Til Death Do Us Part

4

"Sohla, eat with Yoonha tonight. I have plans." Mother meets me in the lounge when I arrive home from work, passing by in the process of me coming in and her going, and I paste on my bright smile. She's oblivious to what day of the week it is, let alone the date, so she's at least one person who won't acknowledge today. Thankfully.

"Something fun?" I ask and stop to adjust her collar of the coat she's pulling on. Admiring her beauty even at her age. She's not aged a day in the last decade and is still as pulled together as she was when I was a girl, when she's dressed up like this. It's easy to forget everything and bask in how happy she seems.

"Bridge with the girls. I shouldn't be home too late. Yoonha is in the dining room already." She pats me on the cheek with a loving smile. Elegantly dressed and poised as the picture of class and grace at all times, and I find it hard to sometimes associate her with the woman she is when no one's looking.

She gets through her life by popping happy pills, and avoiding reality as much as she can, much like I do. The only difference is she has nothing in her life to distract her from long days, except us kids. She doesn't work anymore as she retired so long ago, so her life of leisure means she spends her time yoyoing from manic bouts of activity and going out, with days endlessly in bed in a dark room and refusing to get up. She's on a high lately which means a succession of social dates and coming home drunk after spending a fortune at whatever club or game she's gone to.

I linger to watch her leave before I turn on my heel and wander slowly through our open plan and extravagant home to the formal dining area. Spotting Yoonie already set up with an array of dishes laid out before him. He's picking at his food absentmindedly and seems way too serious and immersed in thought and I ready myself for what I expect to be coming. Bracing myself and pulling on the mask of indifference.

"Are you sulking or problem solving?" I jest as I slide into the seat opposite him, and instantly watch his face brighten up like a new dawning day with my presence. A complete change in his persona when I come home, as opposed to how he seems when I view him from afar. Yoonha has never really been the same since his father passed away. He carries so many sad emotions and they are way too obvious at times.

"Neither, just thinking..... How are you feeling?" he cautiously asks, and I tense, knowing that of all the people in this house, he's the only one who would ask me that today of all days. Sometimes I feel like Yoonie is more of a walking diary of the disasters of my life than I am. He remembers everything and he carelessly always tries to pull it out of me.

"Same as every day, why would today be any different?" I brightly answer and lean back as Emily the housekeeper comes and lays my own dishes in front of me, the same as his, and ignore the way his eyes linger on my face as he tries to read me. I smile my thanks her way as she moves off.

"It's okay to not be okay, you know. That's what's wrong with this god damn family. We all act like we're fine and yet, none of us are. We're dysfunctional as fuck." I ignore his intense gaze and pick up my cutlery, eyeballing my food and making appropriate motions as though I'm eager to eat because I'm starving. The smell alone makes me realise I have no appetite.

"What's with you today? Did your deal fall through? Work getting to you?" I dodge the conversation and adjust my fork to dig into my creamy pasta dish, ignoring what I know he's dying to talk about. The wall goes up and he'll never penetrate it. This is how I tackle all things.

"Sohla...?"

I know the tone. The underlying quiver of emotion and the almost yearning need to talk about feelings. I know him too well and if I let him he'll probe at things I don't want to open up about and ruin my mood.