Five Years was Happiness, Another Five Years was Misery

About the assistant, I had two opinions in my head. I wanted to tell Donghwa about it. But on the other hand, there was a rejection when I remembered that Donghwa had never told me about his works.

I took a deep breath and decided on one thing. I grabbed my phone again, then looked at the clock that showed 6:06 p.m.

'If he replies to my message today, then I will tell him this news ...'

However, what I hoped for was just a waste. Donghwa didn't reply until 9:30 p.m.

With disappointment, I cleaned up my files and left this place immediately. I thought that I was just like an idiot who kept waiting for a message from him.

This was common. Whenever he was at work, he always ignored me and gave reasons for being busy repeatedly. It seemed that his works were more important than giving news.

I never asked him to reply to my messages using an explanation. I just need a "yes" or "no" from him.

I also didn't ask him to reply to my messages quickly. No matter the time of day, I would always wait for his news within 24 hours.

If I slept, then I would wake up for him. If I was busy, then I would spend a little time between my busyness to reply to a message from him.

I didn't care how busy I was. If he asked about how I was doing, I would always take my time to give him the news. It was because I knew that being neglected was painful, and I didn't want him to feel what I felt, even if he was the only one who taught me what pain meant.

Tired? I was quite tired of these nonsenses and stood because I loved him. Whenever those bad thoughts came to my head, I would distract them by remembering our togetherness at the beginning of our relationship.

Five years was a wonderful time in our relationship. It wasn't easy to forget about everything in those years.

Sometimes, I asked myself, 'do you think the same as me? Or, do you still have time to think about me while you are busy?'

To be honest, I wanted to know how he had felt during these three years, why had he changed gradually? Why didn't he come home for months so many times?

I could tolerate him if he didn't come back for a week; twenty days; or for a month. But, for months it had gone too far. It was unreasonable! 

Fortunately, my patience seemed limitless, so I could show a sincere smile at him as he returned carrying the poison in his body. So now, the poison was like marijuana that could make me unconscious from the pain.

If he did it from the start of our relationship, then I could run away from him and pretended that I had never known him or never had a relationship with him.

But, ten years was a quite long time in a relationship between two men. It was too hard for me if I wanted to escape from him at this time. Apart from being accustomed to hurt feelings, I was already a fool and would still be a fool.

I endured his selfishness and childish demeanor. I didn't even complain about all of it and kept quiet to fight his stubbornness. However, he never understood why I was doing all of this for him.

In the past, Donghwa was a touchy man. Yet the good years in our relationship made him complacent with worldly rottenness.

Accursed!

At least, that was what I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't.

I was too weak to stand in front of him. Maybe because I got used to keep succumbing to him.

Thinking of those matters made me unaware that my tears were dripping in the corner of my eyes. It was very painful.

Five years was happiness, another five years was misery.

My feelings were truly hurt. 

Shortly thereafter, while downstairs, a taxi stopped. I immediately entered it, then asked the taxi driver to take me to the address of my apartment.

I was silent along the way, staring at the night in the city of Seoul while holding back my sadness.

The distance between our house and the company was not that far. It only took twenty minutes to walk and about ten or fifteen minutes by taxi.

However, the feeling had completely changed from previous years. Now, it was as if I traveled through two cities. It felt the time was longer and boring.

Until a few moments later, I arrived at the apartment, and it was almost midnight. Limply, I opened the door and entered immediately, then walked into the bedroom where there was only darkness and silence in it. Taking off my clothes, I went into the bathroom and showered.

After that, wearing my pajamas, I laid down on the bed to rest my body and mind. I was exhausted by those two things.

However, just as I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, the sound of my phone that was buzzing loudly made me open my eyes immediately.

I grabbed my phone that was on the table quickly, hoping that it was a call from Donghwa. But that hope was still the same as before, ending in disappointment.

It wasn't him, but the call from a new number.

My forehead wrinkled without me noticing. Feeling hesitant for a moment, I answered the call to find out the owner of the number who made this call.

As soon as I picked up the call, someone's familiar deep voice immediately sounded from a different line, "Chunghee, where is your address? I want to give you these files ..."

I was silent for a moment. Hearing the voice from the man on the phone, I could recognize the owner of the voice immediately.

He was Kim Daehyun.

He made me happy to meet him for the first time, but not for now. this time, this guy pissed me off; annoying me when I wanted to fall asleep; and giving me a new job when I needed a break.

I scolded him first before giving my address.

After speaking, I went to the living room and turned on the television while smoking a cigarette to wait for Daehyun who was on his way to my place, carrying files from the former assistant before.

I didn't enjoy watching the channel. However, because I felt this room was too quiet for me, the sound of television became the filler of silence.