Our House Pet by Kang Miju
6. Do you like me or do you like her?
"Whew,
tiring."
In my
both hands, there are bags full of food to survive. Because there are more family
to feed, if I buy like usual amount, it runs out in 3 days. So these days once a
week I have to buy a lot. Especially... since someday, there was something that's been taking over our refrigerator.
"This
stupid Kisstick. So expensive...Shit."
Food
just for Darong. Sausage. If I don't have this, it gets pain in the ass. I
should've not eaten Kisstick that day. He knows the taste of it, such a pain. Maybe good looking guy born with a good metabolism. He doesn't get fat even though he
eats a lot. He doesn't exercise, but he doesn't get fat and no skin
trouble. I kind of have allergy, so if I eat cucumber, I get rashes... plus if I
eat sweets continuously I get pimples. But that bastard has nothing like that.
(chatting chatting)
Near by the apartment was very noisy. I picked up the bags again with my two hands and walked few steps that moment I saw!
"Oh my, Mister!
Where are you from? Do you live in this apartment?"
"Oh, Chul's Mom. This man is so quiet."
"Oh my oh my! that makes him look cooler."
"Isn't
he a celebrity? I never saw a man like him."
Our
Darong was waiting for me. When I go out I say, 'I will buy sausage~' right away he follows me and waits for me until I come. He was surrounded by
ajummas, unmarried women, and middle and high schoolers. Today he wore a nice
clothes. When I first me him, he was wearing black shirt, black jacket, and
black pants. It is rare to match that well in black, but he was born to wear
blacks. In the morning, I made him wear those, and after that I almost faint. My
blood was rushing to my nose. He was... so... sexy...
"Ho..Ho.
Excuse me?"
"Huh?
You came to see this man, Miss?"
This
one old ajumma asked. Ha, his man lives in my house, and I own him. Hoho! I
wanted to say this, but I decided to take some time to tell her. There is
nothing happier to wait to say something.
"No!"
"Huh?
Then do you have something to do with us?"
"Huh?"
"Hoho,
Rong! Let's go."
These
audiences didn't get it. To make me look more fabulous, I gave him my hand and
shouted and he grabbed my hand and stood up.
"Wow!
That oppa is so tall. He is like a model."
"By
the way who is that ajumma?"
What!
Ajum...ma?! Why is that bastard an oppa, but why am I an ajumma! Although she
is a middle schooler, that's making me mad. I frowned and stared at those
youths and said.
"Hoho,
I'm sorry to say this. This ajumma is living with this oppa."
"You...
guys are married?"
"I
don't know. Anyway I will take our Rong!"
"Rong?
It must be a nickname. They must be a married couple, Soon's Mom!"
"But
that woman is not good for that guy."
"That
woman looks good too... but that man looks way too good."
Neighbor
ajummas started to chat again. Yes yes, our Darong is way good looking, I agree
with that. And it's true that my look gets buried by him. But being next to a
hot guy makes me feel happy. Nothing is better than Darong.
"Darong.
Did those ajummas bother you?"
"...."
"Hmmm,
okay. Let's take a revenge on those ajummas later."
"...."
I'm
already at the level that I can talk to him only with the eye contact. Later I
should buy those educational videos or posters to help him learn basic Korean.
If I send him to the kindergarten, there will be a big commotion between
teachers because of him. Before that he should speak fluently. He says only
short words, but his voice... I really like it. I'm sure he has a nice voice.
"Meow!"
"Woof!"
When I
opened the door, these two guys ran towards me. These days their pranks are too harsh. Everything gets destroyed, but I forgive them because they are cute. This
house was always quiet... After they came, our house because very bright.
"Darong.
Let's eat snacks!"
"...!"
"(Gasp)!"
That... that bastard... for the first time, he showed reaction. Always he was vacantly
standing there. It was very small reaction, but he's telling he is happy. Oh my
gosh! So cute. I gave him the whole container because I got happy.
Ding
dong
When I
was about to peal a potato, someone pressed our door bell.
"Who
is it?"
"Is this the house of Haein Han?"
"Yes,
this is and?"
"Can
you open the door for a minute?"
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