Chapter 7 — I Was Evicted From Home In The Middle Of The Night, I Rebuilt A Home For My Children

Eighth day since assets were frozen. Han Thanh returned. He didn't notify me. Don't come look for me and Niem Niem. It was To Mang who told me.

“Han Thanh just got off the plane yesterday.”

“The first thing he did was go to court to ask about the situation.”

“The court asked him to contact a representative lawyer.”

“He hired a lawyer named Phuong.”

“I know that person.”

“My old rival.”

“What if he comes looking for me?”

“Everything goes through lawyers.”

“I don't need to see him.”

But in the end. He still comes. The next morning. After taking Niem Niem to kindergarten, I took the tram to the supermarket. Just arrived at the gate. I saw Han Thanh. He's gotten a little thinner. Wear a shirt. The sleeves are rolled up twice. In his hand he held a paper bag. Probably a gift bought for Niem Niem.

“Let's talk.”

I locked the tram. Never stopped walking.

“Through a lawyer.”

“A lawyer is a lawyer's business.”

“I just want to say a few words to you.”

“Through a lawyer.”

I walked around him and was about to go into the supermarket. He immediately stepped forward to block the way.

“Do I have to do it to this extent?”

“Even causing the court to freeze assets?”

“That house is only temporary…”

“Temporarily?”

I laughed.

“He told his mother to kick me and my daughter out of the house at two o'clock in the morning.”

“Tell me you and another woman are about to have a son.”

“Then tell me it's temporary?”

Han Thanh's face changed.

“What your mother did was not right.”

“But I can't…”

“Han Thanh.”

“What you have done yourself is clear in your heart.”

“Forty-seven recordings have all been submitted to the court.”

“Do you need me to open each paragraph to help you remember?”

His face immediately darkened.

"What you secretly recorded may not be accepted as evidence."

“You should ask your lawyer about that.”

“Don't ask me.”

He looked at me for a long time. Then suddenly said:

“I have changed.”

“You changed first.”

I pushed open the supermarket door and entered. The boss is arranging goods on the shelves. Seeing me enter, he tilted his chin toward the door.

“Is that person looking for you?”

"Unfamiliar."

He did not ask further. I sat down behind the counter. Open the phone. Send a message to To Mang.

“Han Thanh came to the supermarket to stop me.”

“What did he say?”

“Want to talk privately.”

“I refused.”

“Don't have any private communication with him.”

“Everything is resolved according to the law.”

Afternoon. When I came to pick up Niem Niem. Something happened in front of the school gate. Vuong Tu Lan stood there. Next to him is Trieu Tieu Man. Trieu Tieu Man also brought along a balloon seller. Five or six colorful helium balloons. Children passing by after school all gathered curiously to watch. Niem Niem just walked out of the gate. See balloons. His eyes immediately lit up. Vuong Tu Lan squatted down. Block in front of her.

“Nem Niem.”

“Grandma bought me balloons.”

“Come on, call Aunt Trieu.”

Niem Niem stopped. Look at Vuong Tu Lan. Look at Trieu Tieu Man again. Then turned around to look for me. I stepped forward. Pull the baby behind you.

“Vuong Tu Lan.”

“Why do you go to kindergarten every day?”

“How about I visit my niece?”

“Can you stop it?”

“When you kicked her out of the house at two in the morning, did you know she was still sleeping?”

“You said it yourself that the Han family doesn't need a granddaughter.”

“Now run again come to accept myself?”

There were quite a few parents around looking over. Vuong Tu Lan's face immediately became unsightly. Trieu Tieu Man softly interjected:

“Don't argue in front of children.”

“The influence is not good.”

"That's right."

I looked straight at her.

“Not a good influence.”

“So don't show up at my daughter's kindergarten in the future.”

Trieu Tieu Man gently stroked her belly. Say nothing. That move was intentionally made to make me see. I squatted down. Hold Niem Niem's hand.

“Nem Niem.”

“Do you want balloons?”

She looked at the colorful balls. Then looked at me again. After a moment, he shook his head.

“Mom is not happy.”

“I don't need it anymore.”

She is only four years old. Only four years old. But he knew how to look at my face to make a choice. I stood up. Carry your child onto the tram. Prepare to leave. Behind, Vuong Tu Lan still refused to give up.

“You stopped Niem Niem from accepting her grandmother!”

“Your heart is truly cruel!”

I don't turn around. Niem Niem lies on my back. Ask in a low voice:

“Why is grandma so angry?”

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. Softly replied:

“There are adult things.”

“You will understand when you grow up.”

“Then you will grow up quickly.”

I bit my lip. Quietly pedal forward. All the way. Don't say another word.