Chapter 2 — Two Houses and One Border

“Are you still planning to sue your family?” I said: "My family wouldn't do this kind of thing." The other end of the line was quiet again. This time, even Duong Khai did not immediately respond. Just as I was about to hang up, my mother suddenly lowered her voice. “Girl, don't make trouble first.” “In my hand, I have a picture of my house.” 03 Photos. I grabbed the phone, my spine immediately tensed. This house of mine is in building twelve, floor seventeen, Nam Loan. The exterior is very normal, the apartment gate is also normal. If you only know that I bought a house, it cannot be accurate enough to have photos. I asked: “What photo?” My mother's voice was guilty. “I haven't looked closely yet.” Duong Khai next to him sneered. “Are you scared?” I didn't pay attention to him. “Mom, tell uncle to send me a photo.” My mother hesitated. “It's so late, let's talk tomorrow.” “Send now.” There was chaos on the phone again. My uncle-in-law scolded me for not being polite. Duong Khai said I have a habit of being startled. Duong The Xuong slammed the table hard. “Duong Hoa, don't let the country do anything to you!” I put the phone away a bit. Wait for them to finish arguing. I said: "It's okay not to send it." "Tomorrow I will report directly to the police, saying someone is following me and taking pictures of my residence." “At that point, the police asked about the origin of the photo, and you explained yourself.” After saying this sentence, the other end of the line was completely quiet. More than ten seconds later, my mother said in a low voice: "Don't call the police." I said: "Then send photos." She said nothing. Very quickly, WeChat rang out a notification. I opened it. The photo is not of the outside of the house. It's the elevator lobby in the basement parking lot of my apartment complex. In the photo, I'm wearing a mask, carrying a bag of vegetables, standing in front of the elevator door. The angle of the shot is from the back and side. The distance is not far. The time was six twenty-three the afternoon before yesterday. I stared at that photo. Stomach feels cold every now and then. Not an information leak broker. It's not the bank that leaked the information. Someone came to the apartment complex. Someone followed me into the underground parking garage. I saved the photo and conveniently took a screenshot. Then ask: "Who took the photo?" My mother did not answer. Duong Khai answered one question. “Why do you care who took the photo, you were there anyway.” I stared at that text. He was in too much of a hurry. So hasty that it seems like I'm bragging. I type. “Have you arrived in the provincial capital?” The opponent displays entering. Then stop again. Enter again. In the end, only answer in three words. “Don't make excuses.” In my heart I already had the answer. I did not continue to press questions. Dogs pulling at the same hedge will bite in chaos. What I need is evidence. I backed up the last call recording to the cloud, then sent the photo to the apartment housekeeper. “At 6:23 the other afternoon, in the elevator lobby of the basement parking lot, someone secretly took a photo of me.” "Would you mind helping me extract the camera? I'll come over tomorrow morning to register." The management quickly responded: "Hello homeowner, this requires the owner to bring identification to the management center to apply." I replied: “Okay.” After sending, I sent a message to the Nam Loan apartment sales consultant. The consultant's last name is Wei and is usually very polite. I asked: "Who else can see my house purchase information besides your internal company?" He answered immediately. "Ms. Duong, this is the customer's privacy, we will not disclose it to the public." I sent the photo over. “So how did this person know I was here?” The other side was silent for a few minutes. Then call. I don't listen. I told him to text. Very quickly, he replied: "Miss Duong, don't rush, tomorrow I will help you check the schedule to see the house." I looked at the four words "schedule to see the house". My heart feels heavier. If it's just the area manager taking sneaky photos, the home seller won't mention the schedule to come see it. It's very possible that someone used my name to view the house to look up my information. I put down the phone and went to the window. The lights of the car downstairs passed by each one. This house is where I want to live in peace. But after only three months, someone was approaching the door. The phone rang again. Still my mother. I answered the phone. This time, there was no such noise in the house. She looked like she had escaped. “Daughter, don't be so stubborn with me.” I said: “So mom, tell me

, who gave the photo to him? She was silent. I said, “Mom, I know.” Her voice was tense. “I don't know.” “I know.” She suddenly cried. “Mom, there's no other way.” I do not console. Before, when she cried, I panicked. She said the house was in trouble, so I immediately transferred money. She said that my eldest uncle's family laughed at my family for not having a son, so I risked my life to prove that a daughter is also useful. But I've proven for so many years, and in the end I'm still an outsider. I said: "Mom, there's no other way, so give them my address?" Her crying stopped in an instant. I closed my eyes. Indeed. She said: “I didn't give the address.” “So what did you give me?” "I'm just telling you, you might have more money these days." “What else?” "He said he wanted to introduce the subject to you, and told me to ask about your new place of residence." I tightened my grip on the phone. “Mom, did you ask?” She did not speak. I laugh. “Mom asked Manh Dao?”