PRISONER OF JIN

[0.0] - TWO THE SAME SIDES

The sunlight that came through the ventilation in the narrow window indicated that the morning had just arrived. Then the sound of chicken cocktail and also some of the animals around it indicate that life has just begun. But not for him.

She still remains the same. Sitting with her legs folded into her long, shabby white skirt while shivering from the cold because of her thin dress and also her long arms plus her bare feet, in direct contact with the cold, damp floor.

Arang sighed heavily. It's her second day locked up in the barn behind the pavilion, far from people's knowledge. Only two people know of its existence.

The door-knocking noise pushed Arang up and found a plump middle-aged woman with an apron that was always her day-to-day uniform. She smiled faintly, walking as quietly as she could, although her fantofel made a sound and held out a tray of half a glass of water.

"This is all I can give you, at least to wet your dry throat." She said wistfully.

This middle-aged woman was one of two people who knew she was trapped in this ugly barn. Even so can not do anything because his master really does not like a dissident.

"Thank you, Aunt Lim." Arang answered softly.

Aunt Lim crouched down, smoothing her long, unruly, long-haired hair for days, unlike her two days, "Apologize to Master. You know you did not mean to hurt you?"

Arang stopped drinking it, looked at Aunty Lim gently though eager to laugh out of Aunt Lim's silly idea. "I am sorry? Better besfriend a rat than apologize to him just for freedom. He's a crazy psychopath. His head will grow like moon if I say sorry in front of his face. And you know I'll never want to." Then she drained the remaining water in the glass.

Aunt Lim stood up, shaking her head with a smile. Recharge and lock the door back, leaving the stunned Arang plays his index finger on the floor.

***

The man loosened his tie roughly, the faucet and washed his face and hands repeatedly. Pressing the handwash container as much as possible hope that visible impurities in both hands disappear.

After spending half an hour just to wash his hands-his habit, Jin came downstairs. Looking for Aunt Lim who is busy cooking her favorite food.

Jin smells another, not his favorite salmon but the smell of grilled tuna.

"Tuna fish?" She asked coolly. Stand a little way from Aunt Lim's while covering her nose. "Throw away"

Aunt Lim turned, lifting her high spatula right at Jin.

"It's been two days since she was in pavilion. If she gets to death, you're the one I'm frying next."

"She will not die, almost impossible. Quickly dispose of the fish."

"This is for Arang. The girl has to eat."

"I am hungry! Get my dinner." Jin turned around, sat down at the long dining table with twelve chairs and sat on the head of the chair. Sip his wine slowly. "Have you given her water?" Jin asked as Aunt Lim prepared her salmon on the plate.

Aunt Lim nodded.

"Half a glass?"

"Just like yours, sir."

"Good." Aunt Lim bowed slightly to retreat and put the tuna she had cooked into a clear plastic. "What are you going to do with that fish?"

"Giving it to a cat. It's a shame to be thrown out, this is a super-quality tuna." Aunt Lin was about to open the kitchen door directly facing toward the rear pavilion.

"Wait." Prevent Jin. "Just give it to the girl, she's looks like a cat." Then Jin gets up, does not touch his dinner and goes to his room.

Aunt Lim shook her head, smiling meaningfully.

"You guys, how long do they act like they hurt each other when love is so dead." She murmured, taking his tuna back to the kitchen, prepared more properly to give to Arang.