Kapitel 58: The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak
Sure enough, a moment later, they turned and saw two big trucks entering through the main gate. They were both white, with the Chinjeol Foundation logo painted on either side.
The logo's design was a pale green silhouette with golden wings. That image was how Ji-Won's late mother had envisioned kindness to look like. A form without a specific face, with Angel wings.
With this amount of coincidences, it was as if the charity organization and Angel orphanage had been linked through fate since the very beginning.
Ji-Won, followed by the others, quickly approached the trucks. Then they all began downloading the cargo.
Some crates were slightly heavy, containing food and cooking ingredients such as vegetables and meat. There were also boxes containing tableware of all shapes and sizes, from small cups and bowls, to large plates and deep basins. Other boxes were filled with clothes and school supplies. There were also several crates that contained books and drawing materials. These had been collected from companies, organizations or from private people through donations.
It seemed that Ji-Won's prediction regarding Su-Jin's public menace disposition would soon come true.
As they all picked up and carried the cargo from the trucks to the building, Su-Jin once again showed her ability to be childish, much to Ji-Won's vexation and the others' amusement.
Just like a kid, she wanted to help, but she was bad at measuring just how much she could do. Therefore, when she tried to pick up a crate filled to the brim with vegetables the weight took her by surprise and she staggered a few steps backwards.
However, no matter how strenuous it was for her body, she stubbornly refused to admit defeat and put the crate down and choose something lighter. Instead, she held onto it tightly.
But despite all Su-Jin's best efforts, just as she was about to reach the entrance to the orphanage, her arms finally gave out and she dropped the crate. The object fell heavily with a loud crash and all the vegetables scattered on the ground.
"Aah!" Su-Jin let out a mortified yelp.
Before anyone could figure out what happened, she had already begun collecting the stray vegetables, putting them neatly back into the crate. Jung Seok, who was close to her, came up to help.
"Here. These were about to roll farther away so I caught them for you." he said quietly, handing Su-Jin two big cabbages.
"Thank you so much." Su-Jin took the cabbages and shot him a grateful smile. "I'm sorry to trouble you."
Jung Seok merely dipped his head in a small bow and continued to help her pick up the rest of the vegetables. The two worked in silence until everything was back into their container. Then, Jung Seok easily lifted the crate and took it inside. Su-Jin followed after him, looking both embarrassed and grateful at the same time.
Meanwhile, some distance away from them, Ji-Won and Seo-Jun were standing near one of the trucks. Each was carrying a large box and they were just about to walk towards the orphanage main building to drop off their load when they witnessed Su-Jin's fantastical display of klutziness.
Before Seo-Jun was able to say anything, he heard a low groan coming from next to him. He turned his head to the side and saw Ji-Won watching Su-Jin with a complicated expression. The man's eyebrows were furrowed and the downward curve of his mouth clearly expressed his displeasure.
Seeing his friend look as though he was caught between wanting to go and help, yet at the same time wishing to avoid acknowledging the situation, Seo-Jun couldn't help but laugh.
"I guess our dear Miss Park has done it again."
Hearing Seo-Jun's words, Ji-Won's facial muscles twitched. The man's chuckles annoyingly scraped at his ears, making him feel even more irritated than he already was.
"Let's just finish unloading all of these. We still have a lot of things to do." Ji-Won ordered curtly.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say, boss." Seo-Jun beamed at him teasingly.
It took the team almost two hours to take everything out and place them inside the main building. By the time they had finished, the sun was already high up onto the sky. The summer heat was beginning to make its presence felt. The temperatures quickly went high and they all began to sweat.
"How about you all take a short break?" Director Cha told the five people.
She brought out cold water and forced the young people to take shelter from the heat.
Not wanting to seem ungrateful, they all drank the water, then went inside. They settled in a large room that was usually used by the children when they had common activities. It was big enough to hold at least forty people, and had tables and chairs scattered everywhere.
Along the walls they could see racks and shelves filled with books. One corner of the room was occupied with a small desk, on top of which were placed a computer and a printer.
Su-Jin took everything in, feeling a jab of sorrow inside her chest. Sure, she hadn't had a perfect childhood either and technically she was also an orphan.
However, in the face of such shabby amenities, Su-Jin felt that her life had been happier than that of the children who lived there. At least, she knew her parents had loved her and she still had people who cared about her. But most of the orphans here didn't even know their parents' faces or whether they were alive or dead.
Su-Jin instantly felt heartbroken for the young souls that were struggling inside Angel orphanage.
Director Cha's voice unexpectedly came from next to them, pulling Su-Jin back from her sorrowful thoughts.
"How is your father, Ji-Won?" Director Cha was asking him.
"I don't want to talk about him." Ji-Won replied curtly, his expression darkening at a visible speed.
The old woman smiled calmly, not paying attention to his brash manner of speaking. Instead, she patted his arm gently, her wrinkled fingers sliding down and lingering with gentleness on the back of his hand. Her small gesture was meant to sooth him, to wordlessly reassure Ji-Won that he wasn't alone.
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