1. Comeback home

"Kookie, promise me. When you grow up you can't marry anyone else. It has to be with me. Otherwise, God will be angry and curse you to be a ghost."

"Noona, don't threaten small children. I'm not afraid," he said as he turned off the horror DVD they were watching together.

"Hehhe, your face is so cute when it's sour and red."

"O—okay. Noona also has the same promise. So don't ever leave me."

"Hm, promise. I'll always be with you."

"Tsk, liar!" Jeonathan mumbled as his bead opened, the phone vibrating beside him waking him from the dream that had been haunting him.

A call from his manager, Jimmy. "Hello, Jeon. The qualifying schedule has been moved up. Tomorrow afternoon. I've already booked your flight to Italy. Departing this morning too, okay."

"Hm."

"Whut happen? Usually you always protest. The obedient Jeon gives me goosebumps."

"You want me not to go, huh?"

"No—no, I don't mind. All right, I have to go to the repair shop for a motorcycle inspection. Please be prepared. I'll send the tickets soon. See you later."

Jeonathan turned off the cellphone, a moment later his right finger rose to massage his temple. Dizzy thinking about what reason if you say goodbye to his mother later. He had only been back in London for a day but had to leave again. The best option would of course not be to see him, Jeonathan thought. After all, he had to return home no matter how busy his schedule was. Hoping that this beautiful house of memories will make the girl who people say has become a ghost in her life also misses him. Faithfully, he waits.

As an international racer, he often travels around the world. Drive a two-wheeled motor with the highest speed. His name began to be called a legend because at a young age he was a world champion and was even able to defend the main podium.

There are no meaningful rivals for Jeonathan, nor does he intend to amass a winning record. All he wanted was to continue chasing that special girl from the past. People said the girl he was looking for had disappeared and was declared dead. His family also said that death befell.

Only Jeonathan believed that the girl was still there, as evidenced by her never being absent in a dream like last night. also promises that must be kept together.

Let's just say Jeonathan is crazy. His body moved but not his heart and mind. Jeonathan is trapped in time in the past. He even removed the responsibility and rights of the main heirs of McCharty's wealth. Not interested in managing or getting involved in power struggles. Busy drowning oneself in futile pursuits and dangers.

Twelve years have passed, Jeonathan is almost a quarter of a century old. How his first love never dies is a mystery. The opium of happiness that faithfully accompanies his loneliness when the girl is gone. Even if he has to duel against death to be in the same world, no one knows when they will meet.

••••

"Jeon doesn't have breakfast. What's he doing today?"

"Nothing. I heard Italy would be the next destination. Maybe he's at the airport now. It can't be helped, the boy left quietly." Mr Edmund glanced at the clock on his wrist. "The flight is at nine this morning."

"So they haven't met yet?"

"Miss never left the hotel room after our last meeting."

"Shit! Is that woman planning to run?" Mrs.Emma McCharty accidentally spills green tea on the table. Mr.Edmund quickly pulled the wheelchair, avoiding his master from the hot water spill.

"Take a deep breath. Calm down. Don't be rash, I don't like you ending up hurting yourself." Emma smirked. If Edmund hadn't been there, how would she be now.

"My cell phone. I have to call that woman again."

The cellphone alarm wasn't very effective in making Suzy wake up, many times she silenced the object by touching the screen up. Same thing with the call that has been ringing ten times. Luckily, his bladder was full. London's cold and cloudy weather since last night forced him to get up to go to the restroom first.

Fifteen missed calls in total. Suzy checked the information, it contained Emma McCharty's name. Her made a call back which was met with loud screams.

"Gosh, Suzy! Are you pretending to be dead, huh! How can a woman of your reproductive age wake up during the day?"

"Mck." Suzy put her phone away. "Emma, ​​calm down. I stayed up all night studying the archives. The task you gave me was not easy. I feel like I'm preparing for the state exam. Keeping up with the latest economic news in the UK gives me a headache. Especially predicting next year. Seriously, can I just be a coolie at your house? It's easier to wash a bunch of clothes. Handling the finances of a mid-to-lower business office is nothing compared to making him the heir. Your empire's business flow is too complicated. I have to prepare and study first."

"It's all pointless if you two haven't met. That should have been the first thing you did. Hurry up! My son is at the airport. His flight is at nine this morning."

Suzy pulled the phone again from her ear, luckily there was still a quarter of an hour left. She hung up without saying anything. The brain cells in his head were running frantically making plans. Regarding the bad possibilities to the best way to do it. Yes, right. At least she should have the courage to contact Jeonathan.

Meanwhile, inside the plane the atmosphere was a bit boisterous. The flight seems to be having problems. People who put safety first, passengers sitting by the window asked for the flight to be canceled because the weather was getting worse. Others insist on sticking to their scheduled departures for business that cannot be postponed. The flight attendants were busy calming the passengers. Still waiting for a decision from airport monitors and the negotiating captain.

The plane that has not moved makes Jeonathan activate his cellphone. Checking inboxes and piles of emails to pass the time. many messages ranging from credit card spending info, application promos, product discounts to many unknown numbers who want to know more closely.

One video message made his eyebrows droop, he hesitated to open, remembering that the other day he received a nude video from a foreign woman who confidently seduced him.

This time it was different, although the figure who appeared slovenly with lion hair and clothes piled up like a cold tramp. The figure was a huge success making Jeonathan more than just going crazy. His heart nearly sank to the bottom of his stomach. The ghost that had been summoned by the people, appeared in the adult version.

"Hi, Kookie. Ekhm. Jeon. I know, it's been a long time. back home. It's me, Suzy. Can you remember? I hope so. Well, I'm in London now. I want to meet you. Can i... Ugh, oh my! The battery is only two percent left."

Recording cut off. Suzy was forced to turn off and send the video even though she hadn't finished talking. It doesn't have much time to even edit the brightness level. Hopefully the appearance of waking up can be helped by the effects of the camera. Although it is certain that the face he inherited is always perfect.

Suzy's bead closed, she looked up and took a deep breath. It was raining outside the hotel window moments later. What if Jeon goes far away? Fly high who knows when it will return. What if all obligations can.not be fulfilled? At first he had taken the wrong step. Shee should have met with Jeonathan soon. However, Suzy was very nervous. Twelve years is not a short time. Many things have happened. Not ready to say what words when they met.

Maybe he already has a girlfriend. In Suzy's shadow, Jeon who has now transformed like a Casanova. He was very handsome with enough treasures of seven generations. Mrs. Emma asking for her help obviously only wants her son to live on the right path by becoming the main heir.

At least Suzy should try to make things better by following Jeonathan. "Sunshine, My Sunshine. My request. Please, help me. Give me your power once again." She cast a spell on his way to the airport in the pouring rain.

If it weren't for the fact that she was experiencing difficulties which required a lot of funds, she had no intention of leaving Canada. Too comfortable with a peaceful new life. Her meeting with Mr. Edmund led to an agreement with Mrs. Emma McCarty. Suzy has already received a down payment, medical expenses for her lover. Now she must cooperate.

Really, Suzy was shaking when she arrived in London a few days ago. The psycho prince's face greeted first, even though it was only through a magazine that she accidentally saw it still scared her. Suzy chose to remain silent about the reason why she disappeared for the past 12 years.

Come back home. It's me, Suzy. Jeonathan rose as fast as lightning from the passenger seat. Screamed and forced the flight attendant to let him off the plane. It's like a final destination player who gets a psychic plane crash if he chooses to keep flying. Other passengers were also excited to see Jeonathan who forced the door open. Even though it was not so, the euphoria of his heartbeat was exploding so intensely.

Jeonathan sped off despite the rain. The distance between the plane in the middle of the field and the airport stadium was so far away, he continued to increase his running speed. He didn't realize how many tears he had shed. It tastes salty, sweet and legit when the rain drops.

"I like the clouds that make the sky black.

it brings unexpected news. People say, cloudy doesn't always rain. It's better to rain together right, kookie? We can have certainty. Heavy rain, cold storm is okay. I enjoyed it. If we are lucky, there will be a beautiful rainbow after that."

"You didn't lie this time, Noona. I thank you for the clouds and rain that you always adore."

For Jeonathan, who has lived in drought for a long time, Suzy's appearance in the video is like a rainbow of happiness. His entire body was now drenched in water, his breath gasping for air. He became the center of people's attention. Restless, can't wait anymore. He ran back out of the airport to find the person he was looking for.

It's not clear exactly where the girl is, she just says she's in London. So far, Jeonathan has not given up circling the world, let alone just circling the city. The heart's belief that Suzy is still alive is now paying off.

Jeon's eyes narrowed, he now arrived in the middle of the highway. His body bent down to catch his breath. His palms rose to wipe his face that was exposed to the rain. Why was he so stupid not to call back Suzy's number? just busy running around aimlessly.

Well, this time fate brought them together easily. Come on, 12 years might be enough to play with and test his loyalty.

"M—Jeonathan? Is that you?" Jeon turned his head, the woman with the yellow umbrella at the crossroads called her name. That voice always sounded special.

He could feel his whole body shaking, having trouble discerning whether this meeting was real, a dream or yet another illusion. Jeon's fist tightened. He turned his whole body and walked quickly to reduce the distance of about a cubit. The woman in front of him looked up and lifted the umbrella further up, not expecting her to have to because of the far different heights now. She remembered that Jeon was even shorter than she used to be.

Suzy put on a big smile until her eyes curved like the flapping of a seagull's wings. "Hah... glad I managed to find you." A moment later Suzy's shoulders slumped feeling lucky to meet Jeonathan on the street.

The man's galactic beads glazed over, as if the entire solar system in it could move freely again. The center of all the rotation of life that had disappeared is now sparking real intensity.

Jeonathan's two palms rose to squeeze Suzy's slumped shoulders. Jeon wants to pour out all his feelings for the past dozen years. Sick, hurt, angry, lonely, alone, miserable, until half the soul and body are lost.

Jeonathan's thin lips mumbled a sentence that represented all feelings. Deep, heavy and full of emphasis. "You messed with me, Noona." Suzy was silent, it was her turn to cry. Now she didn't know how to deal with Jeonathan.

•TBC•