Memory || KTH ✔

CHAPTER 8 : First step towards past

《+1 347-***-**** calling》

I received it rather instinctively without overthinking.

*Over the phone*

ME : Hello?

??? : Is this Kim Jae Ra's number?

ME : Yes, that's me. Who am I talking to?

??? : (-sounding happy-) Finally, found you Jae Ra-ya! Don't you remember me? It's me, Seo-In.

ME : (-bright smile-) Seo-Inie?! Where were you and how did you get my number?

SEO-IN : I was trying to reach you since 1 year. I even went to Korea few days back, but your house was locked and the neighborhood said that Uncle settled in NewYork. I contacted him later but couldn't reach him so instead his PA gave me your number.

ME : Oh my god! That's hell of an explanation but I am so glad you reached out to me.

SEO-IN : Trust me, I feel so relieved to hear your voice. There were weird answers when I asked the neighborhood about you. And it had me extremely flustered.

ME : Is that so? I have not been there since three years now.

SEO-IN : Omo, Really? (-briefly after-) Anyways, can we meet?

ME : What? Don't tell me you are in NewYork?

SEO-IN : YES! I am in Queens currently.

ME : What! That's where I live.

SEO-IN : Cool! I am here for special reasons by the way. I'll tell everything once we meet. Are you free?

ME : Yes, I am having a day off. How about we meet at my favorite coffee shop? I will text you the address.

SEO-IN : Onh, okay. I'll see you then. (-hungs up-)

I quickly sent her the address and went out to my car skipping on my breakfast, excitement already filling my tummy.

I drove off to the coffee shop with a smile on my face.
It was quite long for me to be this happy. I squealed at the thought to meet a friend from Korea let alone, it was Seo-In.

I, in my late 20s, fortunately had everything in my life– a house, a car, money just enough and a promising job– all that human works for.
However, I was still missing out on something– a home of warmth, a family to live for, memories to cherish and a love to grow old on–all that the mortal longs for.

Uncle started a business in New York and was quite successful with the help of his Korean friend, he mentioned with special care.

He had always averted the conversation which led to the potential revelation of his "friend's" identity. This being the reason I wasn't acquainted with the latter.

Despite Uncle suggesting me to remarry, I just wanted to live the way it is. I felt like something, somewhere, someone is there waiting for me. Or maybe I was the one waiting for them.

My thoughts were interrupted as the coffee shop came in my view and I parked my car in a corner after.

While I waited through, I ordered a coffee for myself as I settled down along an empty table by the glass window.