4 Mar 2011

White Rose : A Story of Kim Jinyeong and Kyoko Matsumoto

Episode 3-
Today, the sky is really clear. The wind blow up slowly. It brings smile to all people. The smile of happiness. Because morning is the beginning of all prays and hopes. And so for a Harvard University student named Jinyeong.
Now, he is on the way to Kyoko’s home. But other than watching the road, he look at the informer all the time. Ensure himself that his appearance is handsome enough. Then, he arrives at Kyoko’ house.
It’s a simple classic house. The colour is white and surrounded by green grass. A willow tree with little pond stands at the left side. All the windows are opened to get fresh air inside. “Hm, cute!”
“Hey!” a voice calling. “Are you gonna stand there a whole day?” Kyoko smiles.
Ah, she’s Kyoko. She looks different in uniform. “Ah, good morning Kyoko! I’m sorry. Have you waited so long?”
“Just a couple minutes. Okay then, let’s go!”
The school takes around 20 minutes from her house. So they do a lite chat to kill the time.
“By the way, I don’t see your parents at your home. Are they working together?” Jinyeong asks.
“No. Dad is working and he always go early. But my mom isn’t working. She’s just have something with bank this morning.” She looks at him. “How about you? Is your mom working, or a housewife as my mother?”
“My mom is a housewife like yours, but she does a small business. She makes some cookies and sells it in someone’s shop. Do you know korean traditional rice cakes?”
Shaking her head, she says, “What’s that?”
“It’s made of rice flour. It has various shapes. Someday I will ask mom to make it for you.”
Her eyes sparkling suddenly. “Really? It would be great! Arigatou gozaimasu!”
Jinyeong smiles, “Domu ipputa.”
“Ah, here we are. You can drop me at the corner.” Said Kyoko.
“Understood, your highness!” Jinyeong stops the car. “What time will you finish? So I can pick you up.”
Shaking her head, smiling and she’s saying, “No need. Think I will come home late, I’m going to study at my friend’s apartment.”
“Okay, then give me your cell phone. I’ll put my number in. So you can text me if you need something.” He enters his number and add it to her phonebook. “Here. Alright then, I’ll be going! Bye!”
She waves her hand as replies. Then she turns around and walks to class. But she doesn’t know, one of her friend is looking at her strangely.

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