We Belong Together

Chapter 2

Viet rubbed his eyes, looked up at his watch, and quickly got up. It's already 19 o'clock. The resistance of a whole digestive system requires him to get up to find a way to negotiate a truth. Last night's out ended at 3 am, and he allowed himself a long nap without caring about the fact that at midday, his stomach mate needed something to nibble on, to keep his energy up. and sleep with him. Yet it's been almost a day since he left it alone, causing his poor friend to scream and protest violently. Viet scratched his head, looked around at his messy house like an owl's nest, then shocked his head, "it's silly to think there's something in this house to put in my stomach" - he thought to himself. Viet got up lazily, went to the bathroom to do personal hygiene, and then hurriedly drove out to the street, somewhere nearby there was an office restaurant, right?

"The life of unmarried single guys, the most important thing is to find a suitable and convenient dusty restaurant". Don't know someone told Viet like that? And never before had he seen that statement as accurate as now.

*** Phan opened the door when the wall clock struck "deck" ten o'clock, and when the two stepped out of the bathroom, the hand of the clock pointed to 11:30. Bathing together is almost a daily "rite" in life that neither of them want to miss. Because after a tiring working day, they take that time to relax and talk to each other about what happened during the day.

Phan entered the bedroom, turned on the light to read a book, and Thao, after drying her hair, took off the towel wrapped around her body and got into the blanket. Both of them share the same habit of preferring to let themselves be "comfortable" when sleeping. Phan opened the novel he was reading, Thao laid her head on Phan's arm, wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him. Sometimes, when Phan reads interesting details, Thao giggles again, and then she falls asleep without knowing when.

Phan reached for the remote to adjust the air conditioner temperature and then turned off the lights to go to sleep, but a second later (or so he thought), the ringing of his phone woke him up. Phan grumbled to sit up, trying gently not to wake Thao up, then went to the living room to turn on the light and pick up the phone. At this time, if you still call, maybe only your golden friend Thai Viet and no one else. Phan picked up the phone, then, without waiting for the other party to speak, he was annoyed:

- Who am I having the pleasure of talking to?

- You know it's me. - Vietnamese accent seems a bit lost. It's also true, if it was Phan, he would have to feel very guilty about waking others up in the middle of the night like that. - I'm sorry, I didn't wake you up, did I?

- No no! Dear friend, NO! It's just now... - Phan paused for a moment to look at the clock - it's just over 1:30 am. Who dares to go to bed so early, especially when that person is his friend.

- I'm sorry, because I have urgent business, you can come to my house right away.

- Come on, dear friend, imagine - Phan said with a slightly high tempo - imagine, on a rainy and windy night, it is very cold. He was sleeping in the warm arms of someone he would happily introduce to his friends as his future wife. And then of course there was a guy "oh my god" some guy woke him up, and made him run like crazy on the way to his house, what would you do?

- First, maybe you have a problem with your vocabulary. When you talk about me, you have to use some kind of cute words. Like "my lovely best friend" or something like that, not "a guy on the go", okay? Second, if it were me, I'd come, you know.

Phan swing his fist into the air, that Viet couldn't see it.

- But I'm not you - Phan almost shouted - so, I'm not going anywhere, "my lovely best friend".

- That's up to you.

Viet hung up the phone and smiling, if there's anything he can be most confident about, it's that he knows Phan so well. In 15 minutes, Phan will be there, I believe.

Phan grumbled and groaned as he walked over to the hanger, he put on a long-sleeved T-shirt and classic blue jeans. When he went back to the living room to get his car keys, Thao was already standing at the door, a thin coat in hand. He forgot, just now when he shouted like that, the dead people also stood up, let alone Thao. He apologized to her apologetic, and Thao told him why she woke up: "You put it on least it be very cold at night, remember to walk carefully, brother".

Happiness is sometimes in the little things.

***

It was only pouring rain, but cold enough to make Phan groan, and by the time he reached the gate of Viet's house, his outer coat was soaked. The Lexus is still parked in front of the house, it seems that Viet doesn't mind putting it in the Garage.

***

Inside, the living room lights were still on. Viet lives alone in his grandfather's four-story mansion, which he rarely steps up to the third floor. He entrusts all the care of the house to his neighbor and maid. Viet "didn't get along well" with his father, so he moved out as soon as he inherited the house along with a 40% stake in the family company from his grandfather. One person, in addition to being a father-in-law, was also a colleague and superior of his father. And then when a new law was introduced, stipulating that incumbent medical officials could not participate in the operation or opening of private clinics, the father was forced to give the position of chief executive officer to his only son. his best. But he still holds the right to decide by 60% of the company's shares. Through the name of his mother, a model of the old generation Vietnamese woman is typical, patient, resign and knows how to worship her husband and take care of her children.

***

Phan walked over to open the door, the two had each other's house keys, as Viet said, for convenience when needed. And when he tried to get through the clutter blocking the way at the door to step inside, he saw Viet sitting there, his face full of worry and confusion. When he saw Phan enter, he saw Viet smiling, but the smile looked so heartbreaking?

- I know that even if the sky falls, I can still count on you, and I'm never mistaken.

- Huh! If the sky fell, he would have been "smooth like a shrimp", then there would be nothing left to believe in. But now, if you don't give me a good reason, to stop me from punching you in the mouth for waking me up in the middle of the night. Then I swear to you I'll make you feel worse than the sky falling.

Viet shrugs slightly, half-smiling like he's_whatever_it's okay, and then walks into the bedroom. When Phan followed inside, he saw a girl lying on the bed, she didn't look too beautiful but good-looking and kind. Her white face was still stained with blood, and she was asleep, or of course, unconscious.

- "She rushed into my car - Viet started, without waiting for Phan to ask - I don't quite understand why, but I guess she committed suicide". Viet said it was "guess" but Phan could read it in his eyes, absolute affirmation. No one would rush into someone else's car in the dead of night just because of carelessness. Especially since this girl doesn't seem to have any mental problems. She even looks very smart.

But before Phan could say anything, the girl woke up with a bewildered face for 2 seconds, by the third second, she was aware of her condition, and cried with her face in her hands. Viet looked at Phan as if to say that he had predicted this would happen, and that was why he had to call you in the middle of the night.

Anyway, a psychologist (even a semi-psychologist like Phan) is still better than a foreign doctor in this case, right? Phan sat down on the bed, the girl was still crying, her shoulders were shaking unceasingly, her hands were covering her face, her posture was painful to the extreme.

The two are silent, the best way is to let the girl continue to cry. But forever Viet couldn't stand it anymore, his biggest weakness (or every man's) was the fear of girls crying. His weak and resign mother often silently cried alone in the night, those tears have haunted Viet's childhood forever.

And so, he was willing to give up everything to silence the sobbing sound in his house. But as soon as he said "hey", she looked up, then suddenly panicked when she saw that her hand was covered in blood from her face. She asked both, jerking her voice:

- Who saved me, huh? Who saved me, no one has my bloodline?

- Ma'am, no one wants to save you - Viet almost shouted, he must have had a lot of restraint to not yell at the girl - That's the guy I have to save myself. Did you know that unintentionally caused a fatal accident can lead up to five years in prison? You want to die? Okie! on the. There are many ways to die, but please don't choose to crash into my car, okay?

Vietnamese always had a stream that could not stop in time to breathe. He examined the girl and knew that she was okay, fortunately he was not fast and reflexively stepped on the brake in time. But now, with the anxiety over and quickly turning into anger, his face was horrible. "Viet looks like a monster guy standing in front of the beauty in "Beauty and the Beast"", Phan thought humorously.

Besides, he still loves life very much, yet has no wife, and has... know nothing?

Phan interrupted, letting go of a joke that he knew was ungainly but necessary to try to "cool down" the room. But perhaps he tried in vain. Because the girl did not show any fear or guilt. She seemed to be afraid of something more obscure. She still repeated her question patiently "no one has my blood on them?"

Perhaps angered all of Viet perhaps's senses, so he didn't pay attention to answer. But Phan was different, he grabbed Viet and pushed him out. Although Viet was bewildered, did not understand what was happening? Viet protested that this was his house, not Phan's, and moreover, it was his bedroom, right? Why is it so absurd? Phan solemnly promised that overnight, he, no, the other girl would return Viet's room. So, please don't scream like that again, if you don't scream, the neighbors will already have enough noise to wake up.

Phan left Viet and his grumblings in the living room and returned to the bedroom. The girl was still sitting on the bed, she looked Phan straight in the eye as he sat across from her on the small armchair. Tears were still streaming down her face, and her forehead was still stained with some blood. Phan starts, no fence needed:

- So, you must have just received your test results? It's positive, I'm guessing right?

- What's up....???

The girl panicked like someone who had just done shady and was discovered. Her eyes went wild, her white teeth were all biting into her trembling lips. Her face began to twitch and her hands clenched tightly, it felt like the nails that were digging into her hands were bleeding...

- I'm an HIV consultant, I figured that out when you denounced yourself by asking if anyone had your blood on it? And now I can confirm, but don't worry, I'm a doctor, and it's my responsibility to keep your secret.

- Are you a doctor? ' exclaim the girl with more concern than surprise.

- What is the matter? Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you, it's a doctor's duty and responsibility.

- I get it, I used to swear the Hippocratic Oath. - The girl sobbed,

- Are you also a doctor?

Pan gasp, he took a closer look at her when he guessed she had HIV. But he couldn't find a point to back up his theory, other complained speculation when she was worried about others getting her blood stained. But she didn't look like a d**g addict, playboy, spoiled brat, or even a p********e.

It may be a bit subjective, but her bright red lips, smooth white skin, smart, determined eyes and always looking straight ahead despite being soaked with tears prove it. What Phan meant was that with her appearance, she looked more like a well-educated public servant and a gentle and kind person than someone he owned to the group of people he called "potential AIDS patients". Then how could she? And more importantly, Phan often trusts his instincts and judgment, even though it is sometimes abstract, and hard to believe. But he believed she was unlike any other sick person he had ever met. Even so, he still felt a little shocked, surprised and surprised when he learned that she was also a doctor. So, what happened to her in the end?