I shrugged, looking outside the classroom window. "That's what it seems like."
Bo-mi, a highschool student two years my senior, slammed her hands on my desk out of shock. "Really?! You are getting married before me? I didn't expect that."
I sighed, tapping my fingers against my cheek as I listened to her speak. "Yup. That is how papa wanted things to work out."
Bo-mi leaned closer, her ears perked and eyebrows raised as she became intrigued. "How old is he? Is he hot? What is his name? Oh, you are so lucky!"
"He is twenty-two."
She looked up in the air, doing the math on her fingers. "You are turning sixteen soon, so that's-" She gasped in between her sentences. "Six years!"
Nodding my head, I looked over to her. "Mhh hmm. He is an old man."
Bo-mi grinned. "What does he do? I hope is hot. Man, I wish my parents did traditional things too."
"No, you really don't," I disagree, leaning back in my chair. "You are stuck with him your whole life just because your grandpa liked him. Who knows? He could be a dead beat jerk."
"No, I don't think so. If your family likes him,he must be extra special." She nodded her head as she agreed with her words. "Just get a divorce."
"Mom would kill me."
It was her turn to shrug her shoulders. Before she could reply, though, our teacher hit the desk to catch our attention. "Alright students, I have something to say. Lunch time is over so get back to your seats, please."
Bo-mi dragged herself back to her desk, pouting her small lips the whole way. She glanced at me several times, putting up her thumbs with a wink of support.
"Today is my last day of the year. I have been given a hiatus for a bed-rest letter received by the office. I have a substitute in my place."
The class did not seem happy. "Aw, Mrs. Moore, why do you have to go?"
She smiled at the students, despite how the atmosphere had dropped. "If I don't I might go into labor during a test," she laughed.
I cringed, not liking the extra details. My eyes went to Bo-mi, noticing her gaze fixed on our teacher's baby bump. I knew she liked kids and even wanted some of her own. She was transfixed on Mrs. Moore the moment she told us she was pregnant.
"Who will the sub be?"
Mrs. Moore shook her head. "I'm not sure. I was told he is a fun man."
I knew from the deep sighs released through the class, they all had thought of the old man substitute who thought fun was playing checkers every second of the day. No one had taken a liking to him. I could only imagine two whole months with seeing him everyday and I knew it wasn't going to be good.
The teacher went on with the studies, but my brain couldn't focus. I thought of my marriage and how it was suppose to go. I thought of meeting the man whom my papa loved dearly. I wanted to meet him, but I also wanted to send him on his way.
My hopes were high on him also wanting to decline the marriage, but my doubt was higher. If he was to decline, he would have done it sooner, rather than flying out to America to deny it. This man was probably wanting to see grandfather as well.
My senses came back when the class ended. Bo-mi made her way to my side again, pounding me with her questions and interests. We went the usual route out of the school and down the rocky hill towards her work. Just as we were to leave the school gates, she paused in her spot, pulling me to a stop as well.
"Hey, look at that car. I want it so bad," she whispered, eyeing the silver car with hearts in her eyes. She tugged on my arm. "Lets buy one when I get enough money."
I stared at the car that had a tall man leaning against it. "What is it?"
"It's an Aston Martin, Lilla! How can you not tell?!"
"A what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked to the car.
"An Aston Martin! I think it's the Db11!"
"Yeah, okay," I responded, pulling her along. She begrudgingly followed me, never removing her eyes from the vehicle.
"Excuse me?" The car's owner called after us, causing Bo-mi to happily stop me.
The man took a step closer, removing the dark shades on his eyes and smiling gently. "Can you help me find someone? She goes to this school."
Bo-mi answered first. "Who ya looking for?"
The man turned around slightly, looking at the school grounds with concentration. "Her name is Lilla Jax." His focus then went back to us, eyeing our name tags. "But I think I found her."
Bo-mi nudged me. "Do you know him? If so, I want a ride in your car, mister!"
I grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" I faked a smile at the stranger, gripping Bo-mi closer to my side.
"It's been a long time, Lilla," He says with a smile. "I am Bak Jae-won." He sticks out his hand for me to shake, which I reluctantly did.
"I'm sorry, but I don't recall meeting you."
"The last time I saw you, you were an itty baby," he laughs, backing a step away to give me space. "I'm here to pick you up."
Bo-mi leaned against me. "What's with accent? Is he from Korea?"
I frowned. "Hold on a minute, who did you say you were?"
"How old are you?"
Shaking my head, I squeezed Bo-mi tighter. Before I could speak, Jae-won unlocked his car.
"Get in. Your grandpa is waiting to see us."
At that moment, Bo-mi gasped in delight. "So you are the fiance! I'm Bo-mi, Lilla's best friend." She stuck out her hand to him, which he took.
My eyes didn't remove themselves from him as I soaked in the information. The man before me was my husband. The person who was running everything for me. The one man who would put a wedding ring on my finger.
가슴은 뛰고 있어
여전히 널 보고 있어
자꾸만 숨이 막혀서
너를 지켜보고 싶어
내가 또 왜 이러는지
My heart is racing
I’m still looking at you
Because I keep running out of breath
I’m still watching over you
From far away
Why am I being like this?
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The New BrideRomance
Being a bride is not easy for fifteen year old student Lilla Jax. Her grandfather wanted her to marry someone of his choosing before he passed away. She didn't think marriage would cause so many problems within her comfortable life.