"This is the result of your reckless behavior, Mahila-san." Takeru tapped his favorite pen on the table while sitting on his proud chair.
His eyes looked far away. He reached for the cell phone that was lying on his desk sweetly.
"Moshi moshi. Hm. I'm going to Busan. Fine. Hm."
Pip!
Phone is off. To be more precise, Takeru hung up the phone.
"Mendokusaina... (Lazy...)" Takeru complained while resting his head on his hands that were on the table.
"Chichi (parents / harsh words to call Father) is really annoying. Huh! Mendokusai! (Troublesome!)" he grumbled again.
In his prolonged grunt, his flat-screen cell phone rang again.
"Hello." The greeting said 'hello' to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Maa ne. (Yes, that's how it is)" he said answering the caller who didn't know what he said.
"Majide? (you swear?)" Takeru's face turned pale.