B. NEW YORK - 2

I opened my eyes after feeling asleep for a long time. But I was shocked to realize that the room I was in was very different from before I fell asleep. I'm even sure that this room isn't the one in the hospital. But a room in a house.

Is everything just a dream? This move, a completely different atmosphere. Suddenly the door opened. Bringing up the figure of Min Junho wearing casual clothes like never before seems formal.

“Are you awake?”

Min Junho got closer and sat on the bed that I realized was twice as big as mine in the apartment. He smiled faintly then held my hand. I reflexively pulled my hand. Not used to being held. Maybe before that I was still confused, so he was free to hold it.

“Get up, let's have breakfast.”

Min Junho left to ignore the hand I just did. Meanwhile, I chose to follow his steps. I put on the fur-coated sandals that were available by the bed. I watched the room after the room that I passed to the breakfast place. My forehead frowned when I saw Jun pass the long dining table with maybe ten seats.

How shocked I was when I saw a round table on which there were already various kinds of food that I recognized were Korean specialties. This dining table is on the outside of the house, If I pay attention this is a part of the house that has three floors with large pillars.

Lush trees with fishponds with fountains make the atmosphere so beautiful and feel healthy. I never cease to admire inwardly.

“Sit down.”

“I deliberately prepared Korean food, remembering you said about Seoul yesterday.”

I don't know whether I should be moved or surprised. This doesn't seem like a dream any more like I originally thought. How could a dream continue and pause.

“Thank you,” I replied curtly.

My stomach is hungry. Be careful tasting the soup that is near my rice bowl. The taste is really Korean made like in an office cafeteria.

Yeah! I was in the cafeteria with Pak Jini. After coming home from the office I had time to visit the supermarket then went home to work on some short manuscripts to be translated and fell asleep even before ten at night.

“You are okay?” asked Min Junho realizing that I was daydreaming. Thinking about what happened in Seoul.

“Is my name really Kim Hana?” I asked narrowing my eyes.

Min Junho was silent for a moment. “Yes, Kim Hana."

“Are you confused or don't you remember?”

I took a deep breath. “How come I got here? Wasn't I in the hospital before?” I asked, ignoring Min Junho's question, which I really understood myself. I was confused as Lee Umji and didn't remember anything as Lee Umji, not Kim Hana.

“The doctor said your thorough examination was normal. Maybe if you don't remember something it's because of the effects of the coma on your psychological impact.”

So it can be said that even the doctors don't know that I am not Kim Hana, who has been in a coma. It doesn't make sense. I just can't believe it.

“Finish your meal. You still need recovery.”

After breakfast, Jun took me back to the room. We sat on the sofa in front of the window. The size of the spacious room complete with a private independent room is very different from my apartment.

“You don't know that we're married?” Min Junho asked, turning his head at me.

I swallowed hard. I confuse what I must answer. The answer I give can backfire in itself.

"You didn't say at the hospital that we were married."

Min Junho sighed in a huff, I could see the look on his uneasy face. "Did you forget it?"

I didn't have time to answer, suddenly knocked on the door. Min Junho cued in. There was a man wearing a black suit that I recognized also seen in the hospital before.

"There is a delivery, sir."

"Who is David from?" Min Junho asked audibly that he wasn't waiting for anything to be sent. I can see that even though the name of the man in the suit is David, it seems that he still has a typical Asian face, except for some parts of his face such as light brown eyes, indicating that David has a history of Caucasian descent.

"Very well. I'll be out."

I reflexively followed Min Junho from behind. Also, curious about the shipment. It is still better than sitting in your room overlooking fate.

The wrapped shipment was in the shape of a large rectangle which, without question, I could tell was a picture frame or a painting.

Min Junho who was holding the shipment turned to look at me, as if to imply in his view that this post may have something to do with Kim Hana. He slowly opened the package by placing it first on the living room sofa.

My eyes widened when I saw that the shipment was a complete photo with a gold frame. It's Min Junho and Kim Hana's wedding photo!

"This must be Lee Bona's doing," Min Junho muttered as he squeezed the package.

Min Junho approached me then hugged me tightly. "Kim Hana, remember whatever happened and what you remember or forget. The truth that I love you."

My chest felt tight from the tight embrace of Min Junho, but somehow my blood seemed to rustle at his confession. He loves Kim Hana. The woman whose body I have right now. How can I explain to him the absurdity of all this?

In Min Junho's hug, I stared at the wedding photo where Kim Hana was wearing a bone-white wedding dress. Very beautiful and elegant look. It's strange to see someone who has a face similar to mine wearing a wedding dress like that. But I saw more clearly that Kim Hana didn't smile, only Min Junho did.

What is this? Is this a marriage that Kim Hana didn't want? Then why does this wedding photo seem like it was just sent, as if Min Junho and Kim Hana just got married a week ago even though Kim Hana was in a coma for three years.

Min Junho took off his hug and then held my shoulder while looking at me. "I don't want to force you, but really Kim Hana I can't lose you. Just four years, I was made difficult to breathe seeing you just lying."

Min Junho's eyes filled with tears. I'm totally in a position of not knowing what to do with him. So I hugged him again. It was a really crazy situation. "Calm down. Everything will be fine," I said using the same English as before when she was in Kim Hana's body.

Min Junho finally took me back to the room, while the wedding photo he decided to display it in the living room.

"Take a break, seeing all this might weigh on your mind."

 At the moment Jun was about to leave I grabbed his hand. "Where are you going?" I asked spontaneously.

"I have office work. I'll do it in my room," Min Junho replied with a smile and then walked out of the room where I was staying.

Question after question began to enter my head. I stared at the door Jun had closed. Trying to look out over what really happened.

Why were Min Junho and Kim Hana's wedding photos sent today?

Is the interval between the marriage and the event that resulted in Kim Hana being in a coma not much different?

Why does Min Junho have a separate room when he is Kim Hana's husband?

Then, how did Kim Hana come into a coma?

The raging question could only be answered by me with a sigh. I accidentally turned around and found the dressing table. I approached him then looked in the mirror there, when going back to bed accidentally a small transparent drawer on the dresser caught my attention.

Contains various kinds of knick-knacks such as hair clips, earrings and a ring. I took a gold-colored ring, looked at it closely and assumed that it was actually made of gold. I looked at Kim Hana's ten fingers and found that a ring had been attached. Possible wedding ring with Min Junho.

When I put back the gold ring that I found, I found the key. The lock eye looks very old-fashioned, unlike today's lock eyes. But my eyes widened as I read the key handle.

Rose 408.

Too shocked to read it, I unconsciously dropped the key on the floor. Makes a loud sound in the quiet of the night. How could this be related to the little notebook which also reads Rose 408. I tried to calm my mind and then arrange all the events once again.

One thing that crossed my mind, was that during my life as Lee Umji in Seoul, I didn't even think about even remembering Kim Hana. I'm doing my usual activities. It's not like me as Kim Hana who remembers everything that happened around Lee Umji.

And I begin to doubt that who really am I?

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