Park Tei

End? or Beginning?

"The end?"
Sweet to husky? Interesting 
Lost in my thoughts, I don't pay attention anymore to the one sitting next to me. Actually I am happy to have changed my decision.
This man doesn't know when to stop.
Thank you God to have finally told me the solution to my problem.
"Excuse me"
High-pitched voice again.
The girl at the front,  I mean Sujin appears at a good timing.
"Why did you come?"
His sweet voice comes back. 
"I called you"
His existence begins to annoy me. Not because of his status but his behaviour. I would have liked him to not speak to me at all. Thankfully a good  solution to my problem came to me A while ago.
Sujin the solution that I find to be finally in peace.
"my?!"
"You can sit here now."
"Thank you"
I am hurrying to get out of my seat, leaving my neighbor in disbelief of my decision.
Once out I am going to Sujin's seat to finally sink my body without disturbance. I hope that my wish  to sleep soundly without being interrupted will be granted.

"Sister, sister"
Again this usual high-pitched voice wakes me up from my sleep.
Stretching my body I look around me to assess the situation.
First I am not in my place anymore, two I changed my seat with Sujin and three it's been a long time since I slept so well. 
"Are you here already?"
"No but you can go back to your seat."
"what?
Now it's me who are in disbelief
"That's what my brother said."
"really?"
"Please go back to me"
"okay"
"And thank you."
Her expression has brightened up, it's not everyday that you can sit next to your idol. I hope she realized her chance. If it was someone else maybe she would still admire him from afar.
Anyway still in disbelief I go back to my seat, at least I was able to recharge fully my body before landing on South Korea.
"Welcome"
Suddenly
Refusing to look at him, I go to my seat and sink myself deeply. 
Trying to take a nap falls through now.
Meanwhile, the voice of the captain notify us of the end of our flight.
"You don't like Joe?"
suddenly?
Closing my eyes is the only way to suppress this irritating envy to punch you.
The nap did not help me at all.
I don't care it it's a joke or a serious question. The timing for this discussion has already passed.
And I don't understand why he keeps trying to speak to me. The whole situation would have prevented to initiate a conversation with me. And my behaviour should have given him the impression that I don't want to speak with him.
"Fasten your seatbelt is more important than my opinion."
A stewardess comes toward our seat to warn us of the upcoming arrival in the airport.
Fortunately the movement of the plane preventing him again to tell annoying things. 


"Why don't you speak korean to me"
Here we go again, when I come to forget his existence he seems to come back attracted by a magnet that I would have in me. If we were not in an  airport I would have really punched him. My instinct to use violence instead of words wants to come back badly.
We are doing the queue at the immigration and I don't know how this man ends up again near me. His fan would have been useful to keep him far away from me.
"Why do I have to speak Korean with you?"
Sometimes I regret to be polite. Answering his questions encourage him more and makes me more annoyed. 
"Are you not korean?"
"In paper."
And really in paper
"Excuse me?"
"Hold on"
The end of this suffering is at the exit of the airport.
"Your curiosity will take you anywhere."
"Thank you"
"It was not an advice but a warning."
"You really don't want to talk to me"
This guy really has no eyes
Fortunately  I am the next to pass by the immigration. With my suitcase I manage to exit from the airport without further discomfort.
Breathing for the first time in a while, the cold air of my birthplace. 
Behind me the sound of cameras taking pictures becomes more and more loud. A famous celebrity has come back to town. 
The famous celebrity cannot be seen because of the journalists surrounding him however a glance at the fans following him behind tell me whose is the celebrity. As I am crossing the pedestrian path a thought comes to mind:

I hope that person doesn't see it either

I wish I could meet that woman too


"It's time to wake up!"
Drawing the curtains, I let the rays of sunshine finally enter the place.
A mess
There is no other word to describe the place. A house too messy for a man on his fifties.
"What?!?"
A head finally emerges from the bed and a bundle of grey hair appears in front of me.
"Wake up, author"
I can see he was still drowsy by my sudden appearance in his bed room.
"Uncle, wake up quickly and go to the bathroom."
Leaving him in this state, I am going down to the living room.
The situation is more complicated than I think, I know that my uncle is not the type to clean frequently. 
"You've worked hard, sister."
I can understand why she needs a break. If it was not for my aunt I would not be here today. Actually I did not have plan to come before the end of winter. But the message of my uncle forced me to come earlier.
As I expected, my uncle can't take care of himself, packaging of foods everywhere, clothes stacked on the couch. Expired food in the fridge.
"Don't come close, it's not smelling good." I said observing the inside of the fridge 
Bell, the other living creature in this house. A female doberman as adorable as my cat. Sensing the danger she escapes quickly in the garden.
Meanwhile the sound of the water upstairs come out strong, he finally wakes up of his dream bed, not a dream but a living nightmare. 
Cleaning the food which pass the limitation date of consumption are the worst, the smell is something not bearable by common humans.
Cleaning the floor, washing clothes are better chores. 
I think another set of clothes will be necessary to well finish the day.
While the entire food stacked up on the fridge goes to the trash bag I notice that the sound of water stops , moving my head up a new thought comes to me. 

The Mission of  rehabilitation can finally begin.