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    ***

    While serving as the leader of Heukcheongyo, I complained that life without a computer or smartphone was a bit boring.

    But why didn’t I know at the time that even that was an undeserved life?

    When Garam goes to the center, all I can do is lie down on the sofa in the living room.

    Until she comes back, the only places I can move around in this large house are the sofa in the living room and the dining table in the kitchen.

    The house is over 60 pyeong, which is ironic.

    Mostly, I bruise while lying down or sitting.

    Like a private transferred to a military unit, he is enjoying an uncomfortable freedom.

    When I was bored, I sometimes looked through the window and looked at the outside scenery.

    The strange length of the chain makes it impossible for me to open the window, so I can’t open it and scream.

    Is that why? The more I look outside, the more I want to go out, and now I just lie down.

    I would give up on lack in a poor environment, but I cannot tolerate lack in an environment of abundance.

    How long will this life continue?

    Already, I tried carefully to ask Mr. Garam to release it, but Mr. Garam spoke firmly.

    – If you marry me and have children. Then, I’ll let you go.

    As a compromise that was unrealistic, I never asked her to release it again.

    So, with the forced increase in time, I am spending more time thinking deeply about what has happened so far.

    How did my life become like this?

    Now, I recall a vague memory of the day I died.

    Uh, so, the memory of the day I died in the world I originally lived in.

    The season is… I can’t remember if it’s spring or summer.

    Since we talked about the weather getting warmer and air conditioning, it could be early summer.

    I remember that it was a day when things weren’t going well.

    I got irritated by the slow work, and got into an argument with a coworker.

    I remember that I wanted to calm down for a while in the overheated atmosphere and went outside.

    Holding a cup of cold coffee and stepping on the well-paved sidewalk blocks, I tried to cool down my rising anger and frustration.

    And what happened?

    When I passed a building under construction, there was a loud crashing sound and my vision darkened.

    I think maybe something on the crane hit me.

    After I died like that, I met a pigeon bitch who called herself God, and I couldn’t control my anger, so I threw a tantrum at God, and in return, I ended up like this.

    ‘I should have started life on a new level as suggested.’

    I didn’t stop thinking about this. No, I tend to do it more often.

    However, the water has already been spilled.

    Even if time went back and I was faced with the same choices, I think my clumsy personality would probably make me make the same choices.

    Maybe so?

    Yes, I think so.

    Because I’ve always been like that.

    ***

    Already, evening.

    Mr. Garam came home earlier than usual.

    The sound of pressing the door lock password was urgent.

    The electronic sound beeping at a fast tempo caught my attention involuntarily towards the entrance.

    “Dad!!”

    Mr. Garam appeared at the entrance with a look as if he was being chased by something, quickly kicked off his shoes and ran towards me.

    As soon as she sat down next to me on the sofa, she took my phone out of her pocket and pointed it at me.

    Suddenly, a message from Hocheol appeared on the screen of the cell phone I held out.

    >>Hocheol: I had something to tell you about taxes, so I called you, but you didn’t answer.

    >>Hocheol: Brother, I can’t contact you these days. Is there something wrong?

    >>Hocheol: I will send you the data first. Please check and contact us.

    >>Attachment file sent by [Hocheol]

    It’s already time for Hocheol to contact you.

    Well, no matter how much I delegate the work, there will be some things that cannot be handled without me, the actual owner.

    “This… please reply.”

    Looking at the records, it seems like I’ve been replying as if it were me so far.

    This time, it’s a big deal to pretend to be me, so it’s probably a burden.

    “Because I will hit it. Dad, please just call me.”

    As I was about to reach out and take my cell phone, Mr. Garam turned around and said.

    “……”

    For the first time in a very long time, I had an opportunity to communicate with the outside world.

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