12

Our ride back down is silent, except the usual 'ding' of the elevator before we walk out of the building, reaching a place that has an enormous space of green grass stretched out like the horizon as she stops at where the grass is "You know I cannot go pass here"

"I know" I say as I smile at her "Wish me luck"

"Get out"

I smile as she walks away, my eyes turning back to my front as I hear the sound of glass shattering infront of me.

And an occasional "Go faster lad!"

Hmm.

"Madam"

I pause as I turn, meeting the silver haired man all dressed in a suit with a smile on his face "Park Jin"

"It is nice to meet you"

Park Jin had been our family butler and also Father's buffer when ever he slid into his mad episodes.

He was usually the safest net to be caught in when things went out of place.

"It is quite hot here, would you like to be rid of your coat and gloves?" He asks.

"Yes"

I take the coat off, handing it over to him but leave the gloves on my hand "What silly game is it this time?"

"I suppose you would rather prefer to see it then hear me explain how it works" He replies "But you should try not to get too close to him, the mirror shards seem to be able to cut just about anything"

'...less deadliest hobby... '

"I would keep it in mind"

We keep walking for a while, my hands in my pockets until I see him.

Some feet away, my father stands in a casual white polo shirt and shorts, a white canvas on his feet and a white cap on his head.

He also has gloves on with a golf club in his hand, swinging balls.

Infront of him are big mirrors, taller and wider than most people, set in different angles.

And then there is a boy.

I watch as the boy keeps running to and fro from the beginning of the mirrors to the end, a terrified look on his face with some blood cuts there and on his body.

My Father swings the club and it hits one of the glass mirrors, which is immediately replaced as it shatters which if the boy is lucky does not fall on him, but if he is not, falls.

I suppose that is the new hobby.

Try making sure that you calculate how the boy moves so you will know the exact mirror to hit and try killing him.

"Madam, don't go any closer"

I ignore Park Jin as I walk closer to my Father who seems ready to take another shot as I come behind him "App..."

He suddenly turns, swinging the club but I am fast enough to hold it in my hands "Hello, Appa"

Under the shade of the cap, I see his eyes flash to life as he lets out a small sigh "Ga-eul"

The name makes a bitter feeling fill my stomach but I let go of the club as he smiles "It is only you that can stop it"

"Shame it is the only thing I can stop"

He laughs out loud now as he turns around, his eyes falling on the boy who is on the ground, shaking and scared "Jin, take him away! And do clean his cuts and give him some new clothes and pay him the money we owe him"

From the distance he stands, he bows to my Father and walks off as the old man turns to me and grabs my hand "I have been awaiting you for a while now that I had to resort to this"

Yes, indirectly blame me for the fact that you nearly killed a boy younger than I am.

We keep heading forward till we reach a sort of hut like place, two sun loungers already arranged as he lays on his and let's out a relieved sigh and turns to me "Come sit Ga-eul"

Stop calling me that.

I say nothing as I do so, some servants rushing to hand us glass juice as he happily takes his while I say "I have a favour to ask you"

"If you ask me, I think it is too early to ask for a favour from your Father who has done nothing but worry about you"

"The favour is that you will take down the numerous surveillances you have on me for the time being. I do not feel comfortable any more"

He pauses in his drink as his eyes bore into me before he drops it on the table at our sides before saying "I did say it is too early to ask for a favour"

I know, but now that I have said it, it would be in your mind through out our conversation.

"Look at my little princess" He says "She now looks a tad bit different"

"You can say you don't like it"

"What I want to say is, I'd rather you go back to your black and long hair thank you"

I let out a sigh as he continues "Did Jan Yi Song put you to this?"

"No"

"Then you thought of dyeing your hair pink and cutting it short looking like one of those kpop idols?" He laughs there "Don't say that. You don't concern yourself with your appearance and you never have"

I do anyway.

But there is no need for you to know that.

"Oh! Did you hear Ga-eul? The Daewi family's illegitimate son that they hid abroad is now back in Seoul" He says.

"I know"

"Have you been talking to him?" He asks "I know you both have history"

"Why did you have to say the illegitimate part?" I ask.

"Cause it's true" He replies "Besides, I have an illegitimate child too but I did not ship her off to America in the guise of a scholarship now did I?"

"What exactly is it Father?" I ask "What is the reason?"

His face is suddenly devoid of the playful look it had all day as he sits up and says "I'm running for a seat in the Senate"

There is silence as I stare, letting the words slowly sink in as he stares at me in return before saying "For a child that is of my blood, you do not even seem the least happy for me. No congratulations or good luck?"

"We both know you already have the win in your hand" I say "What will my words change?"

"You're right my darling, your words are nothing but useless at time being, but there is a way you can be useful" He says.

I see the look in his eyes and I know immediately "No"

"I am not asking for too much. All I want is my daughter behaving herself for the next couple of months before the elections begin and be with me for certain press conferences that all" He replies "You are already a good symbol for me"

"You want to use my good image to promote yourself?"

"What better Senator is there than a Senator whose daughter has been under his rule and is nothing but perfect?" He asks "And talking about perfect, fix your dressing style and hair, and learn how to smile more Ga-eul, it won't kill you"

I stare at him, an image of him in the past materializing as he made me play the violin, always standing next to me and saying

'You bear her name, you must live up to it too'

"This is the only thing I ask you for" He says, which is a lie, because my whole life, has been done in favour for him.

"You must not disappoint me"