"Her return"

JANG

“Are you sure you're okay?” I looked at Margaux when she asked that, tumingin ako sa kapaligiran at pumikit.

It's been five years since I left this country, the place is a bit new or maybe I'm just feel strange.

Nag mulat ako ng aking mga mata saka bumuntong hininga.
“Yeah.” I sparingly answer her question.

Two more weeks passed before we got here in korea, ‘nong tawagan ko siya ay araw ng sabado at pumayag ako sa gusto niya, ‘yon ay ang mag panggap na si Yang.
So it took us two weeks because she asked me to do a lot more, like memorize all the Yang's actions, way of she dress, people around Yang and above all is, her personality.

Hindi madali para sa akin na gayahin si Yang sapagkat napaka layo ng pagkatao niya sa akin, sa paraan palang ng pananamit ay talagang mag kaibang mag kaiba na kaming dalawa, sa kilos at lalo na sa personality namin dalawa. Yang is very modest, always smiling, elegant when moving, I can't seem to imitate her but even so,  I will still try to imitate her and I myself will find the person who killed her to make everything easier because I can't afford to be with that old man for long.

Sumakay na kami sa kaniyang sasakyan, nakatingin lang ako sa bintana habang nag babyahe kami papuntang Seoul's UN Village near the Han river. The word HANNAM comes from the HAN GANG River and the Namsan Mountain. As its name suggests, Hannam-dong is located between a river and a mountain, making it a good Feng Sui spot. It is also located in the middle of the city making it easy for residents to move to other areas of Seoul.

Mga ilang oras lang ay nakarating na kami sa UN Village, bumuntong hininga ako ng makitang walang pinag bago ang Village na 'to, mga nag lalakihang mansion ang nakikita ko sa Village na ito and at the same time the neighborhood is quiet, safe, and private. UN Village is nicknamed during the industrialization period when foreign CEOs, engineers and ambassadors lived in the region.

Our car stopped as we reached the mansion, I was just in the car when I saw the maids waiting for us, mga nakahanay sila at sa unahan ay si Nanay Fey, si Nanay Fey ay matagal na naming katulong. Mula pa siya sa Blood family, pinagkakatiwalaan siyang lubos ng aking lolo at lola kahit pa ay matagal ng wala ang mga ito, actually ay may kapatid siya na ngayon ay nasa pilipinas sa puder ng mga blood.

“Hwanyeong Hapnida, Lady Yang.” 'Welcome back, Lady Yang' Bati nila sa akin ng sabay sabay, tipid akong ngumiti sa kanila kaya kinalabit ako ni Margaux pero binaliwala ko lamang ‘yon.

The maids took the luggage I was carrying, we went inside and Nanay Fey was just following us.

“Kamusta ang pag hahanap mo sa kapatid mo?” I immediately looked at Nanay Fey when she asked me.

Yang is looking for me?

“Did you find her? Did you talk to her? How is she? Ang batang ‘yon talaga oh, hindi man lang ako naisip na kamustahin." Tila parang may pag tatampong sabi nito sa akin, bigla'y napabuntong hininga ako.

Gano’n na ba ako kawalang pakialam?  To the point na kahit siya ay nakalimutan ko. She took care of me when I was in pain and sadness but here I am, forgetting her.

Sorry, Nanay Fey...

“I didn't see her, Nanay Fey." I answered her, her eyes widened slightly and then I realized that Yang didn't call her Nanay Fey but Manang Fey.

“You called me Nanay Fey?” Unbelievably she asked me, I shook my head, so she frowned.

“You look like you're getting old, Manang Fey is what I called you." Pabiro kong sagot sa kaniya, pinanlakihan ako ni Margaux ng mga mata dahil muntik na akong mag kamali.

“HAHA mukhang gano’n na nga hija,” Tumawa ito at kumamot sa ulo.
“Sayang naman dahil hindi mo nakita si Jang, namimiss ko na ang batang—.” Naputol ang dapat sana ay sasabihin ni Nanay Fey ng biglang dumagundong ang boses ng isang lalaki, pumikit ako ng marinig ko 'yon.

For the past five years, I have only heard his voice again and in an angry way.

Funny, huh?

“Didn't I tell you before that never to mention that woman's name, I never want to hear that woman's name.” Walang emosyon na sabi niya, nag mulat ako ng mga mata at sa pag mulat ay tumingin ako sa kanya.

“Why? She is also your daughter.” Seryosong tanong ko sa kaniya, hinawakan ni Margaux ang braso ko tanda na pinipigilan niya ako sa dapat kong sabihin pero wala na akong pakialam.

“I have no child like her!” I meet his frightening appearance with no emotion, he was very angry even though the vein in his neck appeared because of his shouting.

“If that so, I'm not your daughter either.” Kumunot ang noo niya at pag tataka ang mababakas sa kaniyang mukha, I don't care if he knows I'm Jang.

“Of ourse not, your my daughter. My only daughter.” Gusto kong tumawa sa kaniyang sinabi, sobrang nakakatawa.
Iisa lang ang mukhang meron kaming dalawa ni Yang pero bakit? Bakit sa puso't isipan niya ay si Yang lang ang kaniyang anak?.

Gano’n ba kalala ang pagkasuklam niya sa akin? To the point na kahit sa kaniya ako nag mula pagtanggi ang dulot niya sa'kin.

“I'm going to rest in my room.” Walang gana kong sabi saka nag lakad paakyat ng hagdan, bago ako tuluyang makarating sa second floor ay rinig ko pang nag salita si Margaux.

“Pasensya na Tito, masyado lang napagod si Yang sa byahe.” Matapos kong marinig ‘yon ay nag patuloy na ako sa pag lalakad saka pumasok sa kwarto ni Yang.

As soon as I entered, I heard a knock in the room, I opened it and the smiling Margaux was outside.

“Jang, pag pasensyahan mo na ang Appa mo–” I immediately closed the door even though she hadn't finished saying what she was saying.
“Jang, if you're not okay just tell me ah,” Sabi niya kahit nakasara na ang pinto, tumingin ako sa sahig.
“Aalis na ako ah, tawagan mo lang ako kapag may kailangan o problema ka...” That was the last thing she said before she left.

Nilibot ko ng tingin ang kabuoan ng kwarto at halos mapangiwi ako ng makitang kulay pink ang kulay ng wall at halos lahat ng gamit ni Yang.

So girly

I sat on her bed and everything seemed to come back to me, everything. How my life started to change when I saw Eomma's photo and our family picture. In the family picture are the times when we are still happy, it can be seen on all our faces.

Pumikit ako ng maalala ang lahat. The memory of when I was only 7 years old

“Eomma, please let's go to the park.” When I begged Eomma, she shook her head.

“No, baby.” Eomma said to me, That time was our birthday. Yang and Appa were still asleep that day, so I suddenly thought of taking Eomma to the park but she didn't want to.

“But why not?” I asked Eomma again but she sighed.

“Because baby may mga kasabihan ang matatanda na kapag birthday bawal lumabas and besides I felt strange right now, maybe something bad will happen, so my decision is final NO." Because of what Eomma said,  my tears started to flow, she sighed deeply.
“Yes, yes! We are going to the park.” I hugged her tightly.

When we got to the park I brought her gift to me, my puppy, her name is Tippy.

“Jangyal?” May babae ang lumapit sa amin, nagulat si Eomma at biglang niyakap ang babae.

“Clarisse! Oh god! How are you? What are you doing here?” Eomma asked her, the woman smiled then parted from the hug.

“I'm fine, how are you? Is that your Daughter? Is that Yang?” Umiling si Eomma saka tumawa.

“No, si Jang 'yan.” Eomma answer her, tumawa din ang babae.

”Si Jang pala 'yan, paano ba naman mag kamukhang mag kamukha sila ni Yang.” Tippy suddenly ran so I ran too and chased her but I was surprised when I got on the road, I was almost hit by a car, things happened so fast that I just realized that I had run away and Eomma was already bloody, she saved me.

“Eomma! Eomma! Please wake up! Eomma!” I shouted and she smiled at me even though her eyes were closed.

“M-my b-baby Jang...Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault.” I was confused by what she said, I don't understand why she said that.

“Oh my god!! Jangyal!” Aunt Clarisse shouted and at the same time Eomma lost her breath. I cried and cried.

“Eomma...” I thought that was the most painful thing that happened on my birthday but I was wrong because when we got to the hospital Appa also came.

“Appa.” I called out to him as I was crying but I was surprised by the angry look on his face the expression he gave me.

“You! This is your fault! If you don't insist it won't happen, you are so stubborn! You killed my wife!” Because of what he said, I felt so much pain, my tears started to fall as if they were water falls that don't want to stop falling.

“Hey! Sehiyun! Don't blame her, it's just an accident.” Aunt Clarisse said that behind me, she hugged me tightly while I continued to cry.

“This is your fault.” Appa said again which added to the pain I was feeling.

“Stop saying that.” Tita Clarisse said but Appa look at me badly.

“You...You are Disaster.” That was the last thing he said before he left.

And after that incident, I changed, I did what he said that I was a disaster, my birthday was the day my mother passed away and the beginning of my father’s hatred of me.

Nabalik ako sa katinuan ng mahulog ang hawak kong family picture, na basag ‘yon. Mapait akong ngumiti.

I'm really a disaster

I got up and went out of Yang's room, I went to the opposite side of my room then took the motorbike key from the flowerpot on the side of my room.

I need to cool down, so I'll go to the bar first.

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Author's Note:

Yow watsup Lilacs! I'm sorry if ngayon lang ako nakapag UD masyado lang naging busy sa work but thanks god nakapag UD na din ako. So ayun na nga, next chapter ay ang POV ng gwapong si Jungwon! Kyaaa excited na ako!

Thank you for reading and waiting my update, Lilacs!

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