Blessing | Taekook

8. My Busan Trip

Sometimes escape feels like a key to freedom. When you are living in a closed space, your thinking limits to it, your brain thinks that it's all. My marriage to Eunwoo was a closed space which didn't let me see the world outside of it. I was brainwashed since the start that how a perfect marriage should be. However, the definition I told was the wrong one. I was told my duty in marriage, but I was not taught how should be I treated.

Anyways, let's not dwell on it more. Then one day, life give me a window view of how my life could be different outside the walls of my marriage. And that was the day of my birthday when I went to Busan with Manager Kim. Obviously, Eunwoo was kind of angry at me, for not thanking him and going on with his plan of showing off. He called me a bunch of times but I ignored it sending a message that this is how I want to spend my day. When he doesn't care about other days then why this one?

"Where did the pretty aunty go?", a girl probably nine years old asked me. When I came here, the staff welcome me so warmly then I met all three hundred plus kids that this orphanage was providing for. It was like a organization run by the profits of the clothing company and I didn't knew my mother was an angel to all these souls until I met them. All of them were innocent faces, having shiny eyes and pretty smiles.

"The pretty aunty was my mom, she is in heaven now.....", I said, smiling weakly. "Will she never come back?", the girl spoke and I shook my head, "No dear she will not. I will try to take care of you all.....", I smiled, I hoped that I would do good for these kids. Now, looking at them, I really wanted to work hard to make that company a success so I could expand this place and help as many angels as I could.

"Thankyou...... Ju-ju....", the girl was having hard time pronouncing his name so he said, "You can call me kookie....", I smiled. It's okay I don't mind them calling me from my pet name, because my mother used to call me by this name. I was so immersed in my talks to see soft eyes of manager Kim on me. For me all of these were kids and for him, well, I was in them. He looks at me in the same way, with soft, merciful and caring eyes. Sometimes I think maybe it's just me who sees it. I looked up and he looked away, maybe due to being caught.

"O-oh you are kookie? I now remember I have seen you....", one of the other girl spoke she was sixteen.  I looked at her, "Yes, aunty showed us your wedding pictures.... You were the most beautiful groom I have ever seen..... She held a party for us as well, when you got married..... Is this handsome uncle your husband?", she pointed at Manager Kim.

My breath hitched, when she called him my husband. Our eyes met and I couldn't read how he felt about it but my cheeks turned pink out of nervousness as if I was being caught with my silent thoughts, that I have in bed, thinking of him, I chuckled awkwardly, "No, um.... he is umm... he is my friend...", I smiled, now how would kids understand who a manager is.

"Is your husband handsome as well?", she spoke. Do I find him handsome? I am not sure about it
Handsomeness is not about features or a good body all the time. You find the person handsome when his way of treating you is good as well. I just weakly nodded. "Less handsome than him or more handsome than him....", the girl spoke.

"Enough girls..... What I have told you about ethics of conversation....", their home teacher spoke.

"W-we are sorry, kookie. We were just curious....", the girl said, now ashamed a bit. "It's okay.... ", thankfully I was saved from answering her.

I chuckled awkwardly saying, "Kids these days..... ",  Manager Kim smiled too, "They just wanted to know more about your grace..... ", I guess he didn't mind it and he just took it like kid's mischievous question.