Chapter 7 — Realizing It's Too Late

"Tonight it was true that I was wrong, but I didn't know how serious it was. Can you give me a chance to fix it? I took the watch and pin back, and I also openly admitted your identity." “My recognition of you as my wife is not a reward.” The car door closed, blocking his reaching hand. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs vehicle leaves the hotel. I don't turn around. The next morning, after changing shifts from unexpected duty, I walked out and saw Ha Canh Chau waiting in front of the office building. In his hand he carried a thermos box, his suit was wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. "You didn't respond to messages all night. I cooked tomato noodles for you." “I don't eat.” “Still angry?” “I will have someone send you the divorce agreement.” He blocked my way: "You can't sentence me to death just because of one thing. Just because I don't understand your work, doesn't mean I don't love you." “It's not just one thing.” "I threw that watch away. The pin was also cleaned. Everything you didn't like, I took care of." “What I don't like is not an object.” His hand holding the thermos box slowly dropped. Three years ago, he also waited for me outside this building. At that time, he didn't know the unit I worked at, only knew I worked overtime, so he just stood at the end of the street and waited until dawn. Now he finally knows where I came from, but can no longer wait for the me from before. Director Chu came out from inside and gave an investigation notice to Ha Canh Chau. "The translation error last night was related to official foreign affairs activities. Your company needs to coordinate and explain. Translator Khuong hid his position because of confidentiality requirements, which does not constitute an act of deception against you." Ha Canh Chau looked at the signature below, then looked at me: "You worked for eight years?" “Eight years.” "We've known each other for six years, been married for four. Haven't you ever told me?" “I never asked.” His lips lost all color of blood. The phone rings. Ha's father urged him to return to the company to handle the investigation. Sam Man Thanh also kept calling, but he turned off all calls and brought the thermos box in front of me. "The noodles are about to bloom, you should eat a bite first. I'll finish everything and then come home and wait for you tonight." “I won't come back.” “It's our home.” “It's also the place where I allow Sam Man Thanh to come in and out at will.” He grabbed my sleeve: "She has never spent the night in the house." “How do you know what I asked about overnight?” Ha Canh Chau's hands were stiff. I pulled back my sleeve and walked into the office building. From behind, there was the sound of a thermos box falling to the ground. He didn't chase after him, just stood away from the door and called out: "Thu Y." This time, I didn't stop. 6 “I have packed all your things.” When I returned to that apartment, Ha Canh Chau was sitting in the living room. At the foot are three suitcases. On the dining table were six savory dishes and one soup, all of which were my favorites. He doesn't know how to cook, so he probably hired a maid. “It's not that I want to chase you away.” He stood up to take my coat, but I avoided him. "I was afraid that you would be tired when you came back to look for things, so I helped you arrange them in advance. Clothes on the left, documents on the right. Check to see if anything is missing." This time it seemed he did it right. Didn't force me to stay, didn't use the Ha family to pressure me, and didn't use money to compensate. Even my old notebooks, he arranged by year. The passport is placed on top. I squatted to check my luggage: "Thank you." These two words made panic appear in his eyes. "There's no need to be so polite between us. You should eat first, then after eating we'll talk about divorce." “There's nothing to say.”