Love Sign's
Chapter 19: Miss Kim (2)
Los Angeles, November 27, 2013.
He seemed to be smiling with the letter. The opening of the envelope wrapping greenish paper, inhaled the aroma of ink that does not l
"Finally ...," he thought calmly.
A delicate and friendly hand gently swept over the handsome man's shoulder. Her smile line looked more like a wrinkle at the age of 40.
"Did Min Joon finally send you a letter?" The voice of a woman sounds beautiful.
"Yes, I think after 5 years he won't send me any more letters."
"Why should a letter? Can you call, make a video call or something?"
"Darling, do you want to hear the contents of the letter?" he continued his earlier speech.
"The letter is for you" she refused and sat down next to her beloved husband.
"Sister ... How are you and brother-in-law? I hope there's good news you've shared for me. I want to share something with you—"
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*Sister, how are you and brother-in-law? I hope there's good news you've shared for me. I want to share something with you. I'm sure it feels weird for you and brother-in-law, but rest assured I mean it. It's all about him.
When Jin Hee left, I was crazy. I ignored him and suddenly needed him like crazy. I'm telling you this so you know my screams. Brother, help your sister, a Park Min Joon who lost his love and life. You should help.
You know, when I lost her, I was being stupid. My mind is in the past. The departure of Jin Hee, is it really because of me? Or because of my past memories. Memories you never knew.
Brother, that's how I've been these past two years. I need your support, please pray that Jin Hee can be found as soon as possible. In order to lose all my doubts about him, so that my love for him must be sure. Tearing it down for so many years, should it end up like this? Ending without this clarity was so torturous, I wanted to meet him. MY SHOES! Biruku Rose Flower.
Sign
Park Min Joon*.
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Japan, November 08, 2013.
The morning, autumn greeting the heart made the pair of souls begin to yearn for something. Missing the figure who ever came, the real figure is now starting to be hated, a good figure full of lies and makes anyone forget themselves, maybe like that. If the streets are already deserted, let the peaceful wind that blows through every memory of the past that is too sweet.
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A young woman in a white one-piece suit, as well as a branded coat sitting sweetly on her shoulders, was standing looking straight at the large painting on the side of the art museum exhibition room. The neat-looking male employee with a glittering smile, looked at the young lady. He rushed over.
"You want to buy something Miss?" it was soft, as if asking for attention.
"This painting is so pretty, isn't it?" she said smiling, ignoring the gaze of the man next to her.
"Ah ... This one? Yes, the line is indeed very smooth but looks quite deceiving the eyes, right? You see that color, if you look at it again, it's a little green. Right?" he explained while pointing at one corner of the luxurious painting. Trying to convince the woman that the painting she was looking at was a very good painting.
The picture depicts a girl bending her knees next to a table and a huge butterfly flying next door. It was as if grieving behind the carefree color behind his body.
"You're right! That real structure was able to eliminate the faults on the watercolors, the painters were really great, right?" the woman replied smilingly looking at the male employee who looked friendly to her.
"Miss Kim!" call the woman who looks younger than him. "You should come to the meeting place immediately!" she continued, Women in suits with hair ponytailed.
"I don't want to!" he continued on despite feeling a little disturbed.
"Just a second! Your painting? You got a painting in this place?" the male employee was a little confused to hear the arguments of these two women.
"Really! The butterfly painting that belonged to our Miss!" obviously took the woman.
"ye? You Miss Kim? Holy hooch! I-i'm sorry! Please forgive me!" said the official bowed his body repeatedly with a clear Japanese accent.
"Hey, no need to apologize!" he said it's not good, "huh, it's not exciting anymore! All this because of you. Let's go, Yoon!" he continued sulking when his identity was known. I quickly decided to leave the art gallery.
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He was riding in a black sports car, with women who worked as assistants. The urban-style woman drives alone, describing how happy the life of this 27-year-old girl is. Upon arrival in a building, the fashionable woman got out of the car. Relax and call someone.
"Dad, I'm downstairs, '" he said, occasionally looking into the building.
"Come in! I'm on the 3rd floor, I'll be waiting for you in front of the elevator!" The voice of the person he called Father, did not sound too old.
"No need, I'll go straight inside. Dad come in first ..," he continued, ending the short but dense conversation. "You go, I'll go home with my father!" the woman asked her assistant.
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The woman also entered the building. The way to walk looks graceful, making all eyes begin to focus on the trembling motion created. There were many Japanese-faced people standing and talking to each other in their respective chatter. The room made him a little allergic, because it was filled with wealthy investors and professors.
"Professor Kim?" He saw a thin man calling someone he knew.
"Professor Lee, have you been waiting a long time?" said the woman's father was very polite.
"No, Oh? Is this Kim Jin Hee?" said the man with glasses as he looked at a woman who was getting closer to their crowd.
"Yes, this is my daughter! Jin Hee, this is Professor Lee. He was a close friend of mine, we used to go to school together" Professor Kim told his daughter.
"Kim Jin Hee, nice to meet you," he said shaking the man's hand.
"Oh, thank you. Nice to meet you, I didn't think you were so polite. Just like his late mother. Isn't that Professor Kim?"
"Thank you very much."
"Oh, that's my son! Richard!" he exclaimed when he saw a man who was quite tall, and quite handsome came to them. His thick eyebrows became points that made Jin Hee look at him instantly.
"That's his son?" jin Hee asked whispering to Dad, The father's light nod means a lot to her.
"Disrove this my son! Richard Lee, his mother is Japanese-German! Come on, introduce them!" professor Lee said.
The two shook hands, Kim Jin Hee smiled wryly, as if she did not want to be here. But, the man before her looked extremely stunned by Jin Hee's face and her red lipstick.
"Dad, what does all this mean?" whispered Jin Hee covetous.
"Fall down for this time," his father briefly smiled.
"You two just chat .. Come on, Professor Kim!" professor Lee said, taking Jin Hee's father away from them.
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