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I sat with a beer after finishing my tasks, and called Yen. “Your mother is here – well, not here, but in Hanoi; she stayed in the room next to mine in the same hotel, and we had breakfast together. Why didn’t you tell me she was coming Yen – it was quite a surprise!” “Oh, Daddy, I wanted to know what would happen when you saw her; but I didn’t expect you would meet in the same hotel! How was it?” “Well, rather difficult; but I must say: she looks so much slimmer than last time I saw her 3 years ago!” “Yes, she is beautiful right? I know how you felt about her, Steve, and I don’t expect you – not you, because I do know you – to be able to ignore her or forget her. I trust you and I love you, whatever happens, ok? How is Ping, have you seen her?” ”Yen, I only got back a few hours ago, and no I haven’t seen her, but I should call her – her washing is here and it is dry!” “Does she have sexy underwear on display for you, Daddy? I bet she does!” “Yen, why do you do this to me – set me up, try your hardest to tempt me, put me in every situation where I am powerless, or so twisted around your little finger, and those you have selected…I really get confused, Yen!” “Oh, Steve, you are doing fine; all the girls tell me so. I love you - I am just taking care of you. Bye” She was gone, off the phone and leaving porniks.com me none the wiser at all. Five minutes later Ping phoned “I’ll pick you up for dinner in thirty minutes, ok Anh? Yen just asked me to make sure you ate some food.” She hung up on me, and I just rolled my eyes – at myself – and gave up: how could I compete against such pre-destined moves stacked against me. I showered and put on casual clothes, thinking we would go around the corner close by. Ping arrived, parked her bike inside the courtyard, and asked if I was ready; I closed up, and we did just walk down the road, but to another restaurant. It was nice, outside as I liked, and very country atmosphere – as I like also. “Good choice” I said to Ping as we were seated. She smiled “Tinh told me you like ‘country-style’, so I hope this is good. She also agreed with me how cute it is when you roll your eyes – just like you are doing now!” Indeed I had, “Ping, don’t I have any secrets or confidences at all?” “Well…no, Anh, we are all connected. Let’s order.” The waitress hovering appeared to be almost a sister of Ha, from the restaurant in Hanoi – but surely not - my eyes see relatives or associations in everybody these days, I told myself. She brought my beer and water for Ping, and took down the dishes Ping ordered. Ping said “Yen tells me you met her mother in Hanoi; what’s she like, Anh?” “I could tell you what she was like when we met and when we were married, Ping; but what’s she like now: I don’t know, except that in the 3 years since I last saw her, she has certainly slimmed down and is, yes, very beautiful: again. She also appears quite wealthy” I added with a slight smile, thinking she had done perhaps better than me from our marriage in terms of monetary riches – but I don’t regret a moment of my past life, nor do I begrudge Ha her striving for a better life for herself and Yen. We ate when the food arrived, but I wasn’t really hungry; “Are you ok, Anh?” Ping asked with some concern. I nodded and put a spoonful of rice into my mouth as an answer. I sat back after picking up my beer “It’s not easy meeting an ex-wife - and you are so young, Ping, you couldn’t know such feelings; memories of being together come easily when it was someone you have loved, and I did love her, very much. And now there is Yen, grown up, and I love her differently to the daughter she was in our past.
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