Rhythm
Rhythm
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'Jom'... was the name Mom gave me, expecting that it could be changed according to the mood each year.
In a good mood, it could be Jom, the naughty.
In a bad mood, it could be Jom the nosy.
The reason was that I was born with a gift that allows me to hear others' minds and see the picture in their heads when I touch them.
Dad and Mom took this advantage for gambling, or sometimes, a stitch in time saves nine, screening tenants' profiles in our apartment.
Until one day, 'Renu', the new tenant, came up, and Mom asked me to screen her profile. Yet, I saw nothing. I couldn't read her mind but only heard the echo of her heartbeat. Ba-dum... Constantly
As I was always the person who didn't want to know others' stories, I ended up wanting to know everything about her, which made me crazy.
Moreover, the new tenant was also a teacher, 'The new teacher in my school.'
Started from a simple relationship...
Developed to be complex when her heartbeat and mine started to race at the same pace significantly.
Then, I thought of some experiments about couples' heartbeats that beat at the same pace.
Somebody told that
If you set a couple to stare at each other in the face,
The pattern of their heartbeat would be synced at the same pace.
So this is why they say
'Hearts beat as one.'
Nevertheless, shouldn't our hearts skip a beat with the opposite gender? So, why did my heart skip the beat to the person I can't read her mind?
The person who I had so many questions filed in my head every time I met her.
Who is she? Why can't I hear a thing...except the sound of her heart.
Author: ChaOplaNoy
Translator: AiriRin & Pattarapong and meb translation team
Editor: Juls
Illustrator: Sine-eang