Swamp-3

My house is small.

The first house I remember was 30 pyeong. I think it was when I was in elementary school.

A refrigerator, a dining table, a TV, and a piano.

My father must have wanted me to become a pianist.

He even got me private piano lessons, which weren’t common back then.

The second house was 22 pyeong. I think it was when I was in middle school.

A refrigerator, a dining table, and a TV.

The family went from three people to two.

My father didn’t come home often, and I cooked for myself at home.

Doing housework alone was really difficult.

The third house was 15 pyeong. I think it was when I was in high school.

A refrigerator and a TV.

I ate meals on a folding table.

It became difficult to store clothes in the house, so I threw away a lot of clothes that I cherished.

The time I spent with my father decreased more and more, and to fill my father’s absence, I managed a gym.

The fourth house was 12 pyeong. Around the time I became an adult.

A refrigerator.

It became even harder to see my father, and I continued to manage the gym.

I enjoyed exercising. When I was exercising, I didn’t have bad thoughts.

Currently, 10 pyeong. The house I moved into after sending my father away.

A mini-refrigerator and a blanket.

A house with a musty smell and crawling bugs.

The space where I have the hardest time being in 24 hours a day.

When I’m here, it feels like the mold spreading on the floor is eating away at my mind.

It feels like the cockroaches lurking under the shelves and under the sink are hiding, waiting for a chance to bite me.

This place is a prison.

I really don’t want to go home.

What did Inho Boss think when he saw this house?

Did he think it was the world of the lower class, a world different from his own?

Would he lose interest in me, thinking I’m a poor and dirty woman?

My arm is itchy. It feels like bugs are crawling all over my body.

-Scratch, scratch

I feel a little better after scratching my arm with my short fingernails.

Boss dropped Garam off at her house and then left abruptly.

He said he was going to do something about that woman Hana… I really hope I don’t have to meet her in person.

What if that sly fox seduces our Boss…

My throat is itchy.

-Scratch, scratch

I don’t know how many hours have passed since Boss dropped me off at home.

One hour? Two hours? Or a day?

I think I heard the morning sparrows chirping.

But I can’t sleep in this house.

If I sleep in this house, I feel like I’ll suffocate and die.

I feel like something hidden somewhere in the house will pop out and strangle me.

So I can’t sleep.

I turn my body towards the front door, hug my legs, and endure.

I’m sleepy, but I endure it.

Boss will probably be busy today, so I shouldn’t contact him first.

The moment I contact him, he’ll leave me, thinking I’m a bothersome woman.

So, like a good girl, I have to be patient and wait.

Until Boss opens that door and calls my name.

“Ah….”

I’m thirsty.

How long has it been since I drank water? I can feel my dry lips cracking.

“Water…”

I get up unsteadily and take out water to drink.

“Huh…?”

I look out the window and it’s night.

I was sure it was morning. It’s dark.

I turn on my phone.

A day has passed.

It’s as if my memory has been deleted in the middle, and I don’t remember what I did.

Was I sitting there for a whole day?

I feel like I’ve been hit hard on the head with something blunt.

I feel dizzy and sit back down on the floor, tapping on my phone.

I run Oceania TV as if possessed.

Boss told me not to broadcast for the time being. He said that people who like to play mean pranks were targeting me.

“I… have to broadcast.”

It’s a broadcast that Boss cares about. I’d feel too sorry to Boss if I quit like this.

“Huh…?”

BJ Hana is visible on a popular channel.

Could Boss be in that broadcast?

With an uneasy heart, I connect.

A donut-shaped ring spins, loading the screen.

[Everyone, don’t get baited by trolls.]

The woman was mediating the situation in a calm voice, but there was a very slight tremor in her voice.

Wondering what was going on, I looked at the chat window and saw that the conversation was flowing with a similar feeling to what I had experienced.

LookingForSmallChannels: Explain yourself

Jishin72: Is the community content real? Explain after seeing the post.

1010343221: (trembling emoticon)

ShooshookShooshook: lol Hana got caught

LaikaIsGod: lololololol

Vurgin: Caught you? Can’t say anything?

Taking: Na

TteokbokkiSpinachMan: Rak

BeanSproutMintChocoNation: Na

66 – BB: Na

Lykos: NarakNarak

DayAfterTomorrow_236: Get lost

People filled with anger, like zombie monsters in a movie, were exploding in the chat window.

As the chat window scrolled up at a speed that was too much to read with my eyes, the woman on the screen was flustered and didn’t know what to do.

A link that someone posted caught my eye in the storm of rushing chats.

When I clicked on the link, a community post came up, and it was a post with audio attached.

“‘Recently, due to the mention of a specific person, there have been accusations against me and attacks against innocent people.'”

That was the first sentence of the post.

‘Therefore, in order to prevent unfair victims from occurring, I am uploading the call recording.’

And the audio attached below.

When I pressed the play button, the conversation began with a distorted voice.

A voice pathetically clinging to a man.

A voice demanding money from a man.

A voice threatening, mentioning what the man had done so far.

She doesn’t say who it is… but I think I know whose voice this is.

In the uncontrolled broadcasting environment, the woman ended the broadcast with a stiff face.

Even after it ended, the heat in the chat window did not cool down.

The refreshed community page is also full of stories about one broadcast.

In just one day, all the stories about me disappeared.

-KakaoTalk!

A message came.

It’s Boss.

Inho: Garam, I think I’ve put out the urgent fire for now. Take a few days off. Let’s talk about the center remodeling tomorrow. I’ll go to your house.

It’s like magic.

When Boss waves his hand, poof, all the problems are solved.

Problems that I can’t solve no matter how much I struggle and shout are solved as soon as Inho Boss touches them.

It’s obvious.

It’s wrong to compare trash like me, who can’t do anything, to Boss in the first place.

What if that Boss leaves my side?

The thought of Boss leaving makes me feel suffocated and my throat itchy.

-Scratch, scratch

I can continue to run the center because of Boss.

I can earn money and pay off my debt little by little because of Boss.

Boss gets rid of the people who harass me.

I eat because of Boss,

I drink water because of Boss,

I breathe because of Boss,

I live because of Boss,

All thanks to Boss.

Without Boss, I’m just a lump of flesh that can’t do anything.

If Boss leaves me, I’m a worthless being who can’t live.

I can’t live without Boss.

Boss has to be by my side.

He has to be.

That’s how I can live.

Please don’t leave me. I’ll do well.

I’ll listen well and do everything you tell me to do.

So please don’t leave me.

Praise me, stroke me, and protect me.

I can’t live without you.

Please be my dad.

Boss…

No.

Dad.