are mixed feelings as I am waiting at the inmates' visiting area at Seoul Correctional Centre. Many people are waiting to meet with the inmates. The person being locked up might be their family members, husbands, sons, or friends. As for me, I come here because my ex-boyfriend wants to see me and my husband. He has been calling my husband three times last week that my husband finally agreed to see him.
I bite my fingernails as I am so nervous. I do not know what to expect from this meeting. I do not want to meet him because there is nothing more that I want to say to him. Especially now, when Hyo Jin said he might know about Jae Wook. I don't think this is a good idea but it is too late to bail out as we are already here.
Jung Hyuk oppa takes my hands and pulls them from my mouth. "Don't bite your nails, it's not good."
I don't say anything to him but just let him hold my hands as I am nervous. I am still not talking much to my husband because I disagree with this visit but he insisted. 'Maybe he has a story to tell and we should listen to him the very least.' That is what he told me when he agreed to the prison guard and schedule this visit. It is nice to have a kind-hearted husband but sometimes his kindness can give you unnecessary anxiety. Like what I am experiencing right now.
I am not sure if he is thinking far about the outcome of this meet but knowing Ri Jung Hyuk, he knows what he is doing and he has at least one reason why he is doing things. He doesn't say much either as he knows I am mad at him still. All he did is scrubbing his thumb over my hand and hold it firm. I can sense he is nervous too but he just not saying it.
3 pm. The gate from the area opposite us open and one by one of the inmates come out and took a seat at their designated seats. All in a proper line with a police officer chaperon each of them. Once they are seated, I can see the visitors get up and begin to make their way to meet the person they are visiting. It's just Jung Hyuk and me who are still seated and not getting up.
We wait for more to see if the person who wanted to meet us will come out. I give my husband a 15 minutes time grace. If he doesn't show up, we will leave the place. Five minutes later, a prison guard come out through the gate while pushing a man in the wheelchair. Even though he looks so gaunt, thin with a messy beard but I can recognize him from afar. The officer placed him at the vacant viewing cubicle at the end. He is looking at us but still neither my husband nor I move.
"Come on," finally Jung Hyuk stands up and pulls my hand to get me up. "We don't have much time."
I slowly lift myself from the seat and walk slowly towards the end of the viewing window. I have no words to utter seeing him like that. He looks 10 years older than his real age. White hairstreaks have begun to appear on his head and fine lines are apparent on his face. He smiles at us first when we approaching him.
I am in a state of stoic. Moving like a robot just following my husband's lead. Jung Hyuk pulls the chair for me and slowly put me to sit before he sits next to me. My mind shut off and I only snap into reality when my husband passed me the phone receiver and I see Oh Soo already holding his waiting for me to talk to him.
Jung Hyuk put the phone in my hand and nods; giving me permission to talk to him. I put the phone on my ears and just wait.
"How are you, Jin Ah ya?" finally, Oh Soo starts the conversation by greeting me.
"I....I'm fine and happy with my life," I want to make it clear to him that I am contented with my life. I don't want him to have weird thoughts of me coming to see him.
He smiles, "I can see that. You may think I am lying but I am happy to see you happy. Thank you for coming."
"I don't want to come. My husband is the one who insisted after you keep calling him."
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