The Engagement Was Broken Off at the Wedding Hall

Chapter 43

43 – 3-6. Godyangnam doesn’t refuse to come.

If there is such a thing as fate after the creation of the world.

“Ah…..”

“…………”

I thought maybe someone in heaven likes to play with fate.

‘Again?’

We met again.

At this point, I almost wanted to go to church and pray.

Please, if you have a conscience, do something about it.

“Queunnng….”

Will they suddenly come and fight again like last time?

No.

But you never know, right?

You might remember the vodka I gave you last time and skip it.

I quietly looked at the Russian across from me and got nervous.

That’s how I….

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When any problem occurs.

The fastest and most complete way to deal with it is to bring in a specialist for the problem.

And the one person I could think of as best as I could with my narrow network and shallow mind…

[Isn’t that because I like you?]

“…….”

..No. Let’s get to know someone else.

Without hesitation, she tried to turn off her cell phone, but her older sister stopped her by yelling at her.

[I won’t play around with you! I’ll do it seriously!]

“…Haaa.”

I’m really serious.

As she looked at her older sister through the screen with her piercing eyes, her older sister made a gesture that seemed to be concerned.

[…But isn’t that because I really like you?]

“Sister….”

The result was actually the same.

‘It made no sense to begin with.’

Who likes a woman like me?

I don’t like to decorate anything.

All I wear 365 days a year are sweats.

But who likes me like that?

No, there is no need to go there in the first place.

“I think he’s a stalker.”

[….My little brother, who raised his pride like this?]

“No. Just listen first.”

I calmly explained to her sister what had happened so far.

[So…They kept running into each other as if they were aiming?]

“Yes. It doesn’t make sense otherwise.”

I wonder how it is everywhere you go.

The encounter rate was such that it would be reasonable to assume that they were aiming for it.

[Hmm… I feel a little uneasy hearing that. Do you remember what it looks like?]

“…That’s what the yellow monkey looks like.”

[You don’t remember?]

“…………”

I can’t say that I don’t remember.

‘What did it look like….’

I quietly closed my eyes and thought about it.

What it looks like. How did it come to be eaten?

After thinking about it carefully, the answer I came up with was this.

“It doesn’t look bad.”

[….???]

“On the outside, it looked fine.”

[Ah…Yeah. I asked for something too difficult.]

A voice that seems to have said something.

[Anyway, you’re not drunk, right?]

“That’s right. He didn’t look like he was drunk.”

[Then it is one of the two.]

“…………”

My sister says.

[One is looking for an opportunity to kidnap, imprison, and rape you…]

“……Sssssoms

“…….Sssss mouths

“……Shh…!”

My teeth clenched together without me even realizing it.

Mokuldae is full of tension.

[Second]

And what happens next…?

[My little brother’s self-esteem has become so high that he is needlessly overreacting?]

“…………”

Is it okay to quit?

As she put her hand towards her cell phone, her sister raised her voice and shouted again.

[But honestly, that’s true! My family doesn’t have a lot of money! But it’s not so pretty that you’d want to kidnap and imprison her! It’s not even popular!]

“Isn’t it true? I go around getting confessed to a lot?”

[Aha, so you go around hearing women call you a prince?]

“Ugh…..!”

The dark history of middle school…!

‘As expected, I called my sister for no reason.’

Let’s hang up.

And let’s turn off our nerves.

[….Oh, wait. I think I know who that person is now──]

“──Hang up.”

After making that decision, I turned off my cell phone without hesitation any longer.

─Tiring♬

The phone rings continuously. Message sound.

The room became quiet only after it was silenced.

I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

“……Hmm.”

Mom said.

If you want to know someone, look at their actions and attitude, not their words.

“Hmmm….”

That man. Let’s think about Asians.

I’m not really sure what it looks like, but that aside.

‘I honestly don’t know what you’re saying.’

The only words I understood were vodka and ‘good for you’.

So, recognizing something through words is a big problem.

So all that remains is behavior and attitude.

What was the man’s attitude?

“…You looked like you were scared, right?”

Is it because I got caught on the stalker topic?

No. For all that, it seemed like we had met by chance.

If he had been a stalker, would he have stayed quiet after being rejected?

You will feel bad about being rejected.

‘Hananim…..’

‘….??’

But the man was different.

When I gave him a blatant look, he turned away looking sullen.

“…..Mmm.”

Stalker, isn’t it?

No, is that right? Still, it was difficult to conclude that he was a stalker.

The behavior is clearly that of a stalker, but the actual attitude shown is that of an ordinary tourist.

‘No, that’s not it either?’

If you are a tourist, why come to a place where there is nothing to see?

There was no reason to focus on exactly where I went.

There are plenty of places to go other than these places.

So it makes sense that someone specified the location…

“Hmmm…!”

I don’t know.

It’s more difficult than a math problem that can’t be solved.

However, as I slowly thought about it and thought about it, one thing became clearer.

“Ah…..”

“…………”

An encounter that seemed like a coincidence.

The Asian man appeared again.

Movement to stop as if embarrassed.

Eyes bouncing back and forth, not knowing what to do.

Soon, his eyes looked at me as if he was waiting for the next time.

‘……As expected.’

No matter how you look at his behavior, he was a stalker.

“Hey man.”

“….?”

Still, that attitude is not ‘stalker’.

That’s why I chose.

“Why on earth are you following me?”

I decided to ask honestly.

And the result obtained by doing so is…

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“[A friend told you about this place?]”

“[Do you see this list? These are all places that my friend told me about.]”

Cafe nearby.

The woman and I sat down and talked for the first time.

At first, I wondered if we could have a conversation, but surprisingly, he spoke English quite well.

‘If it didn’t work out, I was thinking of using a translator.’

Actually, this makes good sense, but it is very inconvenient to translate and speak one by one through the translation base.

I continued speaking while taking a sip of the Americano next to me.

“[So…Is the misunderstanding resolved?]”

“[….I’m sorry.]”

A woman bowing her head and apologizing as if she were embarrassed.

I finally exhaled and wiped my sweat.

‘I never thought it would be mistaken for stalking rather than racism.’

At first, he was embarrassed because he was simply a ‘man’ from overseas.

All men were conscripted, but the man is walking around unharmed, so it makes sense.

However, after that, as we kept running into each other at almost every corner we went, he started to get scared and was reluctant to admit it…

‘If you put it that way, it’s not like I don’t understand it at all.’

Honestly, I almost cried.

It’s not that big of a discrimination, but it can’t be pleasant to be seen with constant gurgling and chewing eyes.

“…No, that’s not it either.”

Someone special may like it as a reward from a white horse.

“[?, Why are you suddenly smiling?]”

“[It’s nothing.]”

As I smiled at a random thought that suddenly occurred to me, the woman looked at me with strange eyes.

The woman pursed her lips for a moment and spoke to me.

“[…So, you came here for work?]”

“[That’s true, but I work from home so it’s like this.]”

“[Then…May I help you?]”

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“[Yes?]”

This suddenly?

I was momentarily confused and looked at her as if asking what she was talking about, and the woman quietly looked at me and said.

“[This is my hometown. So I think I know it better than anyone else. It would be uncomfortable in many ways if we couldn’t communicate there, right?]”

“[But…Is that still okay?]”

“[It’s okay. Just think of it as a replacement for foreign language study time.]”

The woman stretched out her hand to me.

“[Luana Andrei Dostoevskya, call me Lina.]”

“[…This is Yoo Hyeon-seong. Please take care of me.]”

Two hands holding each other.

The woman, Lina, spoke to me.

“[Welcome to Russia. Yu.]”

“[….!]”

Something.

It was a smile that was very reminiscent of someone else.

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