Chapter 22 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

“Manh Tinh, you can apologize.” “I will write a letter of apology to your company.” “I will also pay the money.” I asked: “What about 12,000?” He said: "Moving today." I looked at Liu Guifen. She immediately turned away. “The cash is in my pocket.” "Cash is best returned by bank transfer to save the documents," police said. Liu Que Phan gritted his teeth and did not speak. After leaving the police station, Tran Hao followed behind. “Manh Tinh.” I stopped. “What else?” There was fatigue and panic in his eyes. “I really know it's wrong.” “I didn't sleep all night last night.” “Can I not sue?” I looked at him. “Do you know if I slept well last night?” He was stunned. “I'm staying at a hotel, I'm afraid you'll find out the room number.” "I'm going to work, I'm afraid your mother will block me at the company." "I'm eating, I'm afraid you two will say I'm being rude." "I took the papers, I'm afraid you two will hide them." "When I look back at two years of marriage, I realize that the person who is the hardest to guard against is lying next to the pillow." His lips are white. “I will change.” I shook my head. “It's not just one time you didn't do well.” “But every time I choose to let others make you feel sorry for yourself.” Liu Que Phan stood next to him and couldn't hear anymore. “You're just right.” “He already admitted his mistake, what else do you want?” I turned my head to look at her. “I want a divorce.” She was stunned. Tran Hao was also stunned. I said very calmly. “Not to scare you two.” “Not a condition for negotiation.” “It's a decision.” Tran Hao took a step forward. “I don't agree.” “Then the proceedings.” “The house, the loan, the joint accounts, the anonymous complaints, the access history, the keeping of documents, all are handled according to the procedure.” Finally, fear appeared in his eyes. Liu Que Phan laughed coldly again. “Do you think the court will listen to everything you say?” I said, “I don't want anyone to listen to all of my words.” “I just want to let the evidence speak.” That afternoon, 12,000 was transferred back to the joint account. The note is very clear: “Refund of general amount.” In the afternoon, Tran Hao wrote a letter of apology at the company's request. Liu Guifen refused to write. Until Director Han announces that if she refuses to apologize, the company will handle the act of disrupting office order and reserves the right to prosecute. She just let Tran Hao write a copy instead. I do not accept alternate versions. I only answered one question: "Whoever comes to the company must sign his name." At eight o'clock in the evening, Tran Hao sent a photo of an apology letter signed by Liu Que Phan. The handwriting is crooked, each stroke seems to be filled with resentment. Below is also a sentence: "In the future, do not continue to come to Manh Tinh's workplace to inquire or spread private information not related to work." I save the photo. No reply. A few days later, the official petition was filed. Tran Hao called me. This time there was no anger in his voice, only fatigue. “Do we have to go to this step?” I said: “Yes.” He was silent for a long time. “If it weren't for your mother, would we be like this?” I looked at the documents on the table. “Tran Hao, until now you are still separating yourself from everything.” "When she was short on rice, I told you not to compare." “When she took the money, he himself said that the couple did not need to calculate clearly.” “When she came to the company to cause trouble, I sent an anonymous letter myself.” “My mother just opened the door.” “You are truly rude
When you step out, it's me." There is no sound on the other end of the line. After I hung up the phone, it started to rain outside the window. Raindrops tapped on the glass with loud sounds. Doesn't sound like crying. It's like ending rotten days. 21 Before the first trial, Tran Hao proposed mediation. The mediation room is very small. A long table, with people sitting on both sides. I sat next to lawyer Tuong. Tran Hao sat opposite. Liu Guifen also came. Initially, she did not have the right to participate in the mediation between husband and wife, but she still insisted on following them to the door. The staff told family members not to interrupt casually, so she sat down on the bench outside, her face gloomy like it was about to rain. Tran Hao is a little thinner than the last time we met. In his hand he held a stack of documents. When he saw me, his lips moved. “Manh Tinh.” I nodded. No extra words. The mediator asked: "Is it still possible for the two sides to reconcile and continue to live together?" Tran Hao immediately looked at me. “I want to reconcile.” I said: “No more.” As soon as the two words ended, his eyes darkened. The mediator continued to ask: “What is the main conflict?” Tran Hao said in a low voice: "The problem of family harmony." I pushed the document over. “It's not a matter of harmony.” “But the long-term anti-social behavior, transferring money in a joint account, harassing the workplace, spreading untrue information and forging access cards to enter the office area.” The mediator looked at the documents and frowned even more. Tran Hao's hands were placed under the table, his knuckles were white. “I already apologized.” I said, “Sorry can't erase what happened.” “But it can be used as evidence to prove that you are willing to take responsibility.” He smiled bitterly.