Chapter 12 — I Was Evicted From Home In The Middle Of The Night, I Rebuilt A Home For My Children

Answered in a low voice:

“No comments.”

"So after determining that the transfer transaction is invalid, you won't continue to appeal, right?"

"That's right."

“No more appeals.”

From start to finish. The target of his appeal was never the house. It's Niem Niem. But the judge quickly reviewed all the documents that To Mang prepared. Photos of Niem Niem's daily activities. Attendance sheet in kindergarten. My daily pick-up and drop-off schedule. Employment confirmation and quality assessment letter signed by the supermarket owner. The judge also specifically looked at another set of documents. That is Niem Niem's painting. To Mang selected twelve pictures that she drew during the past half year. Carefully organized in a transparent folder. In every picture there is a mother. All have sun. But there is no father. After watching the last picture. The judge closed the file. The voice rang out clearly in the courtroom.

“This case has complete grounds and evidence.”

“Uphold the first instance verdict.”

The red seal is stamped. It's all over. When walking out of court. Han Thanh was still standing in the hallway. Lawyer Truong has left. He was the only one leaning against the wall. Saw me passing by. He called: I stopped. To Mang stood next to him, not speaking.

“I accept the sentence.”

“I will transfer pension money to Niem Niem on time.”

“Remember to move next month.”

“Don't make me remind you.”

Han Thanh nodded. Silence for a moment.

“Can you meet Niem Niem once a month?”

I looked at him. Five years ago. When he proposed to me. He also has that look. But it's completely different. That day there was still light in his eyes. Now only fatigue remains.

“The law stipulates your visitation rights.”

“I won't stop you.”

“But when I came to see Niem Niem.”

“Don't bring Trieu Tieu Man along.”

"Don't bring Vuong Tu Lan along."

“One more thing.”

“Don't ever say bad things about me in front of her.”

“I won't.”

I looked at him. Gently shook his head.

“I won't do it again.”

“I believe that.”

I turned around and left. To Mang followed behind. When you get to the parking lot. She asked me:

“Are you okay?”

“Real or fake?”

I sat in the car. Install seat belt.

“I plan to sell the house next month.”

“After the sale is complete, I will pay you first.”

“The rest...”

“Don't rush.”

To Mang interrupted.

“Just take your time.”

“Can't slow down anymore.”

I looked out the window. Smiling softly.

“I've been living in that cramped room for nearly three months.”

“Nien Niem has had enough.”

“It's time…”

“She should have her own room.”

The same day the house was put up for sale, a broker called. It is an apartment located in the city center. Good study area. Nice location. Square layout. Although the cool gray interior style reflects Han Thanh's aesthetic taste, it does not affect the selling price. The appraisal price is 1,600,000 yuan. Listed price is 1,550,000 yuan. In just three days. Seven groups of guests came to see the house. The first group of guests was a young couple. The wife is pregnant. I stood in the living room, listening to them discuss which room would be the baby's room. That time I took Niem Niem home to pack her things. I just discovered that the things Trieu Tieu Man left behind are still scattered everywhere. Sofa pillows are available renewed. In the kitchen there is a brand new set of dishes. In the bedroom wardrobe there are also some maternity clothes hanging. The guest living room has been converted into a children's room. Pink wallpaper. White baby cot. And a teddy bear in its original unopened box. Niem Niem stood in front of the room door and looked for a while.

“Whose room is this?”

“Someone else's.”

I patted her head.

“Let's get my things and leave.”

I entered Niem Niem's former room. Found the box of colored pencils. Some comic books. With a stuffed bunny. Niem Niem hugged the rabbit in her arms. Press your face into it and smell deeply. Then happily said:

“Rabbit Rabbit still smells old.”

“Let's bring it home.”

I finished cleaning up. Niem Niem's belongings. My. Gathered together, it only fits two luggage bags. Five years of marriage. Things that can be taken away. In the end, that's all there is to it. When leaving the house. I met Vuong Tu Lan. She was standing downstairs. Seeing me carrying my luggage out.

“Are you here to pick up your things?”

“I came to clean the house.”

“The house is already for sale.”

Vuong Tu Lan's expression immediately changed.

“You... are you planning to sell the house?”

“The court gave you the house for you to live in!”

“My home.”

I calmly replied.

“I sell my house.”

“That's the Han family's house!”

“The name written on the verdict is To Van.”

“If you want, I can show you.”

Vuong Tu Lan's lips trembled. Can't say anything. Next to me. Niem Niem hugged the stuffed rabbit tightly in her arms. Then softly called: Vuong Tu Lan bowed his head to look at her.

“Nem Niem…”

“Can you stop arguing with mom?”

A four year old child. Say something like that again. Vuong Tu Lan's face stiffened for a moment.