We Belong Together

You asked about that handsome guy with a square face, tall build, and short hair standing on runway 14 of the Bowling field? He is the director of a company specializing in trading in pharmaceuticals and medical equipment, and also includes the largest system of hospitals and private clinics in Hanoi and neighboring provinces. Of course, he's very successful, thank you for your interest. It is not uncommon for a person whose father is a high-ranking official of the health ministry. He has worked tirelessly for more than a decade to build and grow the family business. But what is unusual is that within just three years of being assigned the executive responsibility by his father, he has doubled the company's value. A person achieves early success at the age of 28. However, just looking at his appearance, people would think of a professional bowling player. Take a look at Decker's "genuine" Bowling shoes, power gloves, and Storm balls that are tailored to fit the player's finger size. Those things must have cost him a few thousand dollars, not less. But who cares, Thai Viet is focused on the pitch he's about to make. And then, he swung his arm violently, the ball drawing a perfect curve onto the runway. The throw sent 10 bottles of kegel splattered across the runway and the 21-inch monitor overhead indicated that he had just scored a spectacular Strike. Thai Viet pretended to bow to the audience, receiving warm applause and the almost sound of the beautiful girl sitting behind. She's quite young, probably around 20 or so. She has "twisted" hair dyed blonde, wears low-rise pants and a light pink halter top. It must be said that she is beautiful, gorgeously beautiful and modern, the beauty of young girls who know how to play early is often ironically called "the aristocratic 8x generation". Thai Viet is a regular customer, so familiar that the waitresses can't help but be surprised to see that the girl with him this time is a completely different girl. That seems to be the most typical Vietnamese "habit". Every month, or maybe every week, when he comes here, he goes with a different girl. If there is one thing in common between the girls, it is that all of them are young and beautiful, and all of them fail after a short time. Even the waitresses here even set up a contest where the winner is the one who guesses who will "remain" for longer than a month. Apparently, the award hasn't been given to anyone yet. ° ° ° Thai Viet looked at the clock, maybe Phan is on duty at this time? In Phan's small counseling center, where can I find inpatients to be on duty? This afternoon, he Phan to ask someone on duty to go out with him, but the crazy guy refused, it was so stubborn. "If I were your soldier, you wouldn't be amused when I left duty, would you?" Phan put his hand on the table with his name on the desk to be neat and then sat down in the chair, he straightened and fully put his feet on the table, rocking the chair out of habit. He looked up at the ceiling, happily whistling one of his favorite songs, then pulled out a book from his desk drawer and began to read it intently. Phan has a handsome face that is very scholarly, plus intelligent and decides eyes hidden behind glasses worn on a high nose, and a smile always on his lips that makes him always easy to win the hearts of people. the opposite. Then, when Phan put the book in the desk drawer, stood up and twisted his back to relieve fatigue, it was easy to see that he had a tall and well-proportioned body. Phan still hasn't taken off his Blouse shirt because that's the rule of the job. This is just a health and HIV counseling center affiliated to a hospital of the Hanoi Department of Health. So there are no inpatients and there aren't many emergency cases and so the doctor on duty is quite leisurely. But the duty is still on duty, because that is the duty and regulation. Phan is on duty in the common room, it is quite large, close to the wall are countless files placed carefully on the shelf, each of which is labeled "confidential" and only employees of the center are allowed to take it. down to see. On a row of desks stretched the length of the room, several computers lay dormant and fast asleep. On the wall are some medical pictures of 0.8 x 1m size, drawing surgical diagrams. Signage in case the patient has anaphylaxis, or possible complications. In addition, there are photos that realistically describe the work of people like him with the caption: "When consulting, we are experts. When talking, we are soulmates". Hanging higher and solemnly in the center is a portrait of President Ho Chi Minh. A little lower, just below, is the motto of the medical profession: "Medicine must be like a mother". The right corner is separated into a few small rooms, only about 9, 10m2 wide, carefully soundproofed, inside there is a table and two chairs. That's where consulting doctors like him will sit, listen to patients confide and give them advice. ° ° ° Closing the book and carefully hid the page he had just read, Phan lazily looked down at his watch, it was 22:14, if nothing special, he would have a phone call in about 1 minute. And then, the chirping bell rang again confirming that he was completely justified in smiling such a satisfied smile: - Now, let me guess, the Rats are having a festival without inviting you, and they dance so loudly that you can't sleep? - It's not Thach Thao's voice in the phone, her voice is gentle but full of tenderness. - Or the Goldfish have a water balloon contest, and the sound of the balloon breaking annoys you? - No, he guessed badly. - Because I'm talking to a mysterious girl like you. - Don't cover up like that, I just talked to the neighbor's Spotted Cat. - Ah... - It reminds me that I have forgotten something very important, which I have not told you today. - What thing? - It told me that I forgot to say: I love you. Phan smile, it must have been the happiest smile he had ever had... ° ° ° At the beginning of autumn, the night in Hanoi was a bit cold, especially when it was raining outside. The air has begun to smell like milk flowers at the beginning of the season. Two ancient milk flower trees that he still called "two difficult old sisters" were sleeping quietly outside the window. Sometimes, the wind passing in the dream of "two difficult old sisters" makes the space more fragrant with the smell of milk flowers. Phan went to the window, closed the door, and reached for the air conditioner remote. The autumn night promises to be very cold late into the night, but the hum of the air conditioner assures him that it won't let the temperature drop too low. Rest assured, he lay on the stainless steel bed reserved for the doctor on duty and quickly fell asleep ... ° ° ° At the same time, not far from the hospital, Thai Viet politely opened the door of his 7-seater Lexus for his girlfriend and then sped away, towards Hoan Kiem Lake. At this time, the dance hall "Green Sword Lake" has just begun to bustle. ° ° ° Phan woke up at 6:30 am, outside, the wide Nguyen Chi Thanh street also started to wake up even though it never seemed to sleep. In this city, there are always people driving on the road, rarely resting, making the road at dawn seem very sleepy. Although the ornamental coconut trees have begun to rise a little higher to catch the morning sun, although the flowers are carefully pruned and every few months are pulled up to replace with another flower trying to bloom. produce the most beautiful flowers in its short life. Although here and there began to be noisy with the sound of traffic, the honking of the siren, the sound of the women selling "rice balls and shoes" resounding, the road still seemed to prove its sleepiness with the flow of traffic. convenient and fast communication. Not the grumbling, the exasperated mumbling in the hours of traffic jams every time the road wakes up completely. And like it or not, Phan still has to admit that those sounds make Hanoi feel more lovely and familiar than ever. ° ° ° Phan gave the key to the guard - an old war veteran, with salt-and-pepper hair and a square, kind face. "ng wishes you a good morning, with a smile that I dare swear to be brighter than the toothpaste commercial I watch every night. I also greet him and wish him a good day. then walked to the cafe next to the hospital. ° ° ° In the shop, a waitress with slightly slanted eyes and curly bamboo hair is pouring water into the coffee filter. If she's not mistaken, which she rarely does, Phan will appear at the door in a little while, walk over to the table by the street, and take a sip of Coffee and then feel refreshing. In this area, no one knows his schedule and morning coffee habits like her. ° ° ° Cafe "Hanoi street" is located on the front of Nguyen Chi Thanh street, the road that won the award "the most beautiful street in Vietnam". As if to match the road on which we are located, the shop is decorated quite personality and luxury. Like an urban girl in her twenties, full of vitality but nostalgic, likes to wear sport hats and four-piece tops. "Hanoi street" wears a decorative shirt full of old Hanoi paintings with sloping tiled roofs typical of Bui Xuan Phai's style. The silk lamps are said to be ordered from the famous ancient silk village of Van Phuc, giving off a soft and fuzzy light. Alternating between comfortable armchairs, are rows of Bonsai separating each table, creating a separate space for each table. The floor is carpeted and the path is paved with white pebbles. The space is quite harmoniously combined between modern and classic, airy, spacious, cool and the drinks are not so bad that it quite attracts a lot of customers. In addition, as Phan often jokes with the waitress, customers coming here are really reassured because they believe that they have been guaranteed by a large and reputable hospital located right next door. If there's a problem with their digestion, they can run right there. So, it's true that this shop should promote, even give you free drinking water, right? "I will consider that, when I buy this shop." The waitress smiled and answered him with the most grace she could. And he replied quite seriously that she had an excellent sense of humour. ° ° ° Phan drove home at about 10 o'clock, Thach Thao must be going to school by now. She is a final year student at Foreign Trade University. And the two have been living together for more than a year, even though they have never been married. It's not too big of a deal these days, and Phan still thinks that when she graduates and settles down a few years later, they'll get married. "That's if at that time I was still easily fooled like now Thao often jokes with me like that when we talk about marriage. I hope I'm still an innocent girl until I decided to "throw" my life into your hands, right? ". ° ° ° When Phan entered the kitchen, he was greeted by a carefully placed cage on the dining table. Below are some breads and a bowl of cooled wine sauce. Phan quietly put the two in the microwave, even though he wasn't really hungry, but he would rather try to t*****e his stomach to contract and digest this food than to digest the grumbling himself. Thao's nagging when she found out he didn't eat breakfast. His "young mother" really loves the "art" of taking care of her "husband". And he must admit that thanks to her care, he seems to have the appearance of a doctor who graduated from school 3 years ago. Phan quickly finished "breakfast" at 11 am, and looked around the two-story house they rented. They are impeccably clean and lovely. On the table in the middle of the living room, Thach Thao planted a vase full of Thach Thao flowers, a four-season flower that he liked very much, mixed with fresh and haughty roses. The floor is scrubbed clean, the furniture is neatly and neatly arranged. He couldn't even find a point to get involved in, but he seemed to have a part in cleaning and beautifying them. Phan is really unemployed in his house. With the sports magazine that Thao kept for him on the bedside table, Phan opened it, read it, and fell asleep without knowing it. When he woke up, she was back and was preparing lunch in the kitchen. The scent of the food must have woken him up. Phan went to the kitchen, she was standing with her back to him, her plump body looming in the thin clothes she usually wears at home. He gently approached her, hugging her tightly from behind, his hands slipping inside her shirt and up to her chest. She smiled lightly, letting go of the chopsticks she was holding in her hand and turned around, reaching up to lightly tap his nose, giving him a kiss. Then say as ordered: - Go over there and clean the dishes, I'm almost done. - No, I'm not done with you, Phan smiled mischievously and pulled her into his lap, pushing her towards the table. I'm not done with you yet. - You can't be so bad, so bad. - YES! So you're such a bad guy... The afternoon passed quickly in the sound of rapid breathing... ° ° ° Phan was on duty Friday night, so today and Sunday he was off and he decided to spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out. After all, their last out was over a month ago. He was too busy with his work at the institute and worked as an assistant professor for Professor Ngoc - the head of the biochemistry department at the Medical School. And she was engrossed in her studies and collaborated with a few electronic newspapers. So, arranging to hang out together this weekend, for both of them, is a great endeavor that exceeds all expectations. And Phan doesn't want to miss any precious moment. ° ° ° Hanoi is the most beautiful days of the year. The sun is bright yellow and the wind is blowing gently. Clear blue sky without a single cloud. In the air, the scent of milk flowers had begun, sporadically, a few branches of Diep tried to show off a little bit of yellow on the roads and here and there resounded the voice of selling green rice nuggets from Vong village. ° ° ° Thao tried to explain to Phan that in Hanoi in autumn, in addition to the typical milk flower scent, in addition to the deciduous Bang trees that fill the sidewalks. There are also rows of soft willows draped like beautiful curtains by Truc Bach Lake, and rows of high Na Cu trees on Hoang Dieu Street. The Loc Vung trees bloomed with long branches full of tiny flowers by Hoan Kiem Lake, the kind of flower that children growing up around the lake always inlaid in their memory of the beautiful Loc Vung flower crowns. But for Thao, Hanoi is special to her because of the lakes, this city is small but there are many lakes. And each lake always has its own beauty, its own legend, making it impossible for visitors not to love and remember them forever. However, I especially like Tay Thach Thao lake, saying not because it's beautiful, it's large, spacious or for any other reason, but I like it because it has Han wharf, and wide lotus ponds. next. - Of course we'll go there Phan smiled and ran his hand through her hair but first, remember? Our plan now is to go to the movies. Saturday afternoon's plan was to go to the movies at Megastar, then drop down to the fifth floor, where they burned a ton of money on the video games they both loved. And Saturday ended at dinner at a specialty restaurant that our countrymen had been inviting for a few weeks now. ° ° ° It was 5 pm, Thao thought the weather was ideal for a sunset at Han wharf. And Phan had no reason to refuse Thach Thao's offer, even if it was just a few tearful mumblings. But then Phan quickly became happy because he did not object because the afternoon of the Han wharf was too beautiful. He stopped the car on the side of the road, wrapping his arms around her from behind. The wind blew wildly, bringing Thao's hair gently caressing his tickling cheeks. On this road called "Han wharf", there were a few couples who pulled together to enjoy the feeling of being immersed in a rare nature in the heart of the city. Phan looked at the wide dead-end road separating West Lake and a few smaller lakes filled with lotuses. In the middle of the road, young painters following the Grafity school painted strange and beautiful shapes on the street, even some drawings that Phan dared to swear that it really made an impression. On the left, the waves of West Lake are gently patting the stone embankment. The sunset sun is shining red streaks on the lake surface parallel to the road, forming dancing shimmering colors. The splashes of color are both liberal and disruptive, but delicate, like the drawing of a young artist who randomly throws a pen on his dark blue watercolor chiffon. To the right, among the large lotus canopy, are the tiny young lotus calyx. Prominent in the green of the leaves and the calyx are the remaining light pink lotus flowers at the end of the season that are trying to rise in the wind, emitting their unmistakable characteristic fragrance. Thao stretched her arms, trying to fill her chest with the fresh and fragrant air of a romantic afternoon. And then she cried out in regret when Phan informed her that it was getting dark and they had to say goodbye to Han wharf. The two also have an important appointment with a specialty shop "Eel Nghe An" on Ngoc Khanh Street. For the Eels, it's okay for both of them to be a little late, but for the guy who owns the country house, it's a big problem. How dare he pour boiling water over them, put them on a cutting board, stick their heads in nails and rip their bones out like an eel. Their enthusiastic compatriots from Nghe An, with a body of more than 1.8m tall and nearly 85kg, did not have 1 gram of the so-called "funny".