My Girlfriend Is Very Good To Me [EN]: Chapter 228

Ah, I got caught.

Well, I’ve done similar things before, so it’s understandable that Dad would expect it.

“But~ Mom bragged to me earlier that she went on a date with Dad!”

“……”

“Do it~ You said you’d give me a reward. Just think of it as giving it to me in advance~”

“Haa…”

At my continued request, Dad sighed. But after a moment, he looked at me as if I were cute and said what I wanted to hear.

“Our Sarang is the prettiest in the world.”

“More than Mom?”

“Prettier than Mom.”

“Hehehe… Thank you~ Dad is the coolest in the world too!”

In truth, he probably thinks Mom is the prettiest in the world, but I’m satisfied enough with this.

I feel a little sorry for Dad, who will be in trouble at home later, but with this, I can win against Mom today.

And anyway.

I heard those words from the dad I love most in the world.

—

(feat. Han Somang)

─A few hours ago

Han Somang hesitated for a moment at his dad’s call to have dinner together. Of course, he liked having dinner with his dad, but he thought about helping his sister for the first time in a while.

Earlier, while texting with Mom at lunchtime, he heard that Mom had lunch with Dad. The moment he heard that, he saw the future: a future where Mom and his sister bicker late in the evening.

Of course, that happened often, and he knew that the two weren’t really fighting, so it wasn’t a big deal.

But if one side is too dominant, the other side runs to Dad and clings to him. That means he’ll have less time to sit on Dad’s lap.

In that case…

“I’m hanging out with a friend; can I just play more?”

[Do you want to play more with your friend? Then should Dad make Somang’s favorite dinner later?]

“Yes. I like what Dad makes.”

[Okay. Call Dad if anything happens. Have fun playing with your friend~]

“See you later.”

After finishing the short call with his dad and putting his phone in his pocket, the girls who had been asking him to play with them earlier approached him with expectant faces.

“Han Somang, aren’t you going home?”

“Are you going to play and go?”

“I can play more too…”

Han Somang didn’t really like being active, like his mom, Lee Heena. Because of this, he didn’t get along well with the male friends who liked soccer or basketball. From the beginning, he liked going home and playing games with his dad the most.

So it was very rare for him to stay at school and play after school, but the girls always asked him like this.

It was natural from the girls’ point of view. Han Somang didn’t do childish things like any other third-grade elementary school boy; he was always calm and mature, and above all, he was so handsome. It was a beauty that made you smile just by looking at it. So they wanted to play with him more.

Anyway, he would have refused these suggestions to play if it were normal, but today he had to kill time. Besides, the girls liked talking about books, dramas, and YouTube rather than moving their bodies, and Han Somang liked that more than sports.

So he smiled slightly and accepted the invitations.

“Shall we play a little?”

And at Han Somang’s rare participation, at that cute smile that shook their hearts the moment they saw it, the remaining girls each made a fuss.

“Then shall we go to my house? There’s a game console that my brother plays… you like games, right?”

“You play that phone game called Brawl, right? I, I installed it too… do you want to play together?”

“Not that─”

“Hey! You guys are being mean!”

As the atmosphere became such that they would end up fighting, each wanting to play with him, Han Somang came up with a compromise.

“Instead of that, shall we all go to the playground? Let’s talk while getting some fresh air.”

“U, ung! Good!”

“Let’s go!”

Then, as if they had never raised their voices, the girls became gentle sheep and naturally followed Han Somang.

All those actions and reactions were just familiar things to him. Han Somang, who was very smart and intelligent for his age, already knew.

How handsome he was.

With such a black heart to monopolize his dad’s lap later, he chatted with the girls in his class at the playground.

It wasn’t even an hour before he received a call from Uncle Heeseong and went to his grandmother’s house.

Next episode

I’m already thirty-eight years old.

When I suddenly think, ‘How old am I this year?’ and it ends with the answer, ‘Ah, thirty-eight,’ I can’t believe it at all.

No matter how much the number of people living alone is increasing these days, and it has become natural for men not to get married until their early to mid-thirties,

Still, thirty-eight was an age that anyone would call ‘adult.’

But I don’t know. Am I really an adult? I don’t think I’ve changed from twenty years ago.

Not often, but when I occasionally watch fun games or cartoons, my heart beats, and when I meet my friends, I burst into laughter at silly stories.

I’m thirty-eight years old like that.

Even when I’m caught up in such sentimentality, I look around and think, ‘Sarang would like these clothes,’ ‘Somang is playing that game these days,’ ‘A massage machine. Heena is late these days; should I buy that and give her a massage before she goes to bed?’ I was walking down the street with such thoughts.

A burst of laughter escaped. Honestly, I don’t know if I can confidently call myself an ‘adult.’ But I can confidently say that I am a ‘dad.’

[Heena♡: Thank you for coming to my company to have lunch with me~ I love you♡]

I checked the text message my wife sent me a little while ago again. My face probably has a subtle smile on it. The relationship between Heena and me was still the same: loving each other, cherishing each other, and unable to live without each other.

I’m still working from home, but there were times when I had to go to the company. On the way, I took some time to have lunch with Heena and went back to the company.

I thought the work would be finished earlier than expected, so I thought I should eat out with the children. I always enjoy the food I make, and even my eldest daughter even makes it for me now.

Because if I only ate out with Mom, I would be sulking.

—

After enjoying a date with my daughter and picking up Somang, who had been kidnapped by Heeseong hyung [older brother/friend], I returned home. And all day today, Sarang still wouldn’t let go of my arm.

When Sarang was just in middle school, I had a kind of fear in one corner of my mind: that Sarang would no longer like me from around puberty and would regard me as an annoying and annoying dad.

But still, our daughter hasn’t changed. She liked me more than anyone else and always tried to be by my side, as if it were natural.

Those things were pleasing until I was 16, a little worried when I was 17, and this year, when I was 18, I felt the need to seriously consider it at least once. Of course, it’s not bad for families to love each other, but I wonder if I’m not graduating from Dad too much.

Wow, I’m worried because my daughter likes me too much!

Maybe other dads would have been jealous if they heard it. Even Yoonseong’s daughter, who is only 5 years old, is sulking because she doesn’t play with him well.

Well, it’s not a problem that can be solved by thinking about it. I can’t tell my daughter to stop liking me. Besides, even though I say I’m worried, I was secretly very happy that Sarang continued to like me.

Anyway, I came home late in the evening, and after a little more time, Heena even got off work. And our family gathered in the living room as always and chatted.

“Mom. Do you want to see the pictures I took with Dad on a date earlier?”

“Did you take a lot?”

“Yeah, look!”

“…Heung~ Dad even kissed her on the cheek. Our daughter must have been happy?”

“Hehe, you didn’t do it to Mom, did you?”

“That’s right. You only kiss your daughter… I have to punish Dad for this?”

“Don’t do that to Dad~ It can’t be helped! I’m the opponent!”

Heena and Sarang, eating the apple I cut, were telling me about what happened at lunch and dinner. Before, their bickering felt a bit like a fight, but now it was just a bragging competition. The winner or loser is determined by who received the most cuteness from me.

It’s almost a daily routine, so there’s no need to worry about this. It’s just one of the mother-daughter communications. They both seemed to enjoy such conversations.

“Dad, I did this far.”

“Huh? Oh~ Now Somang is higher than Dad? Amazing~”

And when the two of them were doing that, Somang occupied my lap, which boasted a whopping 3:1 competition rate. In fact, Somang didn’t join the battle, but he liked me no less than the two of them.

Our son, who still looked exactly like Heena, liked sitting on my lap and playing phone games the most. I was also enjoying the same game, dividing my time to talk with Somang.

By the way, I wonder what friends our son played with today.

“Somang. What did you do with your friends today? Did you play games together?”

“No. I just talked in the playground.”

“Hmm…”

Seeing that he talked in the playground, did he play with girls again today, not boys?

I was still helping with the Green Mothers’ Association [volunteer parent group] activities every month, and every time I could see Somang going to school: the sight of my son walking confidently among the girls.

Looking at that, I thought my son was amazing, even though he was my son. Of course, I know that our son’s face is handsome, but it wasn’t easy to gain popularity from around this age just because he was handsome.

It’s not like a cartoon; the girls are always following him like the Pied Piper. And because of that, I was sometimes worried.

I was worried that there might be boys who didn’t like that, because they might be upset or do something bad.

Fortunately, Somang was good at handling things, so I could see him playing with boys very, very rarely. It’s about once in a hundred times.

“I wonder who my son played with~ Seol? Sina? Or Ina?”

I had heard stories from Somang, and I called out the names of the girls who bowed and greeted me whenever they saw me. All three were pretty and cute, so they were promising children.

Perhaps because I was working from home and taking on the role of a typical mother, I often saw the faces of Somang’s friends, so I remembered them like this.

Well, even if I ask like this, maybe.

“Everyone. Sua and Yumin were also there.”

“I know Yumin, but who is Sua?”

“A girl in class 3.”

“I see~”

“Yeah.”

I thought he played with everyone. Even a new girl was added. This would be nothing to Somang, seeing him answer without any expression.

Is this the life of a handsome man? I don’t think Heeseong hyung [older brother/friend] was like this when he was young. He has a fun personality now, but I feel like he was a reckless kid around this age.

While listening to Somang talk about what happened today, I glanced up at the mother and daughter who were holding a bragging contest.

“You know, Jju still seems to like Dad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Dad called earlier to ask if we could have dinner, and after hearing that, she asked if she could come along too, right? I bet that’s totally it, isn’t it?”

“I should see Jueun’s face after a long time~”

“Mom, Mom! Then, shall we go to a cafe together on the weekend? A private cafe opened near Jju’s place, and the atmosphere is nice.”

“Should we?”

“Let’s go~ I promised to go with Jju!”

“Hehe, it seems like you’re still getting along well with Jueun.”

“Of course~ She’s my bestie~ If only she didn’t like Dad!”

Before I knew it, the two of them were huddled together, chatting happily. I didn’t have anything to say about the content, though.

Anyway, I thought this kind of family atmosphere, like friends with each other, was really nice.

—

The day came to an end, and it was time to go to bed.

While massaging Heena’s legs, who had a tough day, we talked a little more.

“So? Why did my dear only give kisses to our daughter?”

Actually, it wasn’t a conversation but an interrogation. I could vividly feel Heena’s unique sulkiness, subtly applying pressure without losing her smile.

“What else could I do when Sarang asked me to? Is my Heena sulking? Should I give you a kiss now?”

“Hmph, kisses are a given. So, am I the best for you? You just forgot a while ago, right?”

“Of course.”

“Hmph…”

Of course, all it takes is one word like that, and my wife is immediately appeased. It’s so easy.

-Click

I stopped massaging Heena, who was feeling sulky, and was about to shower her with kisses. That’s when Heena played something on her phone.

[My Sarang is the prettiest in the world.]

[Prettier than Mom?]

[Prettier than Mom.]

[Hehehe… Thank you~ Dad is the coolest in the world too!]

It was the conversation between Sarang and me that we had in the evening. After that content, which was probably only about 3 seconds long, Heena’s interrogation continued strongly.

“I’m the best, but not the prettiest, I guess?”

“……”

“Huh? Honey. Would you like to say something?”

That’s right, she recorded that.

Moreover, the beginning was cut off, so it sounded like I was purely giving compliments directly. I knew she was going to send it to Heena, but I thought she had forgotten about it since the story didn’t come up in the living room earlier.

Did she just send it now? Why at this timing?

“Why is my husband speechless? Huh? Yeah~ Our Sarang is much prettier and cuter than me, right?”

“Heena. You know I love you, right?”

“I know~ You love me after Sarang.”

Not easy.

I briefly considered whether I should just shut her up with a kiss, as always. Eventually, she’ll forget about it if I give her some skinship [physical affection]. It’s not like Sarang’s cute actions have only happened once or twice.

But.

-Knock knock

“Can I come in?”

“Huh? Come in.”

“Hehe~”

-Click

Following the knock, Sarang asked for permission and came into the room. Now, she didn’t just charge in with a pillow like she used to.

As a high school student, Sarang was well aware that there could be various forms of intimacy between a married couple. Besides, the relationship between Heena and me was exceptionally good.

Sarang came up onto the bed with a pillow hugged tightly in her arms, just like before. At the same time, she smiled brightly and asked us for permission once again.

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?”

“Together? Well, it’s okay but…”

“No. Han Sarang. Go back to your room.”

Although it was less frequent than before, there were still occasional days when we slept together, so I was about to allow it without much thought. But Heena refused firmly.

However, Sarang didn’t give in to that refusal and started acting cute, clinging to me.

“Why~ I want to sleep together after a long time~ Dad, it’s okay, right? Huh?”

“I said no! Aren’t you going to leave?!”

“I don’t want to! And Mom, you heard the recording, right? Dad said I’m the prettiest~”

“You just begged Dad to say that! Honey, say it again now. Who is the prettiest?”

“Me, right? Dad!”

“Honey!”

“……”

Usually, it ends with exchanging petty arguments, but for the first time in a while, a genuine competition mode was activated, which hadn’t been common recently.

Even though she was almost forty, my wife, who craved my compliments like a girl, was so cute and pretty. Sarang was also deliberately provoking her mom and enjoying it, which was cute too.

Heena, with a fierce look in her eyes, urged me, and Sarang, with a smiling face, acted cute.

To drag this fight out any longer, Heena and Sarang had to go to work or school tomorrow. So, without a word, I opened my arms and pulled them both into my embrace. I could feel their small bodies nestling in without resistance.

-Thud

And then, I lay down on the bed as if collapsing, gently stroking their heads.

“Let’s go to sleep soon. You both have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“You didn’t even answer…”

“Dad is warm~”

I fell asleep listening to Heena’s whining and Sarang’s sweet voice. Even after several years, our family was still consistent.

I was a truly happy dad. I was receiving so much love from my family.

Anyway, since only Somang had to sleep separately today, I should sleep with Somang tomorrow to be fair.

See you in the next episode

Lee Jueun, who has been Han Sarang’s childhood friend since she was a one-year-old baby, although she lives a little far away now.

In her vague memories, Han Yeonhoo, Han Sarang’s father, was someone who made her think, ‘I wish he was my dad─’.

Of course, that doesn’t mean she disliked her own father. It was just a child’s heart envying her friend’s father, who only showed kindness, rather than her own father, who nagged and interfered with her.

Besides, the desire to have Han Yeonhoo as her father was more like admiring an idol.

Vague liking in kindergarten, which she doesn’t even remember well, and a secretly fond heart when she started to open her eyes a little in elementary school.

She had told Han Sarang about that young feeling, which she had never honestly revealed to anyone, in high spirits during her 6th-grade field trip.

Believing that her childhood friend, who was cuter, kinder, and brighter than anyone she had ever seen, would surely smile and support her.

But.

“Do you want to die?”

“Sa, Sarang-ah?”

“Our dad is mine and Mom’s! Don’t covet him!!”

“…Eesh! Why!! I’m going to like him too!”

“I told you not to!!”

“I’m going to!!!”

“Hey!!!”

Unlike her shy fidgeting in front of Han Yeonhoo, Lee Jueun’s usual appearance was closer to a boisterous tomboy. Thanks to that, she had a big fight with Han Sarang, who exploded after hearing her confession.

And that was the first and last time she had a real fight with Han Sarang.

Basically, Han Sarang was gentle to most people, and that aspect was even stronger for Lee Jueun, her closest friend. Lee Jueun was also always weak to Han Sarang, her pretty-faced best friend, so there was usually no reason to escalate to a fight.

Anyway, it was a cold war for a few days after that day, but the two childhood friends, who had been together since they were one year old, didn’t drift apart just because they had a fight once.

Above all, not being able to see Han Sarang’s smiling face was very fatal to Lee Jueun. Seeing that cute face every day was the joy of her life.

So, Lee Jueun gave in first.

“I, I’ll only like Ahjussi [term for older man/uncle] a little bit. Is that not okay either?”

“…Hmph, you absolutely can’t like him a lot. Got it? Dad is mine and Mom’s.”

“Okay.”

It didn’t make sense that she suddenly stopped liking him overnight, and she didn’t want to lie to her best friend about that, so that was the best she could do. Fortunately, Han Sarang understood her complicated feelings.

From then on, after reaching a dramatic compromise, she never brought up her true feelings about Han Yeonhoo. After graduating from elementary school and entering middle school, she realized that it wasn’t liking him as a member of the opposite sex.

However, sometimes when she went to Han Sarang’s house and ran into Han Yeonhoo, it was still the same.

“I’m back!”

“Hello, Ahjussi…”

“Welcome~ Oh? Jueun came too?”

“Yes.”

“It’s been a while since you came to the house. Should Ahjussi buy you something delicious? You both liked pasta, right?”

“Ah, no! I just really like what Ahjussi makes…”

“Really? Alright… Since Jueun said that, should Ahjussi show off my skills a bit?”

“Thank you.”

Since Han Yeonhoo works from home, she couldn’t help but see his face every time she went unless she was really unlucky. And Lee Jueun couldn’t help but admit her own shyness every time.

Honestly, it wasn’t liking him as a member of the opposite sex. It was never that, but rather, she inadvertently felt shy because of Han Yeonhoo’s unique atmosphere that made her feel comfortable somewhere, and her liking for him as a person, although not as a member of the opposite sex, was still there.

However, when 14-year-old Han Sarang saw Lee Jueun acting like that, she narrowed her eyes and stared blankly.

“……”

“…Why, why. What.”

“You, do you remember what you said last year?”