I hate this curiosity took over me. Waiting for mum to come back from work feels like forever!

Ding! Dong!

I pressed on Dongwoon’s house bell, standing on his wooden porch.

The door swung opened, “Oh. Hi there, Mika.” Dongha greeted me with his messy just-wake-up hair.

“Hi.” I smiled, “Is Dongwoon around?”

 “Yes, please, come in.” He gestured into his house.

I scanned through the house. There’s pictures hang on the wall.

Oh. That’s Dongwoon’s omma.

A woman was surrounded by flowers with Dongha beside her, captured in the picture. There were some more pictures of the woman.

She can’t be Aunt Kim. No way.

The thought kept repeating in my mind.

I walked to a big cupboard filled with books and decorations. But then, I stopped. My eyes wide opened.

There, stood a picture frame with a familiar face that I’ve long to look at.

My dad.

In the picture.

With Aunt Kim.

Yes. The Aunt Kim that I know. The tiny eyes, thin lips and pointed nose Aunt Kim.

But why is there only one picture of Aunt Kim and there’s tons of picture of that other ‘Aunt Kim’?

“What are you looking at?” Dongwoon suddenly appeared behind me.

I startled, “Oh--, nothing. I was just—“I turned to him. His hair was wet. He smells incredible with whatever shower soap he is using. I was stunned.

My heart raced. Why does he suddenly look so—perfect?

“You okay?” Dongwoon waved his hand at my face.

I came back to reality, blushing. “Oh. Yes. Sorry.”

Ugg. Just wake up, Mika! He is your COUSIN!

Like, freakin’ dad’s sister’s son!

“So, what makes you come here? Bored at home? Or you miss me?” he chuckled.

My heart beat so fast after the last words he just said.

“Nooooo.” I snorted, “I’m just passing by.”

“Oh?”

“Well, actually, I come to ask some questions.”

“So you’re a part-time journalist now?” he walked to the sofa and settled down. “Bring it on.”

I couldn’t help to giggle to his gesture. “So, this man here,” I pointed to dad in the picture, “Do you know him?”

He rolled his eyes, “Duh. That’s my uncle. A.K.A, your dad.”

Okay maybe that’s a dumb question. But, just to make sure. Double check.

I cleared my throat, “How about her?” I pointed to Aunt Kim in the picture. “She looks familiar to me.”

I waited anxiously.

But he stayed silent, staring at the black TV screen.

Oh come on. Speak!

Then he spoke, “She is---someone.” His expression suddenly changed as he stood up. “Do you want some drink? I’ll make you one. Is tea okay for you? Or coffee? Juice?”

He kept on talking, without giving me any chance to speak and gone into the kitchen.

Completely avoiding my question.