cheated heart - meanie 騙された心 - Damasareta kokoro

forgotten love

this will be a new chapter on the story it will be about the love, since the past chapters were about the heart.

7 years had passed

"CEO, sir you have a call from your father" my secretary called

"connect him on line two," i said to mr. grunt

"yes, sir"

"hello" i greeted after picking up the phone

"wonwoo, how are you" he called me o

"the company is fine sir" i responded, flatly.

"ah, yes, yes since you went there the company was on great condition and we even got to expand. thanks to your effort"

"it's thanks to the effort of my whole team sir"

"can you not at least accept some compliments from your old ma...."

"why did you call, i am quite busy sir"

".." i heard him let out a deep sigh on the other line.

but i did not care. i only want to end the conversation as i find it suffocating

"the Kim Corporation. wants to have a collaboration project and ..."

"send the proposal to my secretary, i'll review it first before making a decision"

"i..."

"if you don't have anything to say i need to hung up now."

then i ended the call without waiting for his response.

WONWOO's Father

"if you don't have anything to say i need to hung up now."

he ended the call before i can say another word. 

my son had really changed. he became another person 

he became someone unfamiliar yet familiar to me

he became like me, a monster who only knows how to work

yet he is also not like me

over the past seven years i continued to monitor his movements

it sounds creepy, but i made someone tail him

for one i wanted to know if he mess up

till it became a means on knowing how he is.

the years of monitoring him made me realized how i miss my child grow

i realized the blank years of not really looking at him

not seeing him every day

i missed those years of my child growing

all i ever did to him was inflict trauma to his young mind 

and make him suffer by making him drown into pressure and burden

and now, that i realized what i lost and missed 

it is to late

as he can not even take an hour of being with me

i can see trough his poker face, that he is sick of me and just want to be away with him

the clearing sound of another persons throat made me comeback to my senses

"...ah sorry,i was just thinking of something"

"its okay, it must be something urgent that you zoned up quite deep" he said

"yes, my son"

"oh yeah, your son? did he approve?" he questioned