As we walked, JK turned to Appa with a curious expression. "I have a doubt," JK said. "Why did you stop me when I was about to talk earlier?"
Appa's expression turned solemn. "My wife, whom you met yesterday, is my second wife and Yn's stepmother. I said she was similar to her mother, my first wife..."
JK's eyes widened as the truth dawned on him. "So, Kim Sophie is Yn's real mother?"
Appa nodded. "Yes, but how did you know her name?"
JK explained, "I followed her to the graveyard this morning and saw the name on the tombstone."
Appa's eyes clouded over. "Ah, I see... She gets angry when someone talks about her mother anything badly so I stopped you as you thought her stepmother as mother ."
JK's confusion deepened. "But there's so much to know about Yn's past..."
You slowed down to match their pace, and I turned to Appa with a curious expression. "Appa, what are you going to do now?"
Appa seemed evasive. "About what, Yn ?"
My eyes narrowed. "About your wife..."
Appa's response was vague. "You'll see when we get home."
I nodded, and the group continued walking in silence. Upon arriving home, I opened the door to the sound of skin slapping and moaning coming from my stepmother's room.
In the hall, my sister was caught in a position ( he was on top of her on couch) with her boyfriend, who was pressing her breast and kissing her aggressively. I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, having never seen anything like this before.
JK noticed my reaction . I went near JK and I leaned in towards him from side to whisper something, he mirrored my movement, his ear inches from mine.
"I asked, bewildered, "Why are they sucking on each other's lips? And isn't it wrong to touch a woman's breast before marriage?"
JK explained, "When they suck on each other's lips, it's also called kissing. And touching a woman's breast isn't wrong unless she's not okay with it."
I looked at JK with surprise. "Oh, you know a lot!"
JK simply replied, "I know."
Just then, Appa tapped on my sister's shoulder to get her attention. She opened her eyes, saw Appa, and quickly pushed her boyfriend away.
We both stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold.
Lia nervously said, "Appa, you're back..."
Appa scolded, "Shut up! If I hadn't come, you two would have made out right here. Do you have any common sense at all?"
I looked at JK with confusion, "What does 'make out' mean?"
JK's response was blunt, "It means having sex."
I said, " if they are having sex why slapping sounds are coming ."
JK's face contorted in disgust, "Ugh, God! Am I going to marry this innocent girl? Oh God..."
I looked at him, unsure what he meant. "What?" I asked, my voice laced with innocence.
JK sighed, "When they have sex, the skin slapping sound is like a clapping noise."
I was curious, "Why does it make that noise?"
JK tried to pull me towards him, "Come, I'll show you."
But I held back, "No thanks."
The skin slapping sound grew louder, and Appa headed towards her room.
Lia tried to stop him, "No, Appa, she's working."
