Chapter 3 (1/1)

PARK EUNJU'S POV"Yeobo, stop. The light just turned yellow. I haven't had the chance to be a grandma yet." I tried to stomp on the imaginary pedal in front of me. My husband tends to live on the wild side when it comes to driving. Well not really wild side but most times he forgets the record of bad drivers we have here. I don't want to tempt fate."Alright, I'm stopping. Happy?"I look at my husband of 30 years. I know I nag him a lot but I love him. We met during my senior year in high school. As soon as I saw him enter my classroom, I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I'm happy to say he felt the same way. I'm not saying we've always had a blissful life, we don't. We've had moments when we thought we might not make it but I think communication is the key to our relationship. Whenever we have problems, we always talk it through. One thing I've never doubted is his love for me. My heart belongs to him and his heart belongs to me. He gave me my beautiful daughters, Bom and Dara. Time flew by so fast, my princesses are all grown now.I glance at my husband again. After all these years, he's still as handsome as when I first met him. He still has his hair. It's not the dark brown color it used to be, but even if it's salt and pepper hair, he's still a head turner. I'd hate to brag but I don't look too bad for my age too. The light turned green and Hyunsuk stepped on the gas. Ugh...yeobo. I'll just cross my fingers and hope we get to our daughter's house safely. Our daughter Bom invited us to have an anniversary dinner at her place. I've been looking forward to this all week. But I noticed something is bothering her. I guess it's my mother's intuition kicking in.And my daughter Dara. I noticed her sadness the last time I talked to her. I hope nothing's wrong between her and Jiyong. My daughter has been dating this wonderful boy for three years.I need to get to the bottom of this tonight. "Jagiya...remember our trip to Venice?"I smiled fondly at my husband then stiffened. "Yeobo, eyes on the road please."My husband looked at the road again."Arasso. Remember that hotel by the Grand Canal?""Hmph...The one that lost our reservation. It was the start of our honeymoon nightmare.""It was one of the most memorable moments of my life.""Then they lost our luggage in between the lobby and the hotel room. How hard is it to find the right room?""All I remember was seeing you naked the next morning, jagiya." My husband whispered intimately.I shivered as I remembered that particular morning. "Yes I remembered that too."That's what made this marriage a good one. Aside from communication, our memories of that first night together, our daughters' births, their milestones are what binds us through tough times. A good marriage. My daughter Bom and her husband Seunghyun, I think they have a happy relationship. But are they really happy? And what about my Dara and her boyfriend Jiyong?*sigh* Being a mom is not an easy task. Even though your kids are grown, you'll still worry about them. If they're hurt, you hurt along with them.My husband heard me sigh."What is it Eunju? Tell me." I sighed again so he asks me one more time. "What is bothering you? Tell me now.""Hyunsuk...""What? What is it?"The light turns yellow and he steps on the break a bit more forcefully than last time. My eyes start tearing up and I tried to keep them at bay."Jagiya?" My hubby turns to me as we wait for the light to change."I wasn't gonna say anything. I don't wanna be called a meddling mom."My husband hands me a tissue. "Wipe your tears. Now tell me. You know you'll feel better once you talk it out."The light turns green. "Go." I bit back a sob.My husband drives on. "I'm waiting.""I think there's something our girls are keeping from us. I feel like something is going on with Seunghyun and Bom. And the last time I talked to Dara, she sounded different.""What are you talking about? What makes you think something is going on with Bom and Seunghyun?""I don't know. I sensed it. I'm her mother, I sense these things. Oh my God, do you think they're splitting up? Maybe he cheated on my baby.""Whoa whoa...Eunju. Slow down.""I can't. I just know something's wrong. I'm worried. And Dara...when I talked to her last night, she sounded sad.""I'm still waiting for you to tell me what makes you think about a problem between Bom and her husband. Did Bom say something?""No. She's never been one to tell me her problems. She probably doesn't want me to worry.""True. What about Dara? Did you ask her what was bothering her?""No. Of course not. I don't want her to think I'm such a busybody."Hyunsuk pulls over the side of the road and stops the car. He turns to face me."Eunju... jagiya. Look at me." I turn to my husband. His face...I never get tired of looking at his face. Time has been good to him. Even at the age of 57, he's still as handsome as when I first met him. My husband who I love dearly."Jagiya...listen to me ok? I'm going to say this because I love you. You're over-reacting again.""No I'm not.""Yes you are. You have no proof that our daughters are keeping secrets from you.""I don't need proof. I can feel it." I placed my hand over my heart. "I can feel it in here.""You know, it's possible you're daughters' are just planning a surprise anniversary party for us right?""You think?""Yes.""I guess so. We have the sweetest girls, don't we?""The best. I'm the the luckiest dad in the world-- not only that, I'm the luckiest husband because I have you.""No I'm the luckiest. But it's not the party.""It's not the party?""It's not the party. I still have that niggling feeling about our girls.""Jagiya, I want you to promise me something." My husband holds my head and stares into my eyes. I listen intently."Promise me you won't jump to conclusions or snoop. We are going to enjoy this evening with our daughters. You are not gonna worry about Bom. And you're not gonna worry about Dara."I pout. "I hate you." He smiles."No you love me. But not as much as I love you.""No. I love you more.""Promise me.""If I don't, does that mean we're gonna stay here all night?""Promise me.""Fine, I promise.""Now can we go to Bom's? I'm starving.""I'm not the one who stopped the car."He looks at me reproachfully."Fine. I promised. Can we go?"My husband starts the car and we make our way to Bom's house.