Chapter 30. Days of Fasting
The day after New Year’s Day was nothing.
The following days and the days after that were also nothing because everyone was caught up in the whirlwind of the end of the lunar year; many times Ms. Nga, Ms. Thuy, Ms. Thoa had work to do and stopped by, taking advantage of the time to touch each other, which according to them was…to ease the longing and then quickly leave.
There is only one thing that I still can’t forget; on the afternoon of Tao Quan, I stopped by Huyen’s house with the purpose of… seeing if I could do any business; the gate was open so I drove straight into the yard and saw Trung holding a bag of fish, preparing to release them (there is a small river about 1km from my area so people often go there to release them) and Huyen was preparing to burn votive papers; Trung invited me to go with him and then took advantage of the time on the way home to do some electronics; seeing the opportunity right there, I told him to go release them, I helped Huyen burn the votive papers and then went to the shop to wait.
As soon as my best friend left, I rushed out to close the gate. Ms. Huyen left the offerings, clothes and hats outside on the porch. The two of us closed the door and then jumped on each other, kissing passionately:
– I miss you so much.
Me too.
….
The two of us didn’t go into the room but instead did it in the living room (this room wasn’t equipped with modern furniture like ours, only had a wooden sofa set, TV cabinet…) so we couldn’t lie down; Ms. Huyen took off her pants, unzipped her bra, lifted up her shirt, and I only took off my pants.
After kissing and sucking in a half-standing, half-sitting position, Huyen turned around and clung to the chair… with her butt up; as for me, of course, from behind; just as I started the firework, after a few shots, there was the sound of the chain opening the gate and the sound of Trung shouting at the dog that was jumping up with joy.
Damn it!
I pulled out, hugged my pants and ran straight into the bathroom, Ms. Huyen grabbed her pants and ran into the bedroom.
Trung entered the house and saw no one so he called out loudly…
I put my pants back on, fixed my appearance, took a shower, then walked out; while walking, I held my stomach and grimaced:
– My stomach hurts so much since you went to the toilet twice…
– Oh, where is my grandmother ?
– I don’t know, I told him to let me burn the votive paper for him but his stomach hurt so much that he left it there and went into the toilet.
At this moment, Ms. Huyen opened the bedroom door and walked out. Her face was still… red; her inexperienced friend had no way of knowing…
SO SCARY, SO SCARY.
Then burn votive paper money, go play video games in…regret!
During the time after that until near the end of May 2001, I didn’t have any chance to satisfy my little brother because everyone was caught up in the whirlwind of life and work; I don’t remember clearly what events happened in the first half of that year (because in September 2001, there was the 9/11 terrorist attack, I remember) but it seemed that the economy wasn’t doing well at that time…
Ms. Nga has completed her part-time program and is now receiving a better salary (I wonder if her father took advantage of his meetings to take her to the top while she was away studying?).
Uncle Quang, Ms. Thuy’s husband, has received a decision to work at an agency in the province. He will leave at the end of June. So, from July on, he will come home less often, only on weekends or once every few weeks.
Ms. Thoa would drop by occasionally or I would drop by but we couldn’t do anything because of unexpected things that happened.
Same with Ms. Huyen. After the failed attempt to have sex, she and I were a bit cautious. Trung rarely had shifts, and the on-duty teacher couldn’t proactively arrange the days Trung went to extra classes. But next June, during summer vacation, he would be able to go to the Central region with his father and younger brother; so I had to…wait!
Neighbor Ha, I met her several times outside the gate, we still greeted each other happily, on weekends I still saw her go to the rooftop to water the plants, still helped her with some chores but…never again did she…mistakenly hold my dick.