| Chapter 5 |
| Han Jina began pouring her emotions into her diary, now thick with words, thick with her thoughts. Now the diary is her closest kin. Sitting on her bed, think that she would be leaving on her birthday, to somewhere, far. Sister Marianne told her that the family would be picking her up on her birthday. Initially ,Jina refused to go, she wanted to stay by Oppa. Now she gave a second thought, since oppa doesn't want me anymore, I shall leave this place, much as she would like to stay, she wanted to leave too. Her mind was being tortured badly with Oppa's cold mysterious behaviors. Thoughts ran in her mind, tears flowed down again. She could not stop crying. She couldnt bear to leave them - friends in St Helena and of course oppa. It was painful to lose someone close to her again but compared to oppa being so near to her, yet feeling so far away hurt her even more.Three more days and she had to pack her bag. She had not told Oppa about it as she couldnt break the news to him earlier on. Her pillows were often soaked with
tears but she took an effort to cry softly, so that could nobody hear her. She wanted the pain to kept to herself only. Sang Ming felt bad for being cold to Jina but he had no choice. He was tired and stressed from his work. He was now working in a construction area, carrying heavy bricks and pushing trolleys of cement. He is saving the money to buy the "Heart of a Sacred Moonstone" for his beloved sister. Thinking that Jina will be elated to receive the present, it motivated him to work hard. It was worth it, for Jina, only. Every day, Sang Ming would walk past the shop to see this "perfect present". "I wish Jina could understand", he sighed. |
| Chapter 6 |
| 650, 700, 800,900,1000 won. Sang Ming felt a moment of despair. Despite the fact that he had worked so hard, all the bruises he had, all the sweat he dropped. It was all in vain. Jina's birthday was tomorrow. With a heavy heart, he walked to the antique shop. He picked up the pendant locket, open the locket to listen to the music, the beautiful tune. It belongs to the moon, our moon. Half-heartedly, he asked the lady boss: "excuse me mam, I would like buy this necklace, but I only have 1000 won, can you sell it to me at this price?"The woman exclaimed: "what! , selling this for a 1000won , you must be kidding ! now go away, I need to do my business. Shoo shoo...." Park Sang Ming immediately fell on his knees and begged the lady boss, please , please do not say no, please sell it to me..... I really need it." Sang Ming kneel and knocked his head on the floor repeatedly, till his forehead was smeared with blood. Seeing this, the lady boss relented and said: "stand up boy, why do you need this badly, it is nothing but an old locket?" Sang Ming replied: " I need to give this to someone dearest to me". With that, she sighed : "fine, take it, today is just a lousy day". Sang Ming thanked her profusely: " kamsah hamida, kamsah hamida!". Sang Ming held the precious locket necklace tightly in his hands. He couldn't wait to give it to Jina. Jina packed her clothes , her stuff into her suitcase. "I must not cry, I must not cry." she said. Her heart aches , feeling this sour spasm inside, yet she could not cry. She had ran out of her tears.In 2 hours time, it was B-day. It was her Birth-day as well as Bye-day. |
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