Chapter 7 — That Tich Is No Longer Waiting For You

Perhaps he finally knew that the so-called dignity of the Co family was no longer valuable from that day on. In the end, Tong Thi Am still signed the divorce application. The day the deliberation time ended, she and Co Lam finished the procedure. After Co Lam got the divorce papers, the first thing she did was come to my house. He stood at the door, his voice careful: "Di Tran, now I am no longer a married man." I'm packing my luggage. My parents plan to go somewhere else to live for a while, and I'll go with them. Actually, I'm not running away, I just don't want to continue living my life waiting downstairs and asking security to move things. Co Lam saw the suitcase, her expression changed: "You want to go?" "Go out for a while." "I can wait for you to come home." I zipped the suitcase: "But I'm no longer the one waiting for you." He seemed to be broken by this sentence, tears finally falling. This is the first time I saw Co Lam cry. Before, he was always steady and gentle, like he could handle anything well. But he couldn't handle the fact that my heart was dead. He said: "I really know it's wrong." I nodded: "I know." There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. I continued: "But knowing you're wrong doesn't mean you can start over." Later, Tong Thi Am once sent me a text message. "Miss Khuong, sorry." I didn't reply. She sent another sentence. "I can't win over my ex-lover, nor can I win over you. I just want to know if he once steadfastly chose me. Now I know, he doesn't choose anyone well." I finished reading and deleted the dialogue box. Her pain is real, her calculations are also real. But all that shouldn't cost me. The day he left, Co Lam still came downstairs. He didn't stop the car, just stood on the side of the road looking at me. My father put his luggage in the trunk of the car, my mother sat in the car waiting for me. Co Lam took two steps closer, her voice very light: "Di Tran, later when I go to That Tich, can you still send me a message?" I said: “Don't send anymore.” His throat moved: "Is there no chance left?" I looked at him. Three years ago, I really wanted to marry him. Half a year ago, I was still waiting for him to give me an answer. On That Tich day, I finally waited. It's just that the answer is not what I want. I said: "Co Lam, I don't need a title that can be borrowed by others, nor do I need a lover to force me to line up." When the car door closed, he stood in place without moving. After that, every year that he went to That Tich, Co Lam would go to that restaurant and book the same room. I heard he didn't order much, just sat for a while. The screen would no longer light up, and there would no longer be anyone in the room to play that voice message for him. But he always remembered his own voice. "Khuong Di Tran, on That Tich day, I will give you a status that no one can take away." That sentence, in the end, he still could not do. As for me, I will never turn back again. A long time later, I saw the same ring in a glass cabinet abroad. I just calmly looked at it. Then buy yourself a pinky ring with a simpler but unique design. I no longer need to use other people's promises to define myself. It was I who gave myself completeness.