𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

13

"Is your husband treating you well?" The voice from behind, the one walking along with her, asked. Sana halted her steps to look back to her mother with a slightly confused look.

It was that time of the day where it was perfect for a walk, it was not too cold and the sultry sun settles comfortably in the horizon, the birds sings their morning song happily--chirping their way out of life. In days like this Sana would like to have a cup of tea and to walk with her mum on their garden just behind their house.

It was like Sana had learned a new different tone from her mother with her question. She didn't call Suho by his first name, and Sana don't know if that's what bothering her or the question itself. "Is Suho treating me well? What do you mean by that?" Perhaps it was just Sana's mind playing tricks with her when she saw something glint in her mother's eyes that she can't quite decipher. Maybe it was her giving another meaning to the question when all her mother wants to know is if she had been doing well with her husband. It was just a simple question yet Sana's making it hard for herself.

Her mother smiled before reaching out to one of her flowers planted in their garden, Sana watched her every move as she waits for her to speak, "Nothing, I was just asking if he is treating you well?" She shrugged her shoulders--quite mischievous--but Sana recognize the familiar sarcasm in her voice.

She chose to let it slide this time, "He's been really good to me." Sana answered short and she reach out for another flower to caress this time. Her mum stood up from crouching and smiled at her, there goes the unfamiliar glint in her eyes again.

"Well, are you both thinking of your father's request?" She asked this time and Sana was caught off guard.

"W-We...we acknowledge his request..." She tried to regain composure and hesitates for a moment. Sana lied. They haven't had a normal conversation--one where they were not filled with frustrations and guilts that's keeping them from dealing with it--and Sana can't tell her mother that it's a big of a deal with them, with her.

When she looked up from when she tried to avoid her mum's eyes, Sana's mother have already put on a smile on her face, but it never reach her eyes this time like it usually does. It was just like her mother is sad or sympathetic...but why?

She wanted to ask her what's she's thinking. Maybe she knows what's up. Or maybe she doesn't. Sana stopped her hand from trembling and even tried to stop her heart to race. She cleared her throat before speaking up, eagerly avoiding her mum's stare that she looked at the flowers in front of her instead of her mother. "I still need to visit my friend mom." Sana softly spoke, thinking if it was really the right way to end the conversation.

"Right, of course. Just come by if you wanted to have a cup of tea or just to look at the flowers." Her mother gave her a hug before they both walk back to their house. Sana's dad wasn't here but working, and she's glad he's not because Sana was sure that she wouldn't be able to breathe with all his father's persuasion about making babies.

The ride to Jihyo was silent, Sana didn't dare to make any sound as she sat patiently--almost absentmindedly--in the backseat of the car while thinking of the conversation she had with her mother. She wanted to dismiss the thought, but the mysterious glint she saw in her mum's eyes earlier is telling her otherwise everytime she does. It's hard to tell because she had never seen her mum with that look on her face. Sana had never read her mum, sure she tried, but everytime she does she just fail.

She didn't notice that the car already halted in front of the way towards Jihyo's workplace. A ten-storey building, there's a big sign in the facade carved in bold letters, JYP.

Sana slipped out of her car and went inside in hopes to have a small talk with her friend who have been busy with her work that she doesn't get much time to relax. The elevator dinged and soon Sana found herself walking in the familiar hallway of the building. She made a turn before smiling at Lia, Jihyo's assistant, and the young woman mentioned her to the door of her friend's office.