The Young Man One
It Shouldn't be Foreign

Livia breathed out slowly. She got up with the regular movements that the yoga instructor had taught her, then completed her light exercise that day. Only then did he pack up and leave the training ground.

"You done?" ask the instructor.

Today is not a schedule for training, but pregnant women are allowed to use the room. Therefore, those who passed him made him quite happy with Livia's persistence.

"Oh, you coming?"

The instructor who was the woman nodded her head with a smile. "There was an item left behind yesterday and I have to pick it up now. What about you?"

"I'm pretty nervous about the day of my birth. I didn't want stress thinking about it, so I thought I'd do yoga for a second."

"That's a very good move. Doing yoga can reduce stress. By the way, you came alone?"

"Ah, yes ..now is not the day that we practice yoga. My husband doesn't adjust his schedule and my daughter also has an unstable schedule."

"so apparently. Then you'll go home alone? What if I deliver? I brought a car today."

"I'm very grateful for your concern, but it seems that if I take a leisurely walk it will be even better in this last trimester."

"It's true, but walking from here to your house is no longer the casual walk of his name."

Livia laughed. "I must admit that your words are very precise. I will contact my husband if he is no longer able to walk. You don't have to worry."

"Looking at how he treats you here, I think that your husband will come soon when asked. How lucky. If it was my husband, he would say that I was an independent woman who could do anything on my own. In fact, when pregnant all we need is the attention of the husband, right?"

Livia smiled, then nodded her head. "I have to go now."

"Oh, okay. I unconsciously said a lot."

The instructor laughed, Livia.

"You should make sure to stop whenever you feel tired and cautious on the road. Call me anytime you need."

"Thank you very much."

Their conversation was over, Livia returned to her activities. He didn't just walk around leisurely, as he stopped by a few places first. Not something special actually, just wash your eyes while looking around the neighborhood.

"Welcome home."

A shopkeeper welcomed the arrival. Livia was brought to see funny trinkets. It made him think of Nea who likes to wear hairpins. He who did not intend to buy, finally decided to bring home some.

"What about this, sir?"

"I don't like the color."

Livia overhears another employee's conversation with a customer. At first, she did not care much, but hearing a familiar voice made the rejection in Livia turn to look at the customer.

Livia widened her eyes, not expecting their meeting. The customer stared at him. It was so strange when he was ignored as if they had never known each other.

Livia rushes away, leaving behind unpaid items. He shuffled his foot out of the shop, finding that the customer was already far away from him.

"Kenzi!" his yell.

However, the customer believed to be Kenzi did not turn his head at all, no matter how many times Livia called. Now that he's confused, why is Kenzi acting like a stranger?

Wanting to dispel the doubts, Livia immediately takes the phone to contact Kenzi. But the number he dialed was found to be no longer active.

"Kenzi shouldn't look bad" he murmured.