Chapter 11 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

Liu Que Phan was so angry that his whole body trembled. “You guard against us like you guard against thieves!” I replied: "At least the thief admitted that what he took belonged to someone else." She suddenly raised her hand and pushed a bowl on the table to the ground. The ceramic bowl shattered, rice splashed everywhere. Tran Hao shouted: “Mom!” But Liu Que Phan pointed at me, cried and shouted: "Go away!" “This is my son's house!” Shards of broken porcelain rolled to my feet. I bowed my head and took a look. Then he raised his head and asked Tran Hao: "Do you also think so?" Tran Hao's lips moved but no sound came out. His silence was short. Maybe just a few seconds. But for me, it's long enough. I turned around and went into the bedroom, pulling out my suitcase. Tran Hao chased to the door. “What do you do?” I put the bag of documents inside. “If your mother says this is your house.” “Then I won't bother you anymore tonight.” 12 The sound of the suitcase's zipper echoed extremely loudly in the bedroom. Tran Hao stood at the door, as if he had finally woken up. “Manh Tinh, don't go.” I don't stop. I put a change of clothes, papers, bank cards and laptop in turn. Every time I add something, there's one less tie in my heart. He said: "Mom just said it in anger." I raised my head to look at him. “Why didn't you say it just now?” He opened his mouth. “You haven't had time to react yet.” I laughed. “Every time you don't have time to react.” “When I don't have your rice, I don't have time to react.” “When the money in the joint account was transferred, I didn't have time to react.” “When she came to your company, I didn't have time to react.” “When she told me to go away, I still didn't have time to react.” His face turned pale when I said that. In the living room, Liu Que Phan was still crying. Perhaps hearing that I wanted to leave, her cries grew louder. “Let's go.” "Don't think that without one, others can't survive." I put my skin care products in a small bag and put them in the side compartment of my suitcase. Tran Hao turned around and called out: "Mom, can you say a few less words?" Liu Que Phan immediately cried and felt even more sorry for himself. “Did you yell at mom?” “Who do you do everything for?” “If she wants to go, just let her go and see how many days she stays strong!” I close the suitcase. Tran Hao reached out to hold it. “Don't go tonight.” “Let's talk.” I looked at his hand. “If you want to talk, you must have the attitude to talk.” “It's not like my mother scolded me outside while I had to endure it inside.” He was silent. I continued: "Tomorrow morning, take out the entire account statement." “Every transfer from the joint account to your mother, either there is a bill, or you have to make up for it.” "As for my mother coming to your company, you two have to write a letter of apology." Tran Hao looked at me incredulously. “Apologize in writing?” "Correct." “Send it to me and my company receptionist.” "She came to work and asked about my personal life, which affected my work boundaries." Liu Que Phan rushed from the living room to the bedroom door. “I'm sorry?” “You dream!” I nodded. “Then there's no need to talk anymore.” I pulled my suitcase and went out. Tran Hao stopped me again. “Where are you?” "Hotel." “It's not safe so late.” I looked at him. “Now you know it's not safe?” “But in this house, I don't feel safe either.” There was panic in his eyes. “Manh Tinh, I admit I haven't been handling things well these past few days.” “I'll give you a little time
n.” I asked: “What do you need time for?” “Advise your mother?” “Or advise me to continue to be patient?” He was asked until he was speechless. I walked around him and pushed my suitcase to the door. Liu Que Phan suddenly sat down on the ground, patted his thighs and cried. “The neighbors should all come and see!” "The daughter-in-law wants to force the old man to leave, and also force the son to break up with his mother." Her voice was very loud. Out in the hallway, the sound of a door opening quickly came. I stopped and turned to look at her. Tran Hao was impatient. “Mom, please stand up.” She did not stand. “Mom, don't stand.” “If she wants to leave today, she has to go through her mother.” I looked at her posture sitting on the ground. She blocked half of the exit, but her eyes kept glancing outside. This is not stopping me. It's waiting for the audience. I took the phone and called the building management. “Hello, in front of my house there is someone sitting on the ground preventing me from going out. Please send security guards to help.” Liu Que Phan's cries immediately choked up. Tran Hao's face also changed. “Manh Tinh, do you have to do that?” I said: "When you sat on the ground calling your neighbors, things became like that." In less than a few minutes, the security guard and floor manager arrived. The neighbors' two doors were also open, and someone was looking through the cracks. Seeing that someone was really coming, Liu Que Phan immediately stood up by holding the wall. “I didn't stop her.” I dragged my suitcase to the door. “That's good.” The floor manager asked awkwardly: “Do you need help?” I said: “No need.” Before the elevator door closed, I heard Luu Que Phan scold in a low voice: "You have no conscience." I don't turn around. Hotel near the company. Room is not big but clean. I placed my suitcase against the wall and sat on the edge of the bed. The red mark on the back of my hand has not completely disappeared.