Chapter 5 — Easy Goodbye, New Meeting Again?

Tran Van Tu seemed to want to chase after him, but his father shouted loudly to stop him.

“You stop there!”

Tran's father is inherently gentle and rarely gets angry like that. I didn't look back. The hallway was very thickly carpeted, and the sound of footsteps was softly swallowed. But my heart beat very strongly. Each beat, each beat, seemed to hit straight into the eardrum. On the way home, Tran Van Tu called more than a dozen calls, but I didn't answer. His messages kept coming. 【Khuong Niem, you've really been too much today.】 【In front of my parents, you've made everyone lose face.】 【I just said it in anger.】 【Come back here, let's talk clearly.】 【Canceling the engagement is not a joke, don't scare me with this.】 【Khuong Niem, answer the phone.】 Finally he sent a message: 【Do you really think I can't live without you?】 The red light turned on. I stopped at the intersection, looked at that text, and suddenly remembered many years ago. In 11th grade, Tran Van Tu and I quarreled over a math problem. I couldn't figure it out. He explained three times, his tone becoming more and more impatient. My eyes turned red, I put down my pen and said I wouldn't study anymore. He immediately panicked, walked around to my side, and used his uniform sleeve to wipe my tears.

"Nim Niem don't cry, I was wrong. It's okay if you don't go to school, I'll take care of you from now on."

At that time, he was sincere. But what is called sincerity can also be corrupted. It was so degenerate that later, he forgot the reason why he felt sorry for me, only remembering that my crying appearance looked so annoying. When I got home, my parents had just parked the car. Mom leaned on the car door, her face still pale.

“Nien Niem, go home and sleep tonight, don't go back to that wedding house again.”

I nodded. The phone vibrated again. Not Tran Van Tu. It's Luong Kieu. 【Nien Niem, today's fuss is really unsightly.】 【Van Tu was scolded by his father, are you satisfied yet?】 【I know you hate me, but you can't blame all the mistakes on me.】 【He had to come to me to complain, because you really made him too tired.】 I stared at the sentence. In the end, I suddenly saw that she was quite sincere. Luong Kieu is not the traditional evil type. She didn't cry, she didn't pretend to be pitiful, nor did she explain her innocence. She was only very aware of her special position in Tran Van Tu's heart. That's why she dared to pretend to be my friend, sit in the passenger seat of my car, barge into my engagement party, comment on my feelings, and define my fiance. She likes to play the role of peacemaker. But in the mess she made, there were all broken pieces of glass covered in blood. I didn't answer a word and directly blocked both of their numbers. 7 I stayed up all night. The next morning when I woke up, I went to my and Tran Van Tu's newlywed apartment. This house is actually rented. Initially, we planned to stay temporarily for two years after getting married, then save money together to buy a house. But a lot of the furniture in there was bought by me. Curtains, dishes, pillows, blankets, scented wax, ornamental plants. Along with the illusions of a small home that I have cherished for a long time. My parents didn't feel secure, so they came with me to pack things. Nine o'clock in the morning, When we arrived, Tran Van Tu was not home. I focused on cleaning up. In the closet, my things only occupy a small outer corner. Most of the space is occupied by Tran Van Tu's vests and dinner jackets. In the office, my documents are piled up in the corner of the room. On the table is the engagement party plan Luong Kieu brought last night. The cover page reads: "Optimized version of Van Tu & Niem Niem engagement party". Optimization.