Butterfly (COMPLETED)

HANA

CARISZE's POV

I'm packing my things because I'm going to the Philippines where in my Dad and my young brother live.

"Jeongmallo gayahanayo?" (Do you really need to go?)

My mother don't want me to go there because she thinks I'm not coming back just like what the old man did to her.

"Ne eomma" (Yes mom)
"Uliga jeongmallo tteonago sipji anh-a?" (Am I really can't stop you from leaving?)

I heard her sigh. She doesn't really want me to go. But I need to find my brother. I hugged her tight.

"Naneun dol-a ol geos-ida. Naneun Claesa Philippines-eul chaj-ayahabnida." (I'll be back. I just need to find Claey to the Philippines.)

She let me go and caress my face.

"Jasin-eul dolbwa. Niga pil-yohamyeon na hante jeonhwa hae." (Fine just take care of yourself. Call me if you need something.)
"Ne eomma. Naneun nega geuliulgeoya." (Yes mom. I'll miss you.)
"Nado." (Me too)

I'm finished packing my things. I need to go now.

"Annyeong eomma. Hangsangjuui hasibsio." (Goodbye mom. Take care always)

I hug her one last time and left her with tears in her eyes.

After 1 hour I'm here at the airport waiting for my flight. Then there's a man sitting beside me. From my peripheral vision, he's handsome and he's looking at me.

"Annyeonghaseyo"

I didn't give my attention to him. If there's one thing that I'll do least, it is talking to a stranger especially to a guy like this man beside me.

I heard him talking to himself.

'Naiintindihan ba ko nito? O baka bingi lang talaga tong katabi ko. Sayang maganda pa naman'

He know how to speak tagalog. He's from the Philippines, I guess.

"Hi miss"

There he is again, talking to me like we're acquaintances.

He even wave his hand on my face. So I face him. It's irritating me.

"Mwo?" (What?)
"Annyeong! Jeoneun Ivyr-ieyo" (Hello! I'm Ivyr)

I just look at him. Why did he introduce himself to me?

"Are you not going to introduce yourself?"
"Why should I?"

He's shock. Maybe because of my attitude to him.

"Wow, you know how to speak English. Some Koreans didn't know how to speak well in that language"

I just gave him a shrug and look away. He's feeling close to me. And I hate it.

"Ileumi meo eyo?" (What's your name?)

I didn't answer him. I get my earphone in my sling bag and put it on my ear. It's much better to listen a song than hearing his voice.

Before I play the song, I heard him murmuring.

'Maganda nga suplada naman'

I think it's not a murmur. He really want to say it to me.

He took off my earphone on my left ear since he's on my left side.

"Alam mo maganda ka sana suplada ka  naman. Sa gwapo kong to, di mo ko pinapansin. Madaming naghahabol sakin Miss baka di mo alam. Buti na lang di ka nakakaintindi ng tagalog. Nasasabi ko kung anong gusto kong sabihin sayo"

He's saying it all while smiling at me. He really think that I didn't know how to speak tagalog. Well, he got it wrong. I know how to speak well since that old man brought me in the Philippines when I was a child. Laking Pilipinas to. But I don't want to correct him.