I stand in the kitchen and wonder myself why isn't he following me?

''Zelo?!'', I shout out and I hear his steps coming closer. What a relief. I just tought he had thought about leaving. But it's ok. I'm not mad of you anymore.

''You called me?'', he says and sits on the table. 

''Yeah.... I did'', I say looking down to him. He's looking around and I am really curious why I could have been mad of him.

''Zelo, .... you know... nobody have told me before that my smile is warm'', I say and I am...blushing?

''But it is'', he answers.

''Thank you''

No answer. Maybe he doesn't know how to react if someone says 'Thank you'' to him. Why shouldn't he?

''So,.... don't you have to go to school?''

''What's school?'', he asks looking at my pictures on the wall.

Please, What?.....What?

''Which school are you going to?'', I ask again just keep acting like I haven't heard his answer.

''What's school?''

What? He still asks?! How can't you know what's school? Haven't his parents told him visiting school?!

I would have run away, too!

''Which school are you going to?''

''What's school?''

Zelo! Don't make me mad! 

''How can't you know?!'', I fizzle through my theets and I feel quickly bad. How can I? Zelo looks at me, but not in a normal way. He looks so confused. 

''School is a place you can go to learn much about maths, languaes and the big machine called community'', I explain and use my hands while doing it. 

He blinkes a few times. 

Maybe I haven't explained well.

''School is a place to learn'', he says and I nodd.

''I think everybody have to go there in life. It's obligatory'', I reply taking a magazine from my little side desk.

''I never went to school, I think''

....... . Please repeat it. He... never went to school?! Aigoo! He seem to be one of these guy teachers hate the most! A rude student! 

''Don't talk rubbish'', I say waving with my hand.

''I never went to school''

I look up and right into his eyes. Why does he look so honest? Haven't his parent told him go to school? What kind of parents are these?!

''Aigoo~, Zelo my little boy, This can't be tru-'', My cellphone rings. 

Who dares it to interrupt me?

Myungseung?

''Zelo, .... just... wait.. for a moment'', I say slowly and stand up for walking out of the room into the garden. 

Zelo, don't have to know waht we're talking about.

''Annyeong~'', hey!.... Why does my voice sound so candy like? Don't forget that he had left you!

''Annyeong, Yoremin. How are you?'', Ouu.... his voice sounds so good.

No, Yoremin! Don't forget the facts!

''I just thought of you...,  I have to show you something'', he says  and I feel like melting away.

I love this deep voice.

''F-for... me?'', Stop that, Yoremin!

''Yeah, for you...hahaha... you're still as cute as you have been. ... I am at the building we often used to go, do you remember? '', he answers happyly.

Of course I do. 

''Neh~''

''When should we meet?''

Never! Never! He made this pregnant!! 

''In one hour?'', is this my voice? What have I done?

''Fine!... I will see you then?''

''Neh~''

''Ok, see you.'', he answers.

''Annyeong'', I say. First I am just standing in my garden thinking what have I done and regretting everything, but then I jump like a little teenager and my heard feels like exploding. 

I ran up the stairs, seeing Zelo's head lying on the table, into the bathroom. What should I wear today? Something y or something cute? I put some make up on and apply blush on my cheeks. My parfume smells like peach. Yeah, cute is better. My heart still pounting like crazy. Would he like my style? After 20 minutes I walk fast down the stairs.

''Zelo~.... I am going out for just one or a half hour, is it ok? Just make yourself comfortable'', I say while taking my shoes on. 

Silence.

''Zelo?'', I ask down the corridor. Still no answer.

Why doesn't he reply something? He could say 'Annyeong', why doesn't he say it this time, too?

Suddenly I get a bad feeling. 

''Ze..lo?'', my voice sounds strange when I walk into the kitchen.

There he is. His head is laying on the table. 

''Aigoo!~ Zelo, why don't you answer, that's not polite.'', no answer.

''Stop making fun of me'', I giggle and push him a bit. His head drops down onto the ground whithout a stop.

OMO!

''OMO! ZELO!'', I shriek out loudly.

His eyes are lightly open but they're empty