Staring out from the window, Jiyong cursed and cursed under his breath, drove away anyone from sitting at his side. Yet he didn't feel sorry for at all. For he blamed his foul mood solely to his dear mother.

The woman who had give birth to him - he always grateful for the fact, please bear it in mind, but it was different mater with this - simply command him with his fully authority voice she hadn't use since he was in middle school when he accidentally burn his homework. And it wasn't story to tell right now - the burning homework when he was a middle scholar.

His mother made it as her mision to wed him to that strange lady she met at the bus ride over a week ago, thus delivered him in this situation. Stuck in the bus ride because she had confiscated his car key - or rather keys since he possessed more than a car. He thought of using taxi service, of course, but she always a step ahead from him and greeted him at the front of their house after sent away all the taxi he called. 

His logic just told him to give up and that was what he did.

That was why he ride the bus for the last three days.

But after three days of constant trapped in the traffic at every rush hour, his sanity couldn't bear it. Whatever his mother would say, he had put effort to what his mother wanted. Now, her turn to respect his wish.

Moreover, he just realized after three days of bus ridingriding, that he didn't know how this Park Sandara looked like. His