De plans to sell the house – Huyen and De talk about their future together.

De plans to sell the house – Huyen and De talk about their future together.

The early morning sun filtered softly through 
the trees, casting long shadows across the quiet courtyard. Due still clung to the wooden 
steps where Huin stood barefoot, her hair loosely tied. They haven’t borne any fruit. There was 
a brief pause as her eyes lingered on the empty garden bed, her thoughts drifting. I wonder if to 
manage to borrow a motorbike, she added softly, then let the silence resume its place. From deeper 
inside the house, a familiar voice called out, “Hey, I’m here to said, his voice a little groggy, 
like someone’s still getting used to the rhythm of home after being away too long. I’m just out here 
picking loofah,” Quinn replied, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “But the vines, 
they didn’t bear any fruit, either. You’ve been gone a few months. I didn’t have time to care 
for them.” There was a pause before she added, “You’re heading out this morning, right?” “Yeah,” 
to responded. “I’m going to meet her. I want to settle things quickly and cleanly.” Quinn stood 
upright, hands brushing off dust from her knees. Her voice was steady, but her gaze faltered for 
just a second. “When you go, please speak gently,” she said. “Don’t get angry. After all, she’s still 
your wife on paper, and she still owns this land.” “I know.” D replied from inside. Don’t worry 
about me. I’ll be fine. It’s a long road. I’ll leave a bit early outside. The breeze picked 
up lightly. Quinn turned toward the house. So, you couldn’t borrow a motorbike? She asked. No 
bike available right now. Just said. I’ll just catch a motorbike taxi or a passenger van. When 
took a breath. Something in her voice changed. The quiet edge of vulnerability. She probably already 
knows about us. There was no reply for a second then to said when I talked to her. I’ll be careful 
with my words. Before anything else could be said, a small sleepy voice called out from inside the 
house. Mommy. Uncle Du. Quinn turned back smiling softly. She’s awake. Why are you lying there 
yelling for mommy? Quinn teased warmly. Maya sat up, rubbing her eyes. I slept really well. 
Quinn ran her fingers through the child’s hair, beginning to tie it. Good girls. When they wake 
up, they brush their teeth and wash their face. Okay. She tied the ribbon tight. Today, you’re 
coming to help mommy at Ms. Nam’s noodle shop. I’ll buy you a bowl of noodles there. Maya 
grinned. But you have to behave. Uncle Du has something important to take care of today. 
Just stepped into view, quietly, watching the two of them from the doorway. Be careful on the 
road. All right, don’t worry. Quinn replied, adjusting Mia’s shirt. I know what I’m doing, he 
nodded. Then I’d better get going. It’s a long road, she added, voice low. You should leave 
early. They stepped outside together. Maya, let’s go brush your teeth so we can get going, 
Quinn said, holding her daughter’s hand. Okay, Mia chirped. She led her to the water basin 
in the yard. Brush here, sweetie,” Quinn said, handing her a cup of water. The soft splashing 
of water filled the silence for a moment. Quinn’s thoughts drifted again, though she kept them 
to herself this time. Later, as the two of them stepped out onto the dirt path toward town, 
Quinn kept glancing back at the house. Her heart was steady, but her mind ran in quiet circles. 
What if they couldn’t settle things today? What if that woman came back? The house was still in 
her name. If she returned and saw us living here, “What then?” A horse grazed quietly near the edge 
of the road. Ma slowed down, pointing. “Mommy, what animal is that?” “That’s a horse,” Hwinn 
said with a smile. “Why do horses eat grass?” “Because they’re herbivores,” Quinn explained. 
“Their stomachs are made to digest plants, especially grass and soft stem leaves.” Oh,” 
Maya said thoughtfully, eyes fixed on the animal. Sitting quietly on the back of a motorbike taxi, 
he watched familiar trees blur past. Old houses aged by time, and people beginning their day just 
like any other. But today wasn’t ordinary for him. He had come to end something that had once been 
sacred, a marriage that had long since unraveled. As they neared the entrance to the village, he 
tapped the driver on the shoulder. I’ll get off here, said, and could you come back in about 
30 minutes? The driver nodded. Sure thing. I’ll wait down, th stood just as he had left it years 
ago, quiet, unchanged, still holding the memories that time hadn’t erased. He stepped through the 
gate, the crunch of gravel underfoot, alerting the woman inside. “Duh,” his former mother-in-law 
said, surprised as she appeared in the doorway. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home? He 
bowed slightly, lowering his voice. I’m sorry, Mom. It was sudden, taking a seat on the old 
bamboo bench by the wall. I’ll call him, she said. Moments later, an older man stepped out, his 
expression unreadable at first. Dear, the woman said gently to his back visiting. Who is it? He 
asked as he stepped closer. It’s me, Dad, the said respectfully. How have you been? The older man 
blinked, then offered a nod. I’m doing fine, son. Have you been well? The asked again, uncertain 
how much warmth remained between them. Yes, the father replied. And you? I’ve been working 
hard. I’m doing okay. He poured a cup of water from the thermos on the table and handed it to Da. 
Thank you, said quietly. There was a pause. Why haven’t you visited us in so long? The man asked. 
the lowered his gaze. I’m truly sorry. Work has been busy in the distance. It’s not easy, but you 
both know why I stopped coming around. Twe left. It didn’t feel right anymore. The mother-in-law 
nodded, her voice tinged with remorse. Still, you were always like a son to us. His eyes flickered. 
Sometimes I come back, not to dwell on the past, just to bring you some joy. You both treated 
me kindly, always. The old man placed a hand gently on his shoulder. If there’s an issue, we’ll 
deal with it. But I apologize on Twee’s behalf. You were a good man, duh. Hardworking. She didn’t 
know how to cherish you. She chased after money, left everything behind. I don’t blame her, to said 
softly. People have different paths. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, but I’ve come today to settle 
things. I need to meet her. I want to finalize the divorce. There was a silence that settled 
like dust in an old house. I need freedom, he said. And I want her to be free, too. The mother 
looked up. She actually came home a few days ago, but she’s gone again. The nodded. I figured you 
two should have settled this long ago, the father said. You’re still young. You deserve a fresh 
start. I’m a man, too, he added. I understand what she did must have hurt. The offered a 
tired smile. I’ve already found someone who really understands me. I want to build something 
real this time. That’s why I need to close this chapter. His former mother-in-law got up and went 
inside, returning with a piece of paper. She left this. Said, “If you ever came, I should give you 
her number.” They took it gently. “Thank you.” Far away in town, Quinn was working at a noodle 
stall with Maya. The air was thick with steam and the sound of chopsticks clinking. Quinn scrubbed 
a pile of bowls, her sleeves wet and her hands red from the soap. Maya stood nearby, carefully wiping 
tables. “You’re such a helpful little one,” the shop owner said warmly. “Want a bowl of noodles as 
a reward?” Mia beamed. “Thank you.” Quinn smiled from behind the sink. “She’s been really good 
today.” Meanwhile, the stepped outside the house and dialed the number. A woman’s voice picked 
up. “Hello, it’s me, D.” He said, “I came back to find you, but you weren’t there.” There was a 
short silence on the line. “I saw your letter,” he continued. “I want to settle this properly.” 
Twee’s voice came through. Calm and almost distant. I know you’ve been seeing someone, so I 
won’t make it difficult for you anymore. I’ll give you your freedom if we divide the property. That’s 
the only way I’ll sign the papers. I understand. D replied. Then please come back soon so we 
can settle everything. I still have some work to finish, she said. I can’t return just yet. You 
can start preparing to sell the house. All right, Dread. But please don’t delay this anymore. I’ll 
come back when I can, she said. Once I’m done, the hung up and walked back inside. She came 
by recently. The mother asked. Yes. She left me a letter. She probably wants her share. The 
mother said flatly. Yes. To admit it. She agreed to the divorce only if we divide the property. 
That woman, she muttered. Left years ago and now wants the house to look down. Honestly, the house 
doesn’t matter to me anymore. What I need now is closure. I want to marry the one I’ve chosen. The 
mother exhaled deeply. She comes and goes as she pleases. What can we do? You’ve done nothing 
wrong. The saidnone of this is your fault. His voice softened further. our fate. It broke long 
ago. I’ve accepted it. The sun had already begun to lower behind the trees. I should get going, the 
said. It’s getting late. Stay and eat with us, the father offered. Thank you. But the motorbike taxi 
is waiting outside. I have to head back. There are things I need to take care of. You’ve always been 
like family to us, his mother-in-law said. That hasn’t changed. The smiled sadly. No matter what 
happens between me and Twi, you’ll always be my family. He bowed his head slightly. With your 
permission, I’ll go now outside. As he climbed onto the waiting motorbike, the old couple stood 
at the door, watching him leave. The father turned to his wife. “Such a kind man,” he murmured. 
But our daughter never knew how to cherish him. The afternoon sun had begun its slow descent, 
casting long shadows across the village paths. Dust swirled softly at every footstep as Huinn and 
Maya walked home side by side, their clothes still faintly smelling of dish soap and broth. A tired 
but content smile tugged at the corners of Hwinn’s lips. It had been a busy day. Bowls piled high, 
tables constantly needing wiping, but the kind of work that left her feeling useful. Maya skipped 
a little ahead, then slowed again to stay close. Mommy,” she chirped. “Today was fun. I helped 
wipe every table.” “You did,” Quinn replied, brushing sweat from her forehead. “And you did it 
so well.” The shop owner was proud of you. “She gave me noodles, too,” Maya added with delight. 
“Free lunch for the hardest little worker,” Quinn teased, squeezing her daughter’s hand. They 
approached the house just as the sky began to glow orange. The scent of food drifted toward 
them, savory and warm. “Uncle the must be home,” Maya said, sniffing the air. “He’s cooking.” A 
pan of braced pork, caramelized and glistening, and a bowl of Malibar spinach soup, green and 
inviting. He heard the front door creek open. “You’re home early,”Winn said as she stepped 
inside. Quinn shook her head. “Not too bad. Washing dishes is easier than harvesting.” But 
the shop was crowded today. They asked me to come again next Sunday. The nodded. That’s a good sign. 
Maya chimed in. Mouth full. Uncle Duh. I want to open a faux restaurant for mommy to be the boss. 
He smiled at her affectionately. I know, sweetie. I’ll work hard so we can make that happen. Quinn 
paused for a moment, then looked across the table. Her voice softened. Did you see her? To set his 
chopsticks down gently. No, she wasn’t home. I talked to her on the phone. She said she wants the 
divorce, but only if we divide the property. Quinn listened quietly, eyes lowered. I agreed, added. I 
just want this over with. She’s still working far away and won’t be back for at least a month. 
There was a heavy silence between them. This house still legally belongs to her, to continued. 
I thought it through. Tomorrow, are we going back to the other house tomorrow? Yes, we are,” Quinn 
answered. “You said you liked it there, right?” Maya nodded excitedly. “Yes, there’s a big tree 
and so many butterflies.” A small wolf came from beneath the table. “Be their loyal little dog with 
his back legs slightly curled, wagged his tail.” “You’ve been quiet today, B.” Quinn said gently, 
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you some rice soon.” They leaned back slightly, glancing at the room. Their 
room. their moment. For all the complications, for all the uncertainty, this felt like peace. He 
picked up his bowl again. “As long as I’m healthy, I’ll cook for you and Maya everyday. And I’ll keep 
coming home to you,” Quinn whispered. “The evening settled around them, slow and gentle, wrapping 
their small family in warmth. They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. But tonight, they had 
each other and a quiet plan for something better. The morning light crept through thin and meals 
that stitched them together like family. But it was time to go. “Ready, sweetie?” she asked, 
turning to Maya,” the girl nodded, hugging BB gently before scooping him into her arms. They 
walked slowly, deleting the way. The road back to Hwinn’s old home was uneven, scattered with 
small stones and weeds that had grown wild after too many seasons left untended. Maya skipped a few 
steps ahead. Her excitement buzzing just beneath her breath. But Hinn’s steps were slower, not 
heavy, just careful, like someone returning to a memory rather than a place. When they reached the 
gate, it creaked, tired, but still standing. The house looked smaller than they remembered. To open 
the wooden door, the smell of old bamboo mold, and long-forgotten corners met them first. Dust 
shimmerred in the sunbeams that filtered through the cracks in the thatched roof. The kitchen 
walls were still darkened from old smoke. A few spiderw webs danced gently in the corners. 
Well, Quinn exhaled. She’s still here. She just needs some love, the said, setting his bag down. 
Without wasting time, he rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He cleared the porch, hammered loose 
planks back into place, and propped up the bamboo beams in the kitchen. Quinn swept out the fallen 
leaves and chased out a small lizard hiding behind a clay pot. Maya, ever curious, ran room to room, 
occasionally announcing, “This will be my spot, or let’s plant flowers over here.” They worked 
through the morning and into the afternoon. By late day, the sun cast golden light across the 
floor. And though the house still needed time, it no longer felt abandoned. It felt possible. That 
evening, Hwinn cracked two eggs into a small pot. She added spinach from the garden out back and 
a few cloves of garlic to stood at the doorway, wiping sweat from his brow, watching her with 
a calm that only came from building something with your own hands. They didn’t speak much as 
they ate, but the silence between them was full, not empty. After dinner, as Maya curled up next 
to BB on a straw mat, Quinn walked outside. The wind carried the scent of wet leaves and 
something else, the fragile smell of change. She stood still for a moment, then turned to 
Dua, who was sitting under the edge of the roof, sharpening a knife against a stone. “Did you tell 
her?” she asked. He looked up. No, he said, “Not yet.” A pause. She thinks we moved just because of 
the house. Gwyn didn’t reply. And in the stillness that followed, there was a quiet unease. Not 
loud, not dramatic, just enough to make the night feel a little too quiet. Somewhere in the 
darkness, a distant sound echoed. Footsteps, a dog, the wind. It was hard to tell. And will 
peace stay when the past begins to knock again? Welcome back. Uh, sorry. Byebye.

De plans to sell the house – Huyen and De talk about their future together.

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