Chapter 8 — Boss Huo Waited For Me For Eight Years

“Not the stupidest one.” Trieu Duy took a sip of beer, "You are unique. Never before."

“What should I do now?”

“You asked me?”

“I asked you.”

“Cancel the engagement.”

"Cancel the engagement? This... how should I tell the groom's family?"

"That's your job. But if you really like Hoac Hoai Can, you shouldn't go and make others suffer. That guy doesn't owe you anything."

I know it's right. But —

“Does Boss Hoac still need me?”

“What?”

"I mean... I rejected him for 8 years. It wasn't intentional. But it's been 8 years. Does he... still need me?"

Trieu Duy looked at me with eyes filled with countless emotions. Agreeing, speechless, hatred cannot be made into steel.

“Look at his reaction today.”

“What reaction?”

“Didn't you say people's eyes are red?”

“Um.”

"It's been 8 years since the man still has red eyes because of you. What do you think?"

I clenched my fists. The knuckles creaked.

“I have to go find him.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

I jumped up, the chair scraped back making a deafening sound. Trieu Duy also stood up.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“What are you going to say?”

I was stunned. Right. What was I going to say? I rushed in front of Hoac Hoai Can and said, "Actually, I like you too"? Over the past 8 years, I have considered him as a boss, as a partner, as a work object that needs to be devotedly served. What right do I have to suddenly rush out and say I like you? What if he thinks I came here because I knew the truth? What if he thinks I'm pitying him? What if he thinks —

“You're thinking too much.” Trieu Duy interrupted me.

“Huh?”

"You're thinking too much. Just go. When the time comes, improvise. Your lips are already clumsy, but people have been waiting for you for 8 years, you just need to stand in front of him, he will automatically understand."

I took a deep breath. Then touch your pocket — Don't bring a wallet.

“That…”

Trieu Duy glared at me, then slapped the taxi fare on my hand.

“Go away.”

* Chapter 8 9:30 pm. I stood under Hoac Hoai Can's apartment building. He lives in the penthouse apartment of a luxury apartment building right in the city center. Over the past 8 years, I have brought documents here countless times. But today, standing downstairs, my legs are weak. I took my phone and sent him a text message. [Boss Hoac, are you home? I have something to tell you.] After texting, I immediately regretted it. Even though he quit his job, he still calls him boss Hoac. A minute later, the reply message came. [Have. Go ahead, password hasn't changed.] Password hasn't changed. 2901. My birthday. February 9, added 1st floor. This password he set from the first day he moved here. At that time, he asked me to help set up the smart home system. Seeing the door password, I casually asked: "Boss, does this series of numbers have any meaning?" He replied: "Just install it." Install modern. Big banana. I took the elevator to the top floor and stood in front of the room door. Take three deep breaths. Enter password. The door opens. In the living room, turn on a tree lamp. Warm yellow light. Hoac Hoai Can is sitting on the sofa, holding a book. Today he changed his clothes - a dark gray, loose-fitting house suit, his hair was no longer as carefully combed as it was during the day, there were a few strands hanging down on his forehead. Seeing me enter, he put down his book.

“Something happened What?"

I stood at the entrance to the house. Legs do not move. The mouth also did not open. He waited 5 seconds.

“Tham Khe?”

“Boss Hoac.”

“Um?”

“Not true — Hoac Hoai Can.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. For the first time in 8 years I called him directly by name.

“I want to ask you a question.”

“Ask.”

“That clock — that Valentine clock.”

“What?”

“You said you bought too much. Is it really exaggerated?

He didn't say anything. Silence for a few seconds. Then he laughed lightly.