Marriage Arrangement
LAKEWOOD AND YAMAHA“We are here! Our head quarter, which will be your place to hang out for a little bit,” exclaimed Onii-sama in his cheerful tone. The building is not as spectacular as any high-performance entertainment company. Perhaps it is because Contemporary Entertainment is still new in entertainment field. However, the moment I stepped into the building, I instantly felt a wave of warmth and awkwardness consumed myself. There are beautiful chandeliers dangling from the crafted ceilings, bows from the friendly staff members, abundant amount of coffee served up to Onii-sama’s room (which also means most of his coffee will be stolen), frequent visit trips to the performers’ room and tonnes of paperworks to be revised and translated.
After whopping amount of meeting and greeting Onii-sama’s shareholders who were happened to be available in the head quarter, I finally entered Onii-sama’s office and got myself dazzled by breathtaking view which overlooked Korean streets below, exposing the abstract lives of both rich and poor people. About the room, it is cosy for a single man like him, but who cares about his room when there are something much more exciting out the window!
“Hey sis! Here are your work,” claimed Onii-sama after few attempts of trying to catch my wandering attention. “Your unofficial work,” again, signalling that broken rabbit ears at the word ‘unofficial work’. I knew his intention of trying to annoy me, but 15 years with Daddy and his gang members taught me how to deal with naughty guys. So I gave him a smirk instead. Surprisingly, it did annoys him, a lot!
“OK. So your work is translating these Japanese documents into Hangeul and English,” he said between ruffling of papers into their respective categories before shoving the freshly-arranged documents into my hands. “Japanese composers are coming in next week, and I really need your help in translation. OK Baby Sis?” he teased again as he patted my head. I pouted with my ugliest ugly reaction towards the ugly name given. But he ignored. Ouch..
“OK. Fine, Onii-sama,” I said as I dragged myself away from his desk and into the guest table across the office.
“You know what, I think maybe it is better if you try to call me oppa, like how you used to call me back then,” he said in the midst of ruffling through papers, with his hopeful tint in his voice. I tried to pronounce it, but it still turned out awkward. At least it turned out better than my first try.
“How about I call you Jiyong Oppa? I think that sounds better. Besides, I feel more Korean when I called out Korean names,” I insisted as I crossed my arms across my chest. Onii-sama, I mean, Jiyong Oppa looked convinced. He nodded at our agreement. I was so relief to see his genuine smile again. It has been almost a week now since I last saw him smiling like this.
However, my stay at Jiyong Oppa’s office was not long because I started to get bored between papers. So I decided to sneak out from the room to roam around the rest of the head quarter.
“Thank you everyone for your hardwork! I need to go now,” chirped Sungha as he started to drape on his Lakewood. Huffing did he ran down the hallway and down the staircase. Perhaps Azuki was being too small or his nose was being too big that it covered Azuki’s whole frame, they bumped into each other at the end of the stairs, hard enough to sent Azuki flying across the marbled floor. Sungha was surprised at the sudden appearance of the girl, but he was quick to his wit to help the girl up. He offered his hand out to help but she refused his hand and decided to get up by herself, slightly embarassed as there were a few staff members around that witnessed the whole incident.
“Hey! What was the rush, dude?” Azuki complained as she smoothed out her skirts once she managed to stand up. She continued to pat off imaginary dust from her skirts and some more on her sleeves as she inspected them for torns.
“Sorry, Miss. I am in a big hurry,” he tapped in. “Here is my name card. Anything, you can contact me. Sorry,” with that, out in a swift he went out the door, leaving Azuki stared at his leaving silhoutte in confusion.
“At least he is being responsible,” remarked Azuki softly. “But it was not entirely his fault too,” she remarked again. “Wait. This is not a running zone. So, it was his fault because he ran,” complained Azuki, confidently. “But then, I should be watching where I go too,” added Azuki, more confused this time. She plopped herself onto the couch in front of her and flicked the name card between her fingers playfully.
“Jung SungHa,” she breathed out the word as she examined the card. “Well, I bet I will be seeing you again next time,” she claimed and slipped the card into her blouse pocket.
“Sis, time to go! You are late for your own meeting,” panicked Jiyong as he ran down the stairs. “Why the heck you didn’t remind me about your schedule!” yelled Jiyong while continued his run across the other side of the lobby towards Azuki. He was panting heavily topped with burning red face from exhaustion by the time he reached Azuki.
“What meeting?” asked Azuki, confused. This time she flipped open schedule notifications on her phone, only to give herself a major heart attack yet, “Marriage Arrangement?”
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