Regret

15: Recording In Minneapolis

Third Person's POV

Yesterday...

Meika

"Mom, we have our recording tomorrow for the group project and it's in Minneapolis." Meika told her mother straightforwardly.

"Okay. Here's one thousand dollars in case of extravagant contributions." her mother while giving her the dough. The Sumners are affluent, owning a shoe shop in the nearby mall, they earned so much through the years.

"Wow, thanks!" she hugged her with a smack.

"My pleasure. Don't lose anything."

"Of course mom."

Art
"Uh dad, mom..." he trailed off. "Yes Art?"  his dad asked and turned to him.

"We...will go to..."

"Minneapolis for their project!"

"Cole!" he whisper-shouts the name of his seven-year-old brother.

"Wow...Minneapolis eh? Okay. I'll add more on your allowance tomorrow before you go off." Art's dad then walked to his room to discard his office uniform. "And bear in mind, no horseplay." his mom. "Yeah I know that mom." Art said. Cole, who's sitting in a corner reading comic books, giggled because of seeing his brother's reaction as Art is quite playful and hyperactive.

Ah-Seun
"Imo? (Aunt?)" Ah-Seun knocked on the door of her aunt's room. "Ne Seun-ah? (Yes Seun?) Come in." her aunt responded. They only use Korean at home since approximate of her relatives only know basic English.

Ah-Seun sat on the couch. "Are you going somewhere tomorrow?" her aunt calmy asks her. "Ne imo. (Yes aunt.) I'll be with Gaiea, Celeste, Ren, Art, Lawrence, and Meika for our group project." she explained.

"The place?"

"Minneapolis." Ah-Seun accurately answered.

"Eung...algesseumnida. (Um...okay.) Expect for extra paper later. Be safe y'all."

"Gomapseumnida imo. (Thank you aunt.)" Ah-Seun beamed.

Ren
"Mama!" he called. Mrs. Jin, who's watering the fields, pivoted her body to look through their window.

"Ren? Ni xiang gaosu wo shenme? (Something you want to tell me?)" Ren cleared his throat and spoke "Women you yige xiaozu xiangmu mingtian jiu yao wanchengle. (We have a group project and it'll be done tomorrow.)" Mrs. Jin stopped watering and looked at her son. "Hao. Dan ni bixu xian dao yinhang. (Fine. But you must head to the bank first.)" She turned the hose off and slipped her hand in her pocket, reaching for something.

"Weisheme (Why) mama?" He wondered, scratching his scalp a bit. "Xian lai ba. (Come here first.)" And he did. Ren put on his plastic black boots before going out the fields where his mother is standing. Mrs. Jin folded the paper and handed them to him. "Qing huan diao sanqian yuan wo ganggang gei ni de qian. Zhaogu hao ziji zhidao mingtian caineng shiyong tamen. (Kindly swap the three thousand yuan I just gave you for dollars. Take care of yourself and don't use them until tomorrow.)"

"Shenme... (What the...)" Ren's eyes look like they're about to pop out upon receiving the money but quickly recovered. "Kending mama. Xiexie ni de fangshi. (Affirmative mama. Thank you by the way.)" He side-hugged his mother, retreated to their house, removed his boots, changed clothes, sandals on, rode his bike and drove to the nearest bank they know. He returned with his wallet all occupied.