My DUMB Wife - JenLisa

Chapter 8

[T/N: Play in loop.]

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My brain was still stuttering at that moment and my eyes took in more cloudless than I had expected. Every part of me got on a clamant muteness while my demented thoughts tried it cripes best to get caught up. After that wash of cold knowledge, I trod to the haphazard blackness, feeling an unknown prick of pain towards that unalterable day.

On our muted way out of the hospital, I walked next to my Appa – Kim Jiyoung – in thoroughgoing inaudibility; as my decaying mentality was still trying to acceptably deliberate and slam bang understand the entirety of the beetling explanation that Dr. Lee had just told us. It would never be easy for someone to just one day simply know that there was a whopping fraction that I could never regain any of my lost memory. Lisa and my Eomma were walking ahead of us, as they spoke confidingly towards one another, I mean; my Eomma was comfortably talking as Lisa was just listening.

I was quite left intrigued as I observed both of them; they looked very affable, as if they were great friends for many years. There was a kindheartedness in my Eomma's mild smile – raw placidity. It was the beam of one who smiled with comfort and saw a person beneath the comportment – a personality attachment. I wondered when Lisa got the prowess of conquering my Eomma in such friendly address, because I could still naturally remember how my Eomma came so overmuch protective when I was in my teens every time a girl or a boy tried to draft a shady pledge of getting near to me for a sole tenacity of devising a relationship – matter-of-factly. And now as I beheld them with my own immersion, my Forever-Young Eomma – Kim Dara, seemed to love Lisa sincerely.

It was as if they were truly a mother and a daughter.

"RJ~..." Appa called me before we could bid our farewell. I gazed at him and waited for him to continue on what he wanted to say. "For at least today, please try to be much friendlier to your wife~."

I felt a huge urge to pout at the way he referred to her, but I was still too shell-shocked by today's unpredictable outcome to have any sort of complaint by his unexpected plead. I also knew that shitty behavior had some negative "rumen favoring quo" conception, and it wasn't something we bargained for, or assembled because we were entitled to. I realized that hurting others doesn't heal my predicaments, but rather made the depiction of my consequences entirely putrid and I don't want to reel in the puddle of detestation. So I just smiled at my Appa and hugged him.