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Meyra Eun Hanisha, a woman from a poor family whose life is never happy and is always hurt all the time.

Meyra was forced to marry Park Jimin for the sake of her family, she never knew what was the reason Park Jun Dee came and asked her to marry his son.

Meyra and Jimin had never known them before and they were married not because of their wishes, but because of circumstances.

Meyra never imagined that Park Jimin would enter her life, so would Jimin be a cure for every wound or would only be a part of it?

Part of My Wound

I looked down a little, I really wanted to cry. Now I understand why Jimin's father insisted on giving us a house so we wouldn't live with them.


I could not imagine what would happen if I lived in the same house with them, I would definitely have an inner pressure.


I could see Jimin's expression did not have the heart to me, even though he was cold and ignorant he found that there was still a little sympathy for me.


"Ehem, what time sister arrive in Korea tomorrow?" Jimin intentionally diverted the awkward atmosphere.


"Oh yeah, she said around three in the afternoon. Tomorrow Dad won't get to pick him up. You can pick up your sister at the airport?" His father replied.


"Invite Meyra too." Connect his father.


Maybe you don't know yet that Jimin has an older sister who is two years older than him, Jimin is only two siblings. I also only once met with his sister, and even then at our wedding party.


Now she is studying at Harvard University. In contrast to Jimin who did not continue his S2, because he prefers to work in his father's company.


Jimin's sister prefers to continue her Masters abroad after graduation from Korea University. According to her, college is fun, tasks that kill it are exciting challenges for her.


Park Jira's name, Jira is a kind, friendly, humble, and smiling woman. Unlike the nature of her mother who seemed arrogant.


Jira was very kind to me, even when I cried before my wedding, she always strengthened me. She actually could not bear to see this forced marriage but what can I do, she also could not oppose her father.


"Which room are you upstairs or downstairs?" Jimin and I were shocked to hear his father's question.


Jimin and I answered together but with different answers. Jimin immediately stepped on my feet to keep me quiet.


"Uh, we mean above, sometimes we also sleep in the downstairs room, don't you, Mey? Jimin tries to explain in a clumsy tone.


"Oh yes, yes." I nodded trying to convince his father.


"Oooh." My father-in-law nods while sipping his drink.


"By the way, Mom and Dad, did you have dinner?" Jimin tried to change the subject.


"Not yet, let's eat outside." Fortunately, Jimin's father did not continue the conversation about this household who knows how long it will last.


We finally went to dinner at this Park family's favorite restaurant. Jimin and I separated the car with their parents because after dinner they would go straight home.


I was very sleepy on the way home from the restaurant, without realizing I fell asleep in the car.


I felt a hand patting my shoulder. "Mey, Mey. It's arrived." Jimin woke me up.


When I opened my eyes and it turned out we were home. Jimin got in first leaving me in a car that was parked in the garage of this house.


I thought Jimin would let me sleep in the car until tomorrow, apparently she still had compassion.


Chapter 13