Stare blankly on the room thinking what to do for tomorrow. It’s Sunday and of course everyone must have something to do to release their stress. But, suddenly you remembered of someone. Mark.  You were about to call Mark but something stopping you from doing that.

“But I don’t have his number. How disappointed.” You pout and feel frustrated. Then, someone knocking your door. You open the door and saw Bambam’s mother standing right in front of you.

“Oh imo. (Aunt in English.) What can I help you?” You ask politely.

“Yes dear… I need your help to accompany me to the salon and shopping. Mind?” She asks you back.

“Nope. I don’t mind. As long you’re happy. It’s my honored imo.” You smile genuinely.

“Aigoo~ how can your mom not appreciate a daughter like you. You’re so nice, polite and clever.” She shook her head and pat your head. You just stood there silently as the moment flashback on your mind. Some of yourself were sad but some of yourself were glad that you found someone who’s loved and care about you.

“Cheona! …. Cheona! ….” Mrs Kwon shook your shoulders like you are in the different world.

“Oh! Ah! Yes me!” You back in a reality and blinked your eyes a couple of times.

“Are you okay?” She looked at you worriedly. Suddenly you hug her and a tears formed on your eyes. The oldest feel something wet on her left shoulder and hurriedly release the hug and cupped your face with her both hand. She wiped your tears away and shooting you to calm down.

“its okay cheona-yah~ I’m right here.” She calm you down. You sobbed more into her palm but the oldest understand so she didn’t care at all besides she let you to do so.

Mrs Kwon care about you so much like her own daughter. You admit it too you feel safe around her. After a sad season finished, you prepare yourself to going out with the oldest like you promises her early. Like you always motivate to yourself, *Beauty inside is pretty than wearing a mask.* with that, you always satisfied with whatever you’re wearing without wasting your time finding a clothes that look good on you. For you, everything is good. That what people called ‘Pretty naturally’.

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As you about to open your door room, you quickly closed your eyes when you saw a hand that almost knock your head. Strangely, you don’t feel anything on your head so you decided to open your eyes slowly to get to know who’s belong to that hand. There he is! The one who’s hate you besides your parents.

“Yes?” you trying to calming yourself. Not scared because of what he would do to you but embarrassed of what happened early. For the first time ever that you didn’t believe it will happen to you is he flashed his smiled to you and spoke sweetly like a candy.

“Mom is waiting you downstairs. Hurry up. We have more thing to do.” With that he left. You. St