Chapter 70 – Heist Setup (4)

Heist Ready (4)

Where did you hear that…

I gazed at Cha Seol-hee’s shivering shoulder with a small smile and slowly flipped through my memories.

“… You look so much like my mother.”

I was able to recall the place where the feeling of déjà vu occurred from her subsequent answer.

It was definitely a conversation I had with Cha Seol-hee when I was browsing her third-floor office.

At that time, Cha Seol-hee was certain that her mother was still alive, and for that reason, had an absurd ‘feeling’.

“It’s just that the impression is so similar that it gives you goosebumps. It’s just a complete first impression—”

Cha Seol-hee looks at me with one eye as she lengthens the end of her words.

“It seems calculated, and just looking at it makes me strangely reluctant—”

I quietly made eye contact with Cha Seol-hee, who was pouring out bad words without stopping.

The bolt that Cha Seol-hee casually evaded and closed that day.

The bolt was wide open, slowly spewing out something very secret.

“… I don’t know, but I think the words are too strong for my mother.”
“…”

I quietly grabbed the bolted door, neither strong nor weak.

A subtle encouragement that gives Cha Seol-hee room to answer.

I quietly stared at Cha Seol-hee, who smiled bitterly at my answer.

“… If there is a house like this, there is also a house like that.”
“…”
“Anyway, I’m sure your mother isn’t dead, so you won’t be either.”

… Clearly.

Cha Seol-hee drinks beer with a low muttering.

I watched her wriggling neck for quite some time and then caressing her water droplets on her can of beer for a while.

Blurred pupils and blushing of the cheeks in a different meaning than drunkenness, even with dim lighting.

“…”

Watching her caressing her canned beer for a while, I was able to intuit it very naturally.

Now she was waiting involuntarily.

Let me ask you next—

Whatever the reason, I hope you carefully enter the wide open bolt.

It’s always been a secret.

A word that is the furthest antipode from words such as sharing or sharing.

However, people always yearn for someone to share and share their secrets with.

They crave a lifelong companion who understands their darkest, deepest secrets.

Especially if you are a woman who values ​​such ’emotional exchange’.

“Seeing that she disliked her mother a little, did she usually like her father more than her mother?”

So, for me, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

Clues and conversations that were so necessary to have Cha Seol-hee intact and to tie them up again.

But-

The sound of clear laughter spread through the bedroom, where only the sound of each other’s words echoed quietly.

Thanks to that, her gaze, which had been staring blankly at the can of beer, returned to me.

“Just looking at your sisters faces, it seems like they would have done whatever they wanted to do.”

… Dad.

The name she put up with a faint smile while looking at me.

“They were very nice people.”
“… ?”

I was about to move on to the next question, but my words stopped for a moment.

I unconsciously tilted her head and stuttered her words.

… What? Good people?

Foot-.

And Cha Seol-hee looked at my face as if she had expected it and smiled briefly.

She looked at my face, which had not yet been cleaned up, then turned her head to the front again.

“They are half sisters, White and I. To be precise, half-sisters with the same mother and different fathers.”
“… Wait a minute, my father is different, how can I—”
“Do you have the same last name? My dad and dad are the same Mr. Cha.”
“…”

See. Did you say it was creepy?

Cha Seol-hee looked at me as if she was surprised and narrowed her eyes.

For some reason, it seemed that the object of her question was not this conversation, but someone else.

“… Maybe that’s why even my dad, who understood everything, couldn’t yield as much as his name.”
“…”
“Originally, Hayan was planning to be named Seolha, mother.”

Chaseolha.

“But my dad was very angry and opposed it, so it was decided that he would be white instead of Seolha. White’s name is.”

Maybe even the last name is the same, but he couldn’t stand the fact that the name was similar.

Legs swaying slightly as if nothing happened, and both thumbs regularly sweeping beer cans up and down.

And a strangely calm voice.

“… Did your dad hate you so much?”
“Puff- no. Because you were such a good person? Just-“

Cha Seol-hee stares blankly at somewhere with a silly laugh spilling over the ceiling.

“Dad and Dad. They were both very nice people.”

Title.

Those two different titles seemed to be how she identified her father.

“… How old were you? Anyway, since I was young, you have been coming to see me regularly. And I remember a little vividly how I waited for those days pretty hard. I could really do anything I wanted that day. Even though it’s not Christmas or my birthday, I was able to bring everything I wanted and go anywhere I wanted.”

However-

Recalling her past with her small smile, she lowered her head slightly and contained her wry smile.

“The more I met my father, the more I came to know things I didn’t want to know. Was it a really fun day at the amusement park with your father? Maybe that’s why it was already dark after leaving the amusement park, and my father said he would buy me a hamburger.”

“My father, who had been clinging to me like a cicada, sat down on a chair and my father got up to order. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, whether it was because I was tired that day or to surprise my father when he would come back. I just closed my eyes. Just-“

… Eyes only.

A faint trembling that can be heard more clearly because it is calm.

“And then my mother came. Like this, she must have never expected to be with her father until late at night. I still vividly remember my mother’s hand caressing my face as I hurriedly leaned against the wall and the footsteps of my father who returned belatedly.”

Following her words, I slowly drew the scene of the day.

Her childhood car Seol-hee with her eyes closed leaning against her wall at a fast-food restaurant, her mother looking down at her and her father coming closer.

Cha Seol-hee’s mother approaches her father with eyes wide open.

Pretty intense conversations exchanged with each other like that.

“My father told her mother that she still didn’t know why. She said her mother wasn’t her father’s fault.”

“He also begged my father to come back saying he still loves him. Mother-“

Her eyelashes quivered along with the quivering tips of her words.

She spoke her words with a light bite.

“My mother said it was over, and how many times did she say it again? And I guess my father couldn’t stand it.”

“When she opened her eyes slightly at her mother’s sudden interruption, she saw her father’s back hugging her mother tightly. And the expression on her mother’s face accepting that…”

The head bent down and the legs still swaying across each other.

She slightly squashed the already empty beer can and laughed meaninglessly.

“After that, my father never came to visit me. Maybe- I guess I was a link to connect my mother and father again to my father.”
“…”
“But now that I think about it, you are a very good person. She’s had such a successful daughter, but she’s never been in touch with her until now. In the meantime, I was a little afraid of when the article would explode.”

I was afraid that she would get revenge on my mother through me again…

Whoa-

He exhaled a long breath and closed his lips again.

I chewed on her story as I looked at Cha Seol-hee, who was only looking at her swaying legs.

… Underlying psychology.

Perhaps the oldest and heaviest emotion formed from childhood, the earliest days of a person.

That is why it is an inseparable memory that is endlessly embedded in the deepest depths of the person.

“Okay.”
“… Huh? What?”
“I know what you want to say to me.”
“… ?”

Tea Seol-hee automatically puts a question mark on her face at the words that follow.

She immediately let out her small laugh and gave me a big shrug.

“I’m just drunk and spitting out all the things I can’t say?”
“No.”

It’s common.

The story of a child who realizes the faults of his parents and tries his best not to be like that.

“You and your mother are already completely different people.”
“… Suddenly?”
“Uh. After listening to her story, I can’t see a single resemblance to her mother.”
“… Yes?”

Having witnessed the love that gave birth to oneself roll on the ground so easily, one becomes obsessed with real love.

“The fact that she had that kind of look and that kind of values ​​in the first place was—”
“Wait, wait. All of a sudden, why- that’s completely irrelevant to this conversation. I just want to be as efficient as possible—”
“No.”

Her words cut off naturally at the firm answer.

I repeated it again as I made eye contact with her staring blankly at me.

“No.”
“…”
“You’re trying to tell me that you didn’t like a mother like that. You keep showing off like that and asking me to find out.”
“…”
“No?”

Cha Seol-hee, who only fills me up with her trembling pupils at my question.

I smiled slightly at her underlying psychology, which I finally understood.

Lack of affection.

A deficiency that is too unsuitable for her, who was loved by everyone.

She quietly ruminated on her life, living with a really deep and dark deficiency she didn’t know about.

The conversations she had with her so far were slowly rewinding clearly in her head, and she let out her beautiful voice.

Because I witnessed love thrown away like a devoted mate in reality, I longed for the special love shown in movies and dramas—

A woman whose job is to sell illusions and at the same time wanted fantasy more than anyone else.

And a man who finally understood all of that deep, dark lack.

I smiled softer as I looked at my face fully reflected in her pupils.

She didn’t get to ride her white horse like her fantasies she hoped for –

With a similar ability, a special―

“Are you okay.”

Instead of looking straight ahead again, I held her hand.

Slowly and gently, I ran the back of her hand, then dug deeper and clamped it.

“And thank you so much for telling me everything.”
“…”
“From now on, I will listen to all of these secrets, so are you always telling me? Got it?”
“… Yes.”

Words she so longed for in a very special situation.

I held her hand tightly and quietly whispered the words she had longed for.

Took-!

Then, at some point, a small weight was quietly placed on my shoulder.

As I turned my head slightly, the fragrant scent of shampoo quietly flowed into my face.

Took-!

And her head knocked on my shoulder, which had stopped whispering just because I turned my head for a moment.

Thanks to that, I responded to her request as she patted my shoulder as if urging me while smelling the smell of shampoo wafting up again.

“You already lead a very different life than your mother and father.”

“Besides, the people I’m with are different.”

“And even if you want to do it now, you can’t forever.”
“… Why?”

Cha Seol-hee asks for the first time after quietly listening to my continuing whispers.

I laughed lightly at her question and this time I lightly flicked her shoulder.

“Why?”
“… Do you really have to say that in this atmosphere?”

As soon as I finished my answer, she tapped her shoulder a little harder with her head again.

I smiled and squeezed her hand tighter.

“…”

A long silence after that.

Only the soft mood lamp was lighting up the quiet bedroom alone.

Her delicate legs swaying gently with her head leaning against me.

The moment the bridge stopped slowly, her whispers flowed in from close range.

“… Aren’t you sleepy?”

After she lifted her head on her shoulder, she looked up at me with a gleaming eye.

I took over the can of beer in the hand opposite her, scanning the drowsiness already on her face.

The dented cans of beer piled up on top of the drawer again and the sound of pressing the power button on the mood light one more time.

In an instant, Cha Seol-hee, who quietly rubs her eyes between the dark bedrooms, faintly comes into view.

Took-!

The mattress greeted me with a much shorter shock sound than the creak of a cot.

It was much narrower than the original two bunk beds, but it didn’t matter too much to us.

Swoop-!

As soon as I lay down on the bed, Cha Seol-hee hugged me like a habit.

I patted her on the back slowly, smelling the smell of shampoo that was stronger than before.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-

With regular patting, Cha Seol-hee kept digging into me, rubbing her face against my chest.

Two men and women who are so close that they can never be apart.

I smiled quietly as I looked at the top of Cha Seol-hee’s head as she kept digging into me.

Now she didn’t put her feet up to poke her head out of the water.

It was just digging her head in to get in a little deeper.

Ready to rob.