The Liar And Her Love

Ryan's Day - 05

I was looking at Rona in that Indian outfit while clenching on the whiskey glass in my hand.

She walked closer to me. "Are you even permitted to drink?" She asks with a frown.

Had she walked until infront of me already!? I didn't even realise that.

"What?"

"You can't drink, you are in high school" and I smiled and took a sip.

"I'm 21, Rona" I said and she nodded.

"Rona? That's her name?" Some asshole guy walked towards us as he took a glass from the open bar.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked with a frown.

"Oh hey, I'm Raj, the bride's younger cousin. I live in Mumbai" he said.

And then looked at Rona. "Are you Rona?" He asks.

"Yes, I am" she said and looked back and forth and then he snickered.

"Rona means to cry in Hindi. You must be full of tears" He said and Rona looked confused.

"You were born for a sad life" he said and what the fuck. Rona looked extremely taken off guard.

"Rona also means joy in Hebrew and strength in korean. To cry, doesn't mean sadness, it's an expression of overwhelmed feeling. We also cry when we are happy and when we finally achieve what we have been working for. I think it's beautiful" I said and looked at Rona, maintaining the eye contact.

"You are?" The guy asks as he sips his drink.

"Her friend" I responded and he nodded. I elaborated further.

"Seo Ryan" I said and he frowned before nodding.

"What are you to the bride and groom" he asks and I smile.

"I'm their younger brother" He looked confused as I walked away pushing Rona out of there. A few seconds later I realised her top didn't have much of a back and my hand is in direct contact with her back.

Both of us were just there standing when I realised Rona was too silent. Why isn't she fighting?

I held her wrist and took her to the side. It was a patio next to the garden. Where there was no crowd, just Taehyung hyung taking a call in a distance.

I sat her on the arm chair and pulled a stool sitting close to her.

"Rona did you take his words close to your heart?" I asked and she looked at me in tears a little bit.

"He didn't say something wrong. They say a lot holds to a name but do you know how I was named?" She said and looked at me.

"I never tried looking for meaning into my name. Because there was no meaning behind giving me my name" she said and I was confused.

"What why?" I asked and she took a deep breathe.

"My dad was drunk somewhere when I was delivered. My mom was abused and was covered in bruises. She gave birth prematurely because of her weak health and abuse. She could barely even speak, let alone give me a name. She wasn't able to for a while month.

I had no name for a while until some charity people came to volunteer at the community hospital and me and my mom were in.

I was named by a volunteer who felt pitty. I'm literally out of pity." She said and I couldn't help but what to hug her. Holding myself back.

"Who told you this bullshit" I asked.

And she looked at me and chuckled.

"It's one of the many gossips between my neighbours and relatives I overheard." She said and I rolled my eyes grabbing her hands tightly.

"That's bullshit, they are gossips-" the interrupted me.

"Gossips about my mom were never wrong. I was raised in a neighbour which knew everything about each other." She said and I rolled my eyes again.

"Rona there is nothing like that-"

"Ryan, My father is an alcoholic and my mother was a prostitute who got knocked off by the wrong guy who married her with the promise he'll get her out of the business only to force her more into it for money where she ended up contacting HIV and is lying in a hospital. Every single gossip about her was true, as much as I love my mother she does not have an honourable past. You won't know, everyone worships your mom" She said and I was taken back.

I closed my eyes and looked at her again.

"It's not a competition but trust me. A prostitute is a better past than an abuser who ruins their children. Everyone worships my mom? Her own children don't even consider her worthy of a death anniversary memorial." I said and she looked at me.

"And you are not your parents, neither me or noona. No one is. You don't have to love them if they destroy you. Rona you are a child, you are allowed to be happy" I said and she looked at me.

"It's times like these when I genuinely realise Ryan is a big boy" someone said and I flinched almost falling over Rona's lap to look at the tall woman standing behind me.

Taehyung hyung in the distance was looking at us with his jaw on the ground and the hand holding the phone falling off a bit.

While the woman smiled.

She was quite and sneaky as usual.

The Park Jiha.

"Hey Ryan, My potential sibling in law." She jokes and I scoffed calming my heart.

"Fuck noona, you scared me" I said and she chuckled.

"I was meaning to" and with that she gave Taehyung hyung one look and walked in carrying her black duffel bag.

I looked at her and Rona looked at me.

"Jiha noona, jimin hyung's twin sister' I said and she nodded.