They walked quietly toward the Yeongdo ferry, not knowing what the others who saw them together might think. The boatman accepted their fares.
The wooden boat was mostly empty, so they sat together for the duration of the short trip.
“Your mother spoke to you,” Isak said, trying to keep his voice level.
“Yes.”
He tried to read her feelings in her young, pretty face. She looked terrified.
“Thank you,” she said.
“What do you think of it?”
“I’m very grateful. It’s a heavy burden that you’ve taken off our shoulders. We don’t know how to thank you.”
“My life is nothing. It wouldn’t have any meaning without putting it to good use. Don’t you think?”
Sunja played with the side edge of her chima.
“I have a question,” Isak said.
Sunja kept her eyes lowered.
“Do you think you can love God?” He inhaled. “If you could love God, then I know everything will be all right. It’s a lot, I think, to ask of you. It might not make sense now. It will take time. I do understand that.”
This morning, it had occurred to Sunja that he’d ask her something like this, and she’d given thought to this God that the pastor believed in. Spirits existed in the world—she believed this even though her father had not. After he died, she felt that he was with her. When they went to his grave for the jesa, it was easy to feel his comforting presence. If there were many gods and dead spirits, then she felt that she could love his god, especially if his god could encourage Baek Isak to be such a kind and thoughtful person.
“Yes,” she said. “I can.”
The boat docked, and Isak helped her off. The mainland was very cold, and Sunja tucked her hands into her jacket sleeves to warm them. The sharp winds cut through their bodies. She worried that the bitter weather would be bad for the pastor.
Neither knew where they should go next, so she pointed to the main shopping street not far from the ferry. It was the only place she’d ever gone with her parents on the mainland. She walked in that direction, not wanting to take the lead, but he did not seem to care about that. He followed her steps.
“I’m glad you’ll try—try to love God. It means a great deal. I think we can have a good marriage if we share this faith.”
She nodded again, not entirely understanding what he meant, but she trusted that he had a sound reason for his request.
“Our lives will be strange at first, but we’ll ask God for his blessing—on us and the child.”
Sunja imagined that his prayer would act like a thick cloak to shield them.
Gulls hovered, shrieking loudly, then flew away. She realized that the marriage had a condition, but it was easy to accept it; there was no way for him to test her devotion. How do you prove that you love God? How do you prove that you love your husband? She would never betray him; she would work hard to care for him—this she could do.
Isak paused in front of a tidy Japanese restaurant that served noodles.
“Have you ever had udon?” He raised his eyebrows.
She shook her head no.
He led her inside. The customers there were Japanese, and she was the only female. The owner, a Japanese man in a spotless apron, greeted them in Japanese. The couple bowed.
Isak asked for a table for two in Japanese, and the owner relaxed upon hearing his language spoken so well. They chatted amiably, and the owner offered them seats at the edge of the communal table near the door with no one beside them. Isak and Sunja sat opposite each other, making it impossible to avoid each other’s faces.
Sunja couldn’t read the hand-painted menus on the plywood walls but recognized some of the Japanese numbers. Office workers and shopkeepers sat on three long tables covered in wax cloths and slurped from their steaming bowls of soupy noodles. A Japanese boy with a shaved head went around pouring brown tea from a heavy brass kettle. He tipped his head to her slightly.
“I’ve never been to a restaurant before,” she found herself saying, more out of surprise than from a wish to talk.
“I haven’t been to many myself. This place looks clean, though. My father said that’s important when you eat outside your home.” Isak smiled, wanting Sunja to feel more comfortable. The warmth of being inside had brought color to her face. “Are you hungry?”
Sunja nodded. She hadn’t eaten anything that morning.
Isak ordered two bowls of udon for them.
“It’s like kalguksu, but the broth is different. I thought maybe you might like it. I’m sure it’s sold everywhere in Osaka. Everything there will be new for us.” More and more, Isak liked the idea of having her go with him.
Sunja had heard many stories about Japan from Hansu already, but she couldn’t tell Isak this. Hansu had said that Osaka was an enormous place where you’d hardly ever see the same person twice.