{Bambam pov}
Having my less-radish-kimchi-ramen, I slurped the noodles deliciously.
That old lady.
The one that Hae yeon brought away back then.
She came here, this time sitting beside me.
"Child, go and comfort her. She's been hiding too long." She said as she closed her eyes, letting a tear dripped.
"She's not far from here. She keeps on walking heer, admiring the noodle shop. But she said, she said she can't do anything. Please do something. Please help me. My child. My child is suffering." She continued slowly.
I was shocked how she could remember me and for counting on me.
She told me she live just behind the noodle shop.
The dirty, and messy roadside. The garbage, cupboards, plastics and cans everywhere.
I saw her.
Cleaning those up.
With a sorrow face.
I came up to her step by step making her flustered as she looked at me.
"Why.." She uttered.
I move forward and lean into her for a hug.
She was shocked, and she didn't expect all of this.
But for sure she felt comfort, as tears started to roll down her cheeks..
"It's okay now." I said.
