Taeyeon insisted on driving to Mr.

Taeyeon insisted on driving to Mr. Hwang’s house. As much as Tiffany wanted to protest, she didn’t want to argue with the girl in fear of not being able to talk to her again.

They stepped out of the car and walked towards the door. Tiffany pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before Mr. Hwang greeted them with a warm smile. “Hi, kids. Come in.”

“Hello, Uncle.” “Hi, Mr. Hwang.”

They went inside the living room where both girl sat on the couch.

Mr. Hwang followed by sitting on the arm chair adjacent the couch. She looked at them with a smile and said, “So... before business, how are the two of you?”

“Good, Uncle.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just good?” He eyed the two of them. Not noticing any difference between their interaction from the last time he saw them, he figured nothing happened yet.

Tiffany nodded slowly, not sure where her uncle is going with this.

“Well, that’s good then.”

Taeyeon nodded.

“So business?”

Taeyeon nodded again, suddenly feeling sad.

Mr. Hwang handed her an envelope which contained a bunch of papers. “Read through it. Thoroughly, Taeyeon. It’s your contract. Tell me if you have questions. Miyoung and I will be at my library. Come, Miyoung.” He stood up and walked towards the far end of the house.

Tiffany looked at Taeyeon, who gave her a small smile, before standing up and following her uncle.

---

“Is something wrong, Uncle?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Huh? I’m not sure I follow.”

“Are you okay, Miyoung-ah?”

She tilted her head. “Yes?”

“Really?”

She nodded slowly. “Where are you going with this, Uncle?”

He shook his head before opening a drawer and pulling out a folder. “Here’s a copy of Taeyeon’s contract. Read it.”

She got the folder and opened it, staring at it’s contents. “But why did we have to do this here? Can’t I read it with Taeyeon outside?”

“You might have concerns of your own, and being the employers, we have the right to discuss them privately. Go on, read it.”

Truthfully, Tiffany just wanted to burn the whole thing right then and there. She didn’t want to read it. She didn’t want to be reminded of how few her days with Taeyeon are. She only pretended to read it. She skimmed through it and pretended to flip the pages.

After a few minutes, she closed the folder and placed it on top of her uncle’s desk.

“Have you read it?”

She nodded without saying anything.

“Really?”

She nodded again.

“Every bit?”

Another nod.

Her uncle looked at her suspiciously. “And you don’t have any concerns? Objections? Additions?”

“No, Uncle,” she answered. She wanted to end this conversation and just go back to where Taeyeon was.

“You’ve read every single word, Miyoung?”

“Yes.”

Mr. Hwang didn’t believe her one bit and sighed quietly. “Very well,” he took the folder and put it back inside the drawer, “the contract’s final then,” he stood up and made her way to the door. “Taeyeon’s leaving on August 1st.” He then stepped out of his library and made his way to Taeyeon without looking back.

Tiffany sat there, frozen. August 1st? But that’s...

“...my birthday.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Taeyeon bersikeras mengemudi ke rumah Pak Hwang. Sebanyak Tiffany ingin protes, dia tidak ingin berdebat dengan gadis itu dalam ketakutan tidak bisa bicara lagi. Mereka melangkah keluar dari mobil dan berjalan menuju pintu. Tiffany menekan bel pintu dan menunggu selama beberapa detik sebelum Mr. Hwang menyapa mereka dengan senyum hangat. "Hai, anak-anak. Datang. "" Halo, Paman. "" Hai, Mr. Hwang. "Mereka masuk ke dalam ruang tamu di mana kedua gadis duduk di sofa. Mr. Hwang diikuti dengan duduk di lengan kursi yang berdekatan sofa. Dia memandang mereka dengan senyum dan berkata, "Jadi ... sebelum bisnis, bagaimana Anda berdua?" "Baik, Paman." Dia mengangkat alis. "Hanya baik?" Dia menatap mereka berdua. Tidak memperhatikan perbedaan antara interaksi mereka dari terakhir kali ia melihat mereka, ia pikir tidak ada yang terjadi belum. Tiffany mengangguk pelan, tidak yakin di mana pamannya akan dengan ini. "Nah, itu baik kemudian." Taeyeon mengangguk. "Jadi bisnis? "Taeyeon mengangguk lagi, tiba-tiba merasa sedih. Mr. Hwang menyerahkan amplop yang berisi sekelompok kertas. "Baca melalui itu. Benar-benar, Taeyeon. Ini kontrak Anda. Beritahu saya jika Anda memiliki pertanyaan. Miyoung dan saya akan berada di perpustakaan saya. Ayo, Miyoung. "Dia berdiri dan berjalan menuju ujung rumah. Tiffany menatap Taeyeon, yang tersenyum kecil, sebelum berdiri dan mengikuti pamannya. ---" Apakah ada yang salah, Paman? "" Saya tidak tahu. Anda ceritakan. "" Hah? Saya tidak yakin saya ikuti. "" Apakah kamu baik-baik saja, Miyoung-ah? "Dia memiringkan kepalanya. "Ya?" "Benarkah?" Dia mengangguk pelan. "Di mana Anda akan dengan ini, Paman?" Dia menggeleng sebelum membuka laci dan menarik keluar sebuah folder. "Ini salinan kontrak Taeyeon. Membacanya. "Dia punya folder dan membukanya, menatap itu isinya. "Tapi kenapa kita harus melakukan ini di sini? Tidak bisa saya membacanya dengan Taeyeon luar? "" Anda mungkin memiliki masalah Anda sendiri, dan menjadi pengusaha, kita memiliki hak untuk mendiskusikannya secara pribadi. Ayo, membacanya. "Sejujurnya, Tiffany hanya ingin membakar semuanya saat itu juga. Dia tidak ingin membacanya. Dia tidak ingin diingatkan tentang bagaimana beberapa hari dia dengan Taeyeon yang. Dia hanya pura-pura membacanya. Dia membalik-balik itu dan berpura-pura membalik halaman. Setelah beberapa menit, dia menutup folder dan meletakkannya di atas meja pamannya. "Apakah Anda membacanya?" Dia mengangguk tanpa mengatakan apa-apa. "Benarkah?" Dia mengangguk lagi . "Setiap bit?" mengangguk lagi. Pamannya menatapnya curiga. "Dan Anda tidak memiliki keprihatinan apapun? Keberatan? Penambahan "?" Tidak, Paman, "jawab dia. Dia ingin mengakhiri percakapan ini dan hanya kembali ke tempat Taeyeon adalah. "Kamu sudah membaca setiap kata, Miyoung?" "Ya." Mr. Hwang tidak percaya sedikit pun dan mendesah pelan. "Baiklah," ia mengambil folder dan memasukkannya kembali ke dalam laci, "kontrak final itu," ia berdiri dan berjalan ke pintu. "Taeyeon meninggalkan pada 1 Agustus." Dia kemudian melangkah keluar dari perpustakaan dan berjalan ke Taeyeon tanpa melihat ke belakang. Tiffany duduk di sana, beku. 1 Agustus? Tapi itu ... "... ulang tahun saya."