My Nightmare

Chapter 49

The next day, the news about the murder case of Chaeng's parents is reported in the newspaper. And it was also mentioned that Roseanna Manoban was still alive. This is as clarification and fairness for those who previously considered them irresponsible when driving. The news then revealed Kim Han Bin's murder case by Lisander Manoban. For several days people wrote about their stories.

The day after the court decision was taken, Dad informed us that Lisander was transferred to the Seoul City prison which is on the outskirts of the city. He is entitled to a one-time monthly visit with a limited number of visitors. Therefore, in the first month, we allowed Chaeng to visit him. Dad promised to ask for additional visiting time which finally, nine months after Lisander was in prison, was allowed to twice a month. I talked to Chaeng and begged one of those times to visit Lisander. Chaeyoung agreed by smiling sadly at me. She knows how I feel for Lisander.

"Wait a minute," said a policeman who led me into the visiting room. I sat in front of the glass wall and waited for Lisander. Before long, Lisander came in and sat across from me. I just stared at him. He is wearing orange clothes. I could tell from his face that he had lost weight because his cheekbones were a little more prominent. Longer hair. I watched every corner of his face before falling onto his smiling lips. Then, I looked into his eyes that had stared at me. He also seemed to pay attention to every corner of my face. I wanted to cry but I endured it.

Lisander then raised his hand to pick up the telephone that was stuck to the wall to his right and gave me a signal to do the same with the phone on my right. Without stalling for the time, I picked it up and brought it to my ear.

"Hi," his voice was heard over the telephone. Instantly, my tears flowed. I cover my mouth with my left hand.

"Jennie..." he called me softly.

"I'm sorry," I immediately wiped my tears and smiled at him. "Hi, how are you?" I asked.

"It's never been this good," he replied. Oh God, I miss the sound. I miss his voice.

"Are you eating well?" I asked.

"Of course, they serve delicious food in here." I laughed again with a little sob.

"Well..." I didn't know where to start. I had a lot to ask him, but when I confronted him once again after 9 months, I couldn't seem to speak.

"How are you?" he asked over the silence.

"I'm fine," I replied. And before I could hold it, everything just flowed, "Why did you disappear after our first date? Why didn't you say anything? What if I don't find your letter? You worry me. Thank you," I said, bombarding him.

His smile widens.

"Sorry..." I said again, wiping my tears.

"No. I am sorry, Jen" he replied. I waited for him to answer my question. "Sorry I suddenly disappeared, but ever since I listened to your conversation with your dad during our New Year's holidays -"