After the dinner they went back to their house. Alex is being too quiet all throughout the dinner and the way home. Jong kept on

looking to his sister. “I know what she is thinking. Sigh. I’m a useless brother” jong’s thoughts. Alex went inside the house without

saying a word. She darted straight to her room and slam the door. “Dad I told you this is too soon. You should have waited for a

week after her birthday.” Jong said to their dad. But just like their dad never heard him. He followed Alex to her room. He open

the room, he saw alex sitting near her window. She’s sobbing. “why dad?” she asked without looking to her father. “it’s the best for

you baby girl”. Her dad explained. “what’s best for me? Dad, I’m only 20, I’ve got a long way to go” alex still sobbing. “you’re Mom

will be happy for you. You will be having a secured life.” Her dad utters.

Alex POV

“Mom? How do you know that? Ah! I knew it. You just hate me this much to let me marry someone I don’t know. Is this my

punishment for killing mom? Huh Dad?”I just explode. “What nonsense are you saying Alexandra!” Dad is raising his voice now. “I

just want to see you happy and secure. And you do not kill your MOM!” Dad had it. “Happy? How do you know about me being happy

being with him? I DON’T KNOW HIM!”  I shouted back. “It’s useless talking with you now. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Dad says and

walked out my room.

Minutes passed. “Alex? You still up?” jong oppa called out. I looked at him and he sigh. “I know you know that this is happening on my

birthday. I hate you too.” I said to him. My heart is full of it right now. HATE. Isn’t it enough that I can’t really celebrate my

birthday because of my Mom. “I know baby girl but you know Dad, his decisions are always final.” Oppa explained walking towards

to me now. “Don’t baby girl me. It’s not gonna work this time. I hate you both. Can you just leave me alone” I sarcastically said to

him. He sigh and and pat my back. “Good night baby girl I’ll see you in the morning” he walked out and closed the door.

I have to get the hell out of here. Oppa will never help me; he is with Dad with this one. “Otoke?” I sigh. Just like that an idea

knocked on my overly active brain. I walked beside my bedside table, took the cellphone and dialed the digits, hearing the ringing

on the other line I utters “This is it, I have to do this”. On the other line, “Hello?” “Hello, Seo? I need your help”.