Saranghae Catherine

Chapter 6

The amount of time I waited in the "Waiting Room" was over four hours and my patience left me. It went to Hawaii to receive some stress relief of its own. Leaving me in this room counting how many times the seconds hand turned on the clock face. I lost count at two thousand two-hundred twenty six. During this time of hardship, I was mentally conjuring up a mantra of Proverbs 21:23(English Standard Version) over and over.

Though it seemed the more I mentally spoke it, the more irritated I became. So instead, I'd mouthed it with such spunk. I felt like the very anger that tried to succumb me, evaporate slowly but surely.

Okay Catherine, calm down. Maybe he had to save someone's life. He is after all a doctor.

"Wae jasin-ege mal-eulhaneungeoya?"

I turned my head to a small little Korean girl's head poking out from underneath a chair two seats from me. Her head was covered with a cute pink hat, wrapped with stripe patterns of light grey and pink. Underneath, jet black hair with fresh cut bangs and ringlets the size of miniature palms of a newborn.

I guess I really do mumble where it's audible. I really need to get that checked.

"Naega hal su issgi ttaemun-e." I retorted, trying my hardest to calm my irritation down.

"Chayeoss-eo?"

"Na cham-eulseong-idoego."

"O. Joh-a." Her sad filled words hit me in the gut, lifting my irrate mood to somewhat soft.

"Mian yeobo haeyo." With a gentle voice I spoke those words sincerely. I shouldn't be directing my bad day towards an innocent bystander. Well, an innocent person hiding underneath a chair which is by far not suspicious at all. Right? "Dangsin-ui ileum-eun mueos-ibnikka?"

"Sujeong." The young girl replied, poking her head out from under the chair. "Dangsin-eun eottaeyo?"

"Geugeos cham yeppeun ileum ine-"

"Naneun geugeos-eul silh-eo." Sujeong interrupted me with that response. Wow. Being named after a beautiful jewel is a gift. Then again I don't know her story so it might be a reason for it.

Before I was able to reply she lifted her hand up to stop me. "I can tell you're learning Korean."

"Wait, you speak English?"

"Mhm." Sujeong grunted as she crawled out from underneath the chair. Revealing her expensive clothes lightly covered in dust. Her pink sleeves of her jacket had dusty splotches of lint all over and pink flower patterned short dress, stained with little cobwebs. I motioned my finger to come here. Obediently she came to me as I begun to dust her white knee socks from behind.

"Then why didn't you say so?"

"Because you spoke Korean back."

"Well, how can you tell I'm learning Korean? Because I'm pretty sure I was doing well."

"You were, until you said my name is lovely."

"Isn't Sujeong crystal? Meaning a rock used in jewelry?"

Like an adoloscent would, she sighed. "It's hard describing these things to foreigners. No offense."

"None taken." I begin dusting her back.

"It can be used. You know about homonyms right?"

"So I misunderstood what you mean't then."

"That's okay, everyone makes mistakes." She said cheerfully.

"You know, for a kid you have a great vocabulary."

"You learn a few things when your father migrates to different areas of America."

I turn her around and raise one eyebrow. "Migrate? You mean travel?"

"Like I said, everyone makes mistakes." 

I couldn't help but laugh. This kid. I shook my head and stood up with my purse on my shoulder. "Well, this is where we part ways."

"Awww why? I'm so bored." Sujeong whined before grabbing ahold of my hand. 

"Sorry but I've had enough of waiting for Dr. Yum."

"Dr. Yum! I can take you to him!"

"He's probably in a surgery. I heard an older lady had to have a lung transplant."

"Oh, you mean Ms. Park? She had a lung transplant last night."

"WHAT!?" I yelled, rage hooking onto every fiber of my being. That doctor lied to me. Oh I didn't care if people were looking, that Doctor was going to need a colonosocopy, a prostate exam, and a organ transplant because of how hard I was going to kick where the sun don't shine.

"Take me to him."

Sujeong smiled and looked at the clock. "Considering it's noon, he's most likely to be in the cafeteria."

I nodded and stretched out my hand. "You shouldn't be leaving with me but, I don't want you alone neither."

Sujeong jumped for joy as she wrapped her little hands in mine and we begun our journey to the cafeteria.

The journey there, it was filled with Sujeong's chatter about her travels. Honestly, her company calmed down the very anger that usually controls every single breath I take, the steps I make, and thoughts I'd meditate on. Amazing how children have that ability in their hand, and the majority already know about it.

It took us approximately ten minutes to arrive and to my dismay, there were alot of people in this place. As much as I was angry, I didn't know if I could really get at him in public. 

"He's over there sitting with my dad."

Forget about all I said before, all I saw was red. 

Dr. Yum was peacefully sitting beside an older gentlemen. His stupid smile and his stupid laugh was all I could hear amidst all the ambient noise going on around me. His stupid glasses sunk farther down his nose from him grabbing his stomach. While the older gentlemen rolled his eyes with a soft smile gracing his face. 

The nerve of that man. Well, I hope he prepared himself. I'm not someone just anyone can just walk on as they please. 

With a strut of anger pinching the corners of my mouth, my tongue aching to dance, and a young girl in my grasp, I slammed my free hand on the table in front of the two doctors.

All silence seemed to cease and the only sound that made its existence known, was from my breaths inhaling and exhaling out of my nose. 

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Why are you talking to yourself? - Wae jasin-ege mal-eulhaneungeoya?

Because I can. - Naega hal su issgi ttaemun-e.

Dumped? - Chayeoss-eo?

I become impatient. - Na cham-eulseong-idoego.

Oh. Okay. - O. Joh-a.

I'm sorry honey. - Mian yeobo haeyo.

What's your name? - Dangsin-ui ileum-eun mueos-ibnikka?

What about you? - Dangsin-eun eottaeyo?

That's a lovely name - Geugeos cham yeppeun ileum ine.

I hate it. - Naneun geugeos-eul silh-eo.