Love Under Parasols

Hereafter

            The Day Momo Left

That Momo, she couldn't even understand that Hyerin will always be my priority.

I was busy the whole day signing deals, making contracts, the usual stuff I do. Sooyoung-unnie is on a business trip in Jakarta and I'm left to manage the company until she returns.

Guilt wash over me as my memory flashed the image of Momo, eyes filled with tears, looking at me, begging for answers. My chest ached with the thought of her in tears but my anger gets fueled whenever I think about that Chou Tzuyu girl touching her comfortably.

Who the hell is she to touch Momo?

I broke my twentieth pencil and sighed in frustration. I called Jun, my assistant, and asked her to tell Mina to come to me. I have received a comment that Mina was inappropriately treated in a show yesterday and as her handler, this cannot be tolerated.

"Let me in!" my door bursted and revealed a tall woman with furious eyes. "You!" she walked up to me and slammed on my table.

I know her. She's the person Momo spends time with. The person who kissed her forehead, covered her eyes, gave her a jacket, held her hand, and many more. I've seen it all. And I do not like her. I loathe her.

"Where is she?!" Chou Tzuyu shouted.

"Who?" I asked, not looking at her and minding the papers I need to sign.

"She's gone and it's your fault! I swear to fucking God, I should have taken her away from you," she hissed.

I stopped and looked at her, "What the actual fuck are you talking about?" She threw her phone on my desk, I looked at it. It's an article about Momo but when is this?

Where is Momo going?

What?

"That's right. Momo was spotted at the airport earlier. Without any manager, body guard, or even a make up artist," Tzuyu turned around, about to leave. "I won't stand by anymore, Yoo."

My phone vibrated, I opened the message and it was from Hyerin.

From: Hye-hye🌞
Jeong, I think we should talk.

I turned my phone off and didn't mind her text. I was bothered by Momo. Where could she have gone? Is it because if me? She ought to know that we were merely friends with benefits because she sleeps with that Tzuyu woman too. I mean, she said she didn't. Whatever. The point is, she spends time with her.

I grabbed my coat and went out of the office, going to where Momo's dorm is. My heart was beating unreasonably, just like every time I see Momo with that woman.

When I got to the building, I didn't bother parking and just left my car in front of the entrance. I suddenly felt nervous for some unknown reason.

What if she's not there? Impossible. Just like always, Momo will open the door with a smile and hug me.

I knocked for a good of five minutes before I realized that I know the password of her unit. When I got inside, an unwanted feeling of emptiness welcomed me.

This can't be.

I went to the kitchen and looked for her, "Momo?" I called. No one answered. Next, I went inside her room. The ever familiar room where we shared countless times of happiness, "Baby?" I called again.

I felt a stab on my heart when I opened her cabinet. No clothes. No shoes. Empty. I sat on her bed and placed my head between my hands. A pink glittery notebook sparkled. I know that notebook, Momo writes on that often at night before we go to bed or after we finish making love.