Chapter 3 – Episode 3

To put it nicely, I would use the expression that it is like a feather, but the condition of the girl was more appropriate to say that it was only bones.

“Who deliberately starved?”

Without realizing it, I just mumbled whatever came to my mind without any intention.
The index finger of the girl I was holding trembled.

… Really?

“Some bastard would do such a crazy thing.”

I’m trash too, but it was unimaginable to deliberately starve such a weak and delicate girl.
Can such a scumbag really exist in this world?

“Bitch?”
“… Yeah, you son of a gun. There is such a thing.”

Shoot it, shoot it

Regardless of whether or not she was my daughter from now on, I couldn’t help but be angry that such a young girl would starve on purpose.
I’ve been annoyed with it ever since.

“You, from now on, even if you suffer from hunger, don’t suffer from hunger. Okay?”

Flinch, flinch.

“… Ah, arajjoo.”
“Yeah, that’s enough. If you’re hungry, just pull my cheeks to wake me up. Understand?”

At my words, it is a girl who lightly forgets about the pain in her fingers and blankly lifts her head and looks at me.
Like is it really okay?
Really?
… Looking at the eyes that seemed to ask me, I was embarrassed and embarrassed for no reason and said.

“Really, Real Luda.”

Then, the girl’s pupils seemed to grow 1.5 times larger, and she answered with a little bit of strength.

“Yes!”
“Yeah, it looks a little better now.”
“My finger doesn’t hurt that much…”
“Do not lie. Even grown-ups get burned by something hot, and they pay attention to it all day long. When you’re young, you get a bunch of bad habits.”
“… It really doesn’t hurt.”
“Yes, yes.”

I nodded roughly, then looked at the swamp of red ramen soup spreading more and more on the floor.

“…”

Then she looked at the girl in turn, and the girl, still in my arms, only tilted her head at her.

“Apologize.”
“Apple?”
“Are you kidding.”

Rather than wanting to apologize to such a child… I didn’t think it was a normal thing to do.
After all, I learned that from my parents too.

“Ah…That’s it.”

I could see why a child is also called the mirror of an adult.
They were pure white drawing paper.
If my parents didn’t teach me from one to ten, I didn’t know anything.

“If only I had spilled the food I made for you.”
“Yes.”
“At that time, I’m going to apologize, keuheum.”

It was so strange that I said something like this, so I spontaneously got goosebumps on my forearms. Come to think of it, at some point I seemed to have forgotten that it was an apology.
When I was working at the bar, I accidentally spilled alcohol, or when I bumped into a guy who was worse than me, I got angry.

“Ha, even Kim Hyeon-woo, who used to be popular, became a eunuch, so he fell into hell in an instant?”

Looking back now, I realized that it was only natural that I was insulted when I heard those words.
These are the seeds I sowed.

“I should have apologized first… Before getting angry.”

I was just trying to teach her child, but she realized her own mistakes her.

“Apology, is it Moya?”
“That makes sense.”

I said as I slowly lowered the girl to the floor.

“Sorry, I was wrong… I’m saying.”
“Myan, you can’t sleep.”

Seeing the girl do what I had taught her with her short tongue, I smiled and accepted the apology kindly.

“Okay, then I usually forgive you by saying it’s okay, it’s okay.”
“Okay… Are you salty?”
“Then it’s fine. How many people have not made this mistake at least once in their lives? It’s not even a child who gets angry with a straight face just because he spilled a bowl of ramen…”

… Oh, that was me too.

When I was in high school, I was eating cheese ramen without the teacher’s knowledge during night time, and a classmate accidentally hit it with his elbow while taking the workbook out of the locker.

“Ha, I feel embarrassed for nothing.”

Rumbling, rumbling.

It was fortunate.

It was because the girl kept attracting my attention and nerves so that I wouldn’t flounder in shame.

“Don’t you know how to use chopsticks?”
“Is that all?”
“For now, it would be faster for me to feed them. Even if it’s a little later, the ramen will double in size.”

A very young child realized that she was taking a lot of work.
My parents must have felt the same way.

I would have felt this way until the day I left high school and ran out.

“No, maybe you’re still feeling it…”

… Come to think of it, I didn’t visit my parents even during the holidays.

I thought that I was the only one who was going well, and that I didn’t have to see the faces of the poor family.

“Can I squeeze my tongue out, too?”
“Yeah, that’s where it starts.”

It was a weight that could not be compared to pouring cup noodles like this, so I don’t know if they would forgive me, but I was able to gain a little courage from the girl’s words to her.
Even if I get beaten to the point of breaking my bones with a broom, I’ll have to visit you this time.

“Hey, sit here.”

I sat the girl on the inside of my legs to make it easier to feed.

“Arajjjjjou…”

Unlike before, she is a girl who listens to me obediently in her own way. Seeing her look at it, she was proud for nothing, and her heart her was a little bit moved.
In a way, after her life her went to hell, as her pride and self-esteem her hit the bottom, I may have been feeling very lonely.
I would have found her mother her because I wanted anyone to stay by my side of her.

“Whoa, whoa…”

I lifted the ramen noodles with my usual large chopsticks, then realizing that this was too much for this little girl to eat, she cut it in half and blew it into her mouth again to cool it.

“You cool down what’s hot.”
“Arajjjjjou…”

Are you saying that you only know?
No
Because I don’t know that much.

“I’m done now. Eat.”
“…”
“You can eat it. Are you okay. Good to eat Since I was born, I have never seen a human say that ramen is not delicious.”

I met women who were presidents of large corporations, but among them, there was even a person who took me to a local tear gas ramen shop saying that Haejang is ramen.

“Mum-mum.”

As if gaining confidence in my words, the girl carefully opened her mouth and munched on her ramen.

“Ha, you don’t even know how to eat ramen.”

Should I show you this too?
… As she muttered, the girl flinched and shook her body, and then she looked at me with disgruntled eyes.

“What?”
“What?”

Teach me and just complain, is this?
Like this bold little boy.

“You eat like this, like this. Hurulururrururruruluruk!”
“… !”

When I reproduced the noodle-slicing I had seen a lot in Nutube’s mukbang, the girl’s eyes widened again and emitted a brilliant light.

“Hoodudeuk, cool, cool!”
“Puhahahaha, puhaha! Puhihihi, puhihi!”
“Ooh, don’t laugh!”
“Ah, damn that’s funny, really…”
“Chi, Chiba! Ooh, stop laughing!”

… Uh.

“What did you just say?”
“Chippa! Fuck you!”

Oh my gosh!
I was so surprised that I almost dropped the ramen I was holding on the floor, just like the girl.
No, crazy

Come to think of it, children were like mirrors and sponges of adults.
But how many times have I cursed in front of him?

“…”

Did you just learn that?
And, of course, that kind of vulgar curse?

“Oh, oh, that’s a word you shouldn’t use. OK?”
“Cheer up! It clings to your mouth! Fuck you, bitch!”
“It’s a word you shouldn’t use!”

I tried to warn him not to do it somehow and correct his habit of his, but funny enough, he does n’t listen to me like that.
Oh, did I too?
Even though my parents told me several times to stop thinking, I was always troubled since I was in elementary school.

“Gosh. Let’s eat all the ramen and think about it.”
“Hurrureuk, chorlock, hurl, chorrokcolok!”

She somehow tried to imitate the noodles I showed her, but the girl ended up not succeeding in doing the noodles until she finished eating her ramen, and she reversed the rags she was wearing and her face her was covered with only ramen soup. Hey it’s gone

“It’s still too much for you.”
“… Any more?”
“I gave you almost the entire thing, but is it still not enough?”
“That, that…”

It was just, really, I just asked lightly without any meaning.
The meaning is the same

I just asked if it was really not enough, and if it was not enough, I implicitly included the meaning of giving more. The girl dropped her head in surprise again, as if her interaction with me was a lie, and she looked at me.

“Hey!”

When I saw that, I was outraged.

“… Profit!”

Then, as if the boldness of the girl who hit my testicles twice was a lie, she freaked out and slammed her butt from behind.
I carefully lifted the girl up and said.

“If there is anything you want to do, tell me honestly! It’s better that way Okay?”
“Well, what about?”
“Okay! That’s okay. It’s worse when children deceive and lie to adults. What’s wrong with a bad child, someone worse than that? Okay?”
“… !”

It is not unreasonable for a child to shudder in surprise at such words, but what on earth did this child go through in the past to show such an extreme appearance?

“Hey, no.”
“Ok? Then what do you call it You didn’t tell me your name.”
“… Like.”
“Uncle Ho-ho?”
“Miho…”

Mihora…
It’s a more Korean name than I thought, right?

“Isn’t that a lie?”
“That’s Miho’s name! Don’t lie!”

When I saw Miho screaming with her two dainty fists clenched with an expression of hurt that scares me to suspect, I smiled and said,

“OK got it. It’s a pretty name.”
“… !”

It’s that moment.
Shiver.
Suddenly, clear water ran down Miho’s cheeks on her and she fell to the ground.

“Hey hey hey! Why are you crying! What did I do wrong?”
“I don’t know, haaaaang, haaaaang! Don’t know… !”
“Don’t cry, no, I’m crying because I did something wrong.”

Surprised, I hugged Miho and patted his little back her. It was a fragile, small back that looked like it would break if you patted it hard.

“Dad, Mom… Whoa, whoa, whoa… !”

Dad…
I know that word doesn’t refer to me, and I said I didn’t care too much.
The fact that a child sadly looked for his parents he seemed to have a mysterious power that made even the heart of a trash like me throb.

“… It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“I’m hungry, Maria, it’s still not enough… Miho, I mean I was hungry.”
“Okay, I’ll make you another Cup Noodle.”

Look at this.
There is no way a child could endure hunger. How painful is hunger for an impatient child.
It wasn’t that an accident happened when a hungry child accidentally entered the kitchen.

“Tell me whenever you feel hungry. Understand? If I’m sleeping.”
“I grabbed the ball and grabbed it…”
“Yes, yes.”

After a while, Miho emptied the finished cup noodles all the way to the floor by herself.
And then

“One more.”
“Uh? That, yes.”

You must be very hungry.
… I thought

“One more.”

One more?
One more?

No matter how small a cup of ramen is, how many can I eat?
I was at a loss for words as I stared blankly at the empty cup ramen containers piling up in front of Miho in an instant.

“Knock it off.”

Where did you get a piglet from?