This Burns My Heart (21 page)

Soo-Ja’s mother put her right hand over her mouth and began to laugh. “Oh, this is too, too precious. They didn’t say anything to you, did they?”

“Eomma, please, what happened?”

Soo-Ja’s mother then told her that Father-in-law had come to see her father, and had told him about his debt, and about Min facing possible jail time. Father-in-law had explained that he needed 50 million
won.

“He didn’t say straight out that he had come at your request. He just let your father assume,” said Soo-Ja’s mother. “And your father thought you were at home, too worried and ashamed to come yourself, to ask him for the money. The thought of you, feeling so badly, really got to your father. He felt like he had to rescue you. He was happy, I think, to almost ruin himself so he could help you. He went back to an old friend, who had been asking for years if your father would sell him the branch in Jungangtong. You can imagine how happy this man was when your father, out of the blue, told him he’d do it if he could get the money right away. Fifty million
won.
Into the hands of your father-in-law.”

Soo-Ja looked at her mother, stunned. “Did abeoji—did abeoji give Min’s father all that money?”

“He said whatever belongs to me belongs to Soo-Ja,” said her mother, her eyes growing big. “But what about your brothers? Or your father? He’s getting old, he can’t work like he used to. So I hope your husband enjoys his liberty, because it has come at a dear price.”

Soo-Ja fought the panic rising in her. “Eomma, I swear I didn’t know about this! Father-in-law had no right to come here and pretend to speak for me!”

“Don’t let your father see you like this,” said Mother, with sorrow in her eyes. “He was so happy to help you. I think he did it so he could see the look of gratitude on your face. What kind of a father is this, who throws so much away just for one look?”

“This doesn’t change anything,” said her father, when Soo-Ja told him how they’d kept her in the dark. “By helping your husband, I’m helping you. They’re your family now. Your fate and their fate are inextricably linked, till the day you die.”

They were sitting in his room, drinking warm cups of
yulmucha
tea. Outside, Soo-Ja could hear the cold wind howling. She watched as her father lit some incense, and its delicate smell filled the room.

“He should have told me,” said Soo-Ja, her body filled with anguish. “I would have stopped him.”

“Then I would have given him the money behind your back. Anything to keep your husband out of jail. Now, you know I don’t like Nam. But he’s Min’s father. And being wanted by the police in suspicion of a crime is one thing, actually being arrested for it is something else entirely. This would ruin his future. And
your
future. And think of Hana’s prospects, too. It’s not Min’s fault that he has a father like that.”

“So you know everything,” said Soo-Ja, her body slumped, as if her ankles and elbows were weighed down with stones.

“I guessed it the second Min’s father opened his mouth that the debt was really his, and not his son’s.”

“He must think he’s so clever,” said Soo-Ja, sighing.

Her father nodded, smiling. “I hate that you have to live with them.”

So he knew all about that, too. Soo-Ja wondered if all of her efforts to look happy were in vain, and people acted as if they believed her just to be polite, when deep down they could clearly hear her heart breaking.

“If I had let you go to Seoul to study diplomacy, you would never have married him,” said Soo-Ja’s father.

“You can’t blame yourself for my mistakes,” said Soo-Ja.

“But isn’t it true? Would you still have married him if I had let you go
to Seoul?” he asked. Soo-Ja did not reply, and her father began to nod, taking her silence for an answer.

“Is that why you gave him the money?”

“You were a rebellious daughter. But what were you rebelling against? Me. Why should I enjoy my money when my daughter lives in misery?”

“Please don’t lose sleep over me. It’s not so bad.”

“You’re lying,” he said.

Her father held his cup of tea with both his hands and drank from it. When he put it down, Soo-Ja saw that it was not tea in his cup—it was soju. She’d been so distraught by the news, she hadn’t noticed how out of sorts he looked. How long and how much had he been drinking? she wondered.

“It is the worst feeling in the world, to know that your child is unhappy.”

“It’s not that bad,” said Soo-Ja. “It’s just strange, to think of my life here and my life there. It’s not worse, it’s just different.”

“And how is Hana?”

Soo-Ja then told him all that happened. Her father looked stunned the entire time, and he kept looking out toward the hallway, where Hana was helping her grandmother pick off the ends of soybean sprouts. He stared at her with longing, as if in the telling of the story, Hana was once again lost, and once again recovered.

“You should have called for me!” he cried out. “I would have taken the first train to Pusan. To think of what you went through!”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Worrying is what a father does. Take that away from him and he has nothing to live for. How can I trust you, if you don’t reach out for me in a moment of need?”

“Please, Father, after all I’ve been through, I don’t need your chiding.”

“All I want in this world is to see you happy.”

Oh, and what a terrible burden that is for me
, thought Soo-Ja, glancing at his tired-looking eyes.

“I can’t take that money. I can’t take so much from you.”

Her father shook his head, and he looked terribly sad, as if
disappointed in her. And then, finally, a burst of emotion came out of him. “Use me up. Use me up to the bone. Take all my strength, my energy, my will. When you let me be your father and let me worry about you, care for you, and even suffer for you, you’re not doing a favor to yourself, you’re doing a favor to
me.
When you need me, I am alive.” His words felt like a lasso, reaching for her, wrapping itself over her skin. “What you felt, wandering through those streets, looking for Hana, that is the same thing I feel for you. How can you not understand?”

“I do. Father, I do.”

“It runs in your veins, this love. It goes from me to you, and from you to your daughter. You should never worry about causing me pain. It’s the opposite that I’m afraid of. Because that pain is the love, too, and how can you separate the two?”

“Yes, Father,” said Soo-Ja, wiping away her tears.

Soo-Ja found Father-in-law sitting in his room, his eyes closed, leaning back on a chair. Du-Ho stood over him, shaving Father-in-law’s face with paranoid care, as if hair by hair. He dipped the razor—large, more like a knife—occasionally into a bowl of hot water sitting on a tray next to him. He glanced at his father’s chin as if it were a mountain. Du-Ho almost shook with nervousness.

Soo-Ja came in unnoticed, leaving the sliding paper door open so as not to make noise. When Du-Ho saw her, he was about to acknowledge her when she shook her head and put her finger to her lips. He did not speak, confused, but then understood when she signaled to him to hand her the razor. He realized she meant to take his place without Father-in-law knowing.

Du-Ho, who at fourteen was no stranger to harmless pranks, handed her the razor. Soo-Ja then motioned her head toward the door, signaling for him to leave. He smiled and started heading out. For a moment, he stopped and hesitated, as if he could read her mind, as if he knew she might do something terrible. He left, though his look lingered.

Father-in-law opened his eyes and saw Soo-Ja standing where Du-Ho
should be. He gave a start, but did not move. He gazed into the mirror Du-Ho had propped up against the wall, and the look he gave her confirmed everything to Soo-Ja. Now she knew the secret that was not a secret.

Soo-Ja held the razor in the air.

“Put that razor down,” he demanded.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?” asked Soo-Ja. Instead of doing as he asked, Soo-Ja lowered her hand and pressed the razor against his neck.

“This is between your father and me,” said Father-in-law, tightening the veins on his neck. He made no pretense of not knowing what she was talking about.

“So I have nothing to do with this?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s funny, since last I knew, I was his daughter,” said Soo-Ja. She began to shave the soap off his neck, keeping the blade tight against his skin. One quick move and she’d hit his jugular.

“In business, we deal with resources. Like your father. It would have been stupid of me not to take advantage of it,” said Father-in-law, sitting very still. His eyes were glued to Soo-Ja in the mirror as she stood behind him.

“You took advantage of my father’s love for me.”

“You’re not mad at me, you’re mad at your father, for being a fool,” said Father-in-law.

“My father is not a fool,” said Soo-Ja, bursting with anger. Her hand began to shake and accidentally nicked his leathery skin. Drops of blood began to coat the blade. When she saw what she had done, Soo-Ja stepped away. “You have no right to talk like that. He saved you! You should be kneeling on the ground, singing his praises!”

“Fool. Yes, fool,” said Father-in-law rapidly, like a machine. He reached for a towel and wiped off the blood. “For giving money away like that. If I were him, I would not have given me the money. But he did, and I, unlike him, am no fool. So I took it. It’s not my fault that he’s a bad businessman.”

Soo-Ja reached for Father-in-law and came face-to-face with him. She held the razor in the air, her face full of desperation. “He gave you the money to save Min. Your own son. And you show no gratitude?”

“Gratitude doesn’t put food in your stomach. Business savvy does, and I have a lot of it. I saw a situation, and I went in for the kill. It took smarts for me to know your father’s weakness. Do you think I didn’t know what I was doing when I got my son to marry into your family?” Soo-Ja looked at him, shocked. She had always thought they had been against the marriage, considering the way they treated her. Father-in-law shook his head. “You think Min is smart enough to figure out who to marry on his own? Of course I helped him, of course I steered him in the right direction. I knew your father’s money would come in handy someday. And I knew your father’s affection for you would come in even handier.”

Shaking, Soo-Ja looked at the razor in her hand. It would take a quick second or two to sink it into his right wrist. She couldn’t reach for his throat, but his hands were only inches from her.

“But before you hate me too much, think about this,” said Father-in-law, his words slow and calculated. “Don’t you think I’m going to do
everything
I can to make sure you’re all provided for, and that we have a roof over our heads? You think it’s easy making a living? Half our country is still in shambles from the war, everywhere you look you see peasants eating grass porridge for dinner and banana peels for dessert. Orphans and paraplegics and sick old people with no homes. You think this house is free? And you think it’s easy, having an eldest son who can’t hold a job anywhere? If a fool’s giving away money, I’m a bigger fool not to take it.”

“That ‘fool’ is my father,” she muttered, in disbelief. She placed the razor on the table, turning away from him, as if he were a hallucination. “From my first day in this house, you have treated me badly. Why is that?”

Father-in-law grunted. “From your first day in this house, you have tried to turn my son against me. Do you think I don’t know that when you go to sleep at night, you whisper lies in his ear?”

Soo-Ja wanted to laugh at his paranoia, but held back. Father-in-law
had nothing to worry about. Min loved his parents, almost desperately. But still they were concerned. Soo-Ja thought of their daughter Seon-ae, the missing girl, the sister Min and the others never talked about. She had never met her. All she knew was that she had left home one day and never returned. Did Father-in-law fear, deep down, that his other children would leave, too, one by one?

“We’re not going to talk about this anymore,” said Father-in-law, dropping the bloody towel on the ground on his way out. “Our lives go back to normal. It’s all in the past.”

Soo-Ja, left alone, stared at the tiny pieces of hair floating on the bowl of water.

Soo-Ja sat in the restaurant waiting for Min, occasionally glancing at the steam rising from gigantic pots of bubbling
jjigae
on the open kitchen. The menu in front of her had been written in chalk on a worn-out blackboard, and below it a tiny radio noisily broadcast a Seoul news station.

Soo-Ja had told Min to meet her there. He’d been back from hiding for a couple of days now, but she’d gone into hiding herself, staying with Hana at her parents’ house. She wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t stay there forever, but she also couldn’t imagine going back to life with her in-laws. Too much had happened recently. Her in-laws’ betrayal, and before that, seeing Yul again. Yul had reminded her of her old self—the old Soo-Ja she now longed to reconnect with. And Soo-Ja knew she could never do that as long as she stayed with Min.

If Jae-Hwa can leave her husband, why can’t I leave mine as well?

Min came in and found her quickly, as she was the only person there, sitting at one of four low wooden tables, pots of cactus flowers behind her. He said nothing as he sat down.

“Did you know about your father’s plans?” Soo-Ja asked him.

“I didn’t know until three days ago,” he said ruefully. “And when I heard about the money, I was glad—I thought you had gotten it for us.”

Soo-Ja looked at him, surprised. “No, it was your father.”

“After so long in that awful place, I started to dream of you coming to save me,” said Min. “But in the end it wasn’t you, it was my father.”

“So you’re not mad at my father, you’re mad at me,” said Soo-Ja, tasting the irony. “You don’t think he did anything wrong. In fact, he’s your hero now.”

“He got me out, didn’t he?” Min asked matter-of-factly.

Min would always be his father’s son, and side with him always, thought Soo-Ja. It was a battle she had lost. He would never be hers, and it was foolish to think she could be his.