"I'm home." I announced, making my voice louder as I said those words. Nobody answered me which I found a bit odd because there was always my mother's cheerful voice greeting me. I stepped inside the house and walked to the living room where my father would usually pat the comfy armchair next to him and asked me to watch his all-time favorite football game with him which I did for at least a hundred times. But again, he was not there. I began to wonder where those two had gone to. As I ponder around the house, some horrifying images started to flood my mind.

I was about to call for help from the neighbours but restrained from doing so because I heard shouts from my father's study room. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked casually towards the double french doors. I took a deep breath and put on my winning smile. As I walked inside through those doors, I noticed there was somebody else had joined my parents. The person was a man in his early twenties. He looked up at me when I entered the room followed by my parents. My mother's beautiful hazel eyes were brimmed with tears while my father had a very serious look on his face.

"HeeJung-ah," My mother started, her voice was hoarse, "Why didn't you tell us that you were married to this young man?" She gestured towards the person. I swear my eyes went wide as a fine China plate. What? I don't understand.

"We found him in front of house, bringing all kinds of documents about your marriage. And apparently, it's ing valid." My father explained through gritted teeth after he saw my confused expression on my face. He looked at me sharply which made me squirm uncomfortably on the spot where I currently standing. I gave the man an incredulous look.

"When-," My mother began again, "When did you decided to marry him?" My father handed her a box of tissue.

I looked at my parents and gave them a rueful smile, "That's the problem. I don't remember."