In the heart of the most luxurious neighborhoods of Sillas City, the Hills of Moon Village is ironically stuck in a re-development that is still in progress after so many years due to the terrain.
Thus, if there is the unurgent business to settle, the villager won't bother to go through the unwinding stairways alley just to get to the city as the basic essential supplies still can be acquired from the row of old shops which I barely remember, consist of a barbershop, little cafe, and a groceries mart
Yet, Naomi is going through the same route daily to get to the school. I almost admired her strong will, looking back to check on Samuel, I had caught Samuel had been wiping away sweats many times.
"Are you alright, Sam?" I deliberately ask just to check whether he regrets his decision to go with me this morning.
"I'm good, watch your steps." In his breathy voice, he replied.
"We are almost there," I said, showing him the significant gate at the end of the alley.
Ringing the bells, we are welcomed by Mrs. Jang, Naomi's mother. Astonished at first by our sudden visit. Her amiability ambiance that I always reminisce broadcasted once she acknowledged my presence. "Look who is here, oh dear." She opens the gate widely, welcoming me with her heartwarming hugs. "It's been a long time, how are you, dear girl?"
"Aunty, I missed you so much," I exclaimed, tightening the embrace.
As we parted, her attention went to Samuel, who is behind me.
"And who is this young man?" She crinkled, turning her gaze to me.
Before I got the chance to answer, Samuel gladly introduced himself. "I'm Samuel Jin, Naomi's classmate. Nice to meet you, aunty." He said, bringing the basket of fruit we bought to Naomi's mother. "Here is a little gift for you."
"Such a good-looking young guy you are, thank you. Both of you are such good people. Please come in, come in." She invited, leading us to the verandah to sit. "I just make scallion pancake that you like, let me get it for you."
"Great, I'm a little hungry now." My eyes lighten with the offer of my favorite food.
"Good timing then, please wait for a while, alright."
As Mrs. Jang disappeared into the house, Samuel nudged my arm. "Gosh, you are unbelievable no shame at all."
"Oh... You will love it. Aunty makes the best scallion pancakes in the world, I love scallion pancakes," I gushed in excitement. It's been some time since mom doesn't allow me to come here anymore. I got a good beating on the day my mom found out I had been spending time with Naomi here.
"Are you sure?" Samuel queried me. His eyes widened with curiosity. "Lana Kang, scallion pancake is a pancake with scallion. And you don't like, scallion. Lana, are you alright?"
"I know but she makes the best pancake that even the scallion fishy smells taste great."
"Gosh," Samuel slapped his forehead, mumbling to himself. "You must be kidding me. Scallion is scallion, how can it taste like chicken or fish? Gosh, girls are complicated."
I ignored Samuel's grumbles, keeping a watch towards the front door, waiting for Naomi to turn up anytime soon. I was hoping this time Naomi will at least talk to me again. Instead, I'm going to be disappointed again as Mrs. Jang comes her way with a tray in her hands.
Samuel was there in an instant before I was able to stand, assisting her in setting it on the table.
"Ah, you are such a good child. Your parents must be proud of you." Mrs. Jang is praising Samuel again. "Anyway, do you like scallion pancakes as much as Lana likes it, child?"
"Yes aunty, I love scallion in my meals too. I love scallion." Samuel sneered, glaring at me with his cynical.
"Good. Eat and drink, I'm happy to see you both." She said, placing the tray beside the table and having a seat across them. "But if you wanted to see Naomi, she will only be back in the evening, she is doing part-time in the cafe in this neighborhood. Perhaps you can go to her directly?"
"How long had she been working, is everything alright?" I asked, regretting myself having missed many of Naomi's issues. It's no wonder she withdraws herself from me.
Because I'm a useless friend.
"Just recently, she said she needs some money for the incoming examination fees." Mrs. Jang explained, exhaling in heavy breathing. "If only Nora was here..."
Nora is Naomi's eldest sister, I have seen her for a while prior to her running away from home with their parents saving. Nora's deeds had broken their heart apart, and they have been living through difficulty for some time.
"Aunty, let's don't recall the bad memory." Holding her, I don't want the kind old lady to become sad again. "Naomi doesn't want to burden you because she is also a good child. Don't worry, I will take care of her too, trust me, hmm."
"How I really wish, Nora has half of your quality, Lana. It's really breaking my heart because she is my daughter."
"Shh... no, no, don't say so, she is just being with the wrong friends, she is not a bad daughter," I assured her.
Wiping her tears, she apologized, "Pardon me, child, I'm a little being overly emotional this few days due to an incident that happens,"
"Don't worry about it, aunty." Samuel slip into the conversation, "Is everything alright, is someone in the family sicks?"
I look at Samuel, surprised by his blunt question, turning to Mrs. Jang I'm hoping she could answer my concern about Sunni's accusation of Naomi.
Mrs. Jang paused for a moment, regaining her composure, "I'm sure both of you happen to know the murder of a security guard in your school, right."
I exchange a glance with Samuel and we replied to Mrs. Jang at the same time, "Yes,"
"If I were to tell you, please don't judge Naomi, will you?"
"What happens?" I asked impatiently.
"He is my younger brother from a different father..."
A quiet café by the lake.That was where we would meet.Nelson drop me at the venue, "Call me if you need anything." he said softly."I can call a taxi too, please don't worry," I said before closing the door."Sure," he said, trying to smile.The hours leading up to it passed in a haze. My hands trembled slightly as I smoothed down my dress.I wasn't sure why I was so nervous.Maybe because, for the first time in fifteen years, I would finally see the man I had loved more than anything.And he was alive.My heart hammering as I scanned the café.The grand glass windows framed the tranquil waters, while soft instrumental music played in the background with freshly brewed artisanal coffee lingered in the air.It was a place of quiet indulgence, yet somehow, as I stepped inside, I felt its echoes stirring in the silence.I was nervous but hopeful, dressed in a way that made me feel like myself again, like the girl who once dreamed of forever with Sam.When I finally saw him, standing by
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