A mid-summer night hare (8)

Ackley holds Emmy’s hand when he drives, like a honeymoon couple. Others will surely be fed up seeing this. They seem to be obsessed with PDA (public display of affection).

Ten minutes have passed, and they finally arrive at Times Square. Today, Emmy dresses quite appropriately as usual, like a taitai. Hareta stares at her with red-eye envy. She wants to strip Emmy naked in public.

Emmy gets off the car and kisses goodbye with her husband on his forehead. She says, “Hubby, happy time flies, doesn’t it? I am already here. I will miss you loads. Please give her a ride home. I love you so much, my honey.”

Hareta remembers every single second she spends with this couple. She has rehersed in her head hundreds of times how to seduce this i-banker. In Hareta’s eyes, Ackley is an ideal husband. She thinks that everything Emmy owns is perfect. Emmy’s friends are all celebrities; Emmy’s home is a luxury; Emmy’s son is a genius; Emmy’s school is top-tier; Emmy’s clothes are designer brands; Emmy’s body is perfectly proportional; Emmy’s looks are attractive; Emmy’s husband is an angel.

After Emmy gets off the car, Hareta has taken on Emmy’s seat. At that moment, she feels that she has temporarily taken on Emmy’s role as Ackley’s wife. But that’s not all. She wants to be Mr. Chin’s other half. No, not just his other half. She wants to be the one and only Mrs. Chin. Now, she is determined to realize her dreams at all costs. But her nightmares are just starting to commence. The karma of her little hunger games is like a tsunami. Can you finish what you have started?

Hareta says, “Your wife is too flattering to say that I look like Song Hye Kyo. Actually, I am not as pretty….”

Hareta has not even finished the line, Ackley all of a sudden acts like a different person and says, “I think you are awesome. To me, you’re perfect. You really look like Song Hye Kyo, if only I could be Song Jung Ki. Don’t you agree?”

Hareta’s face is burning as she hears these compliments from her little prince.

After she recollects her merry surprises, she goes, “To thank you for driving me home, why don’t you come with me for a drink at my place? I want to express my gratitude in having this enjoyable journey with you.”