The Meet 1

"I’m on my way now. Mmm, just go home from office. I know now is ten. Yeah ten past eighteen. Whatever.” Kim Kibum walked slowly. Her half hand held a phone to her ear, and the other swung her little red handbag. She sighed too much and frowned. This time, the last person that she wanted to talk to was just Lee Hyukjae, but the man called her and acted like a over protective lover.

“Lee Hyukjae, can we end? I’m really tired,” Kibum cut what the man said and hung up the phone. She sighed once again, then faced her phone angrily.

Why problems came up not nicely today? The morning she had problem with one of the clients in the office, then her boss angry at her and she had to overtime until late. Kibum got more angry when she remembered what just happen all day long. But she just too tired to even angry. All her bones felt so sick and her brain couldn’t think of anything.

It’s not her first time she should worked hard until almost midnight, but today she’d decided will stopped to worked for that designer. She stopped her walked and sighed. “I can be crazy,” she mumbled  to herself. She looked around. Seoul city don’t showed any sign that it’s sleepy. Buildings on all street long competed to lighting all city, forced peoples to enjoyed the view of the beautifulness of Summer night in the amazing of South Korea. Even though it’s been years she lived in Seoul, she still amazed toward it. The clock may already showed ten past, but the street still full of pedestrian and cars passed by.

The scent of foods could be smelled from Japanese restaurant there, the disco song can be heard from the music shop beside it, the voice of peoples speaking, screaming

and laughing.

Suddenly, Kibum felt her head is dizzy. Then her gaze stop to a snack shop across the street. After thinking for a while, she nodded and mumbled, “Okay,” like gave up over a fought that she did alone. Kibum crossed the street fast, as fast that a pair of tired legs that not rest for about last 8 hours could do, and enter the shop. After she greeted to the

ahjumma who own the shop that she knew for so long, she walked to the chips shelf.

“Hei, Kibum, any problems again in the office?” said the ahjumma the owner of the shop after she saw five packs of big potatoes chip that Kibum put on

the table. Kibum smiled shyly, “Ah, nothing. I’m just kinda stress.” She opened her handbag and search for her wallet. Where is her wallet?

“Hold on, ahjumma! I’m really sure I put my wallet!” Kibum ruffled her handbag, then poured all contents from her handbag to cashier table. Now, except five packs potato chips there were a comb, a faded small book, a pen without tub, a compact powder, a lip balm, a folded umbrella, three coins, a red handkerchief, a phone, two pieces of receipt, empty candy wrappers and hair clasps. “Why there’s no?” Sandy mumbled to herself while still searching. Left at home? It’s mean this whole day, she didn’t bring her wallet? Suddenly she heard phone ringing, she took a glance at her phone on the cashier table, oh not her phone that ringing.

By. Deivy Triasti A