I was completely frozen in place at the sight in front of me. My left hand gripping the knob of the door squeezing it tightly while my another hand covered my mouth suppressing myself from making a sound.
My mind contemplated on if I should storm in and confront him or just wanted to leave. But when I shut my eyes the sight was still there. I reopened my eyes took a step back hiding from their view.
My body pressed against the cold wall, now realizing that I was crying. Automatically my other moved to my stomach pressing on it and thinking that I needed to do the right thing for myself, Tyla and my unborn child.
With all the strength that I could build up in me, I pulled my body off the wall and just left and not even looking back. I tried my best to wipe away any tears that were still fallen from the face so no one asks me if I was okay but I was wrong.
As I was walking out of the building my body bumped into someone. I bowed down excusing myself before a hand grabbed my arm.
"Noona, are you okay?" the worried male voice asked.
I moved my head up to realize that the person who grabbed my arm was Jin. He had a worried look on his face. I give him a fake smile prying his hand off of my arm.
"I'm fine. It's my contacts." I lied.
He scratched the side of his head, knowing good and well that I don't wear contacts and was about to ask something else, but I was already out the door and out of the building. My mind was not in the right state to drive so I waved my arm up in the air to get the attention of a taxi.
Once one arrived I hopped in and provided him with an address. I took out my phone from my pocket and pressed a button to call the person on the other in. "Eomma, I'm on the way there, can you have Tyla ready in the next hour please?"
Once I got the answer I dialed the next number.
The airlines.
"I need two tickets out from Seoul to New York in the next two hours, please." I knew I should have waited for clarification on the matter but I needed to get away. My head right now was spinning and talking at the moment didn't feel right.
In the thirty minutes, I arrived at Hoseok's parents home. "Can you give me five minutes, please?" I asked the driver.
He let out a sigh before I showed him my card. He waved me away and I quickly ran inside. Hoseok's mom was in the living room when I walked inside. "Is everything alright? I thought you were going over to the studio to talk to Hoseok."
I picked up Tyla's bag and reached out for her hand. "He had other plans." I quickly tried to walk out of the house. I honestly didn't feel like answering any more questions. Just as I hit the door, she placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face Mama Jung.
My eyes were bloodshot red from crying and I didn't want anyone else to see it. "Sami, tell me what's wrong?"
I didn't want to tell her. So many emotions were being piled up at the moment and now was not the time to express them. "Eomma, I need to leave. Please let me go." I begged, biting the bottom of my lip.
She hesitated for a moment before removing her hand from off my shoulder. She bent down to Tyla and hugged her tightly before placing a kiss on her forehead.
She reached out for my hand and grasp it tightly. "Please take care of yourself and Tyla. And wherever you go, let me know, okay?"
Slightly nodding my head giving her an answer, I took hold of Tyla's hand and rushed her out of the house and to the waiting cab.
Again not looking back but in my head, all I could do is apologize to the woman who has helped me so much in the last couple of years. This what I was doing to her now.
"Please take us to the airport," I told the driver as I placed Tyla inside. I pulled out my card swiping the meter. At this moment money was no object. I just needed to get out of Seoul and out of South Korea.
We arrived at the airport and Tyla and I got out and headed inside. I thank the driver and proceeded to go inside. I went up to the counter and was greeted by the airline clerk. "May I have your id, passport, and card please?"
I pulled out what she requested from Tyla's backpack. She smiled and handed me my stuff back once she pulled up my information.
"Ma'am, is this round or one way?" She asked.
"One way," I said. She nodded her head and afterward handed me my tickets once they were printed. "Have a safe trip."
I bowed before moving away from the counter. "Where are we going, mommy?"
"On a trip," I told her.
"Will daddy becoming too?"
"He's busy."
I pulled out my phone punching in some words before turning it off.
Once we were past security, I walk us over to a coffee shop. We sat down eating the snacks that I purchased. I gripped my hands around the cup of chamomile tea that I had ordered.
My hands were shaking as I held the cup. I really wanted to cry but not in front of the child I needed to be brave right now.
I closed my eyes and once more saw the image that seems to be burnt into my cornea. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head from side to side.
"Dear God, why? Was he unhappy that he had to seek out comfort in the arms of someone else?"
The more I thought about it the more I felt the need to scream at the top of my lungs. I flashed my eyes up to stare into the eyes of my daughter's. She was the strength that I needed right now to get me going. I smiled down at her as she ate her muffin.
Finally, the announcement for us to the board was heard and we got up and headed to the terminal. The person at the entrance checked our tickets before allowing us to head to the plane.
We took our seat and I strapped both of us in. I placed my hands on the armrests as I shut my eyes once more. I open my eyes and looked out the window seeing the view of Seoul as we took off.
At that moment another tear fell down my cheek as I said goodbye to Seoul for the last time.
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- please don't hurt me
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