“William, there’s an urgent project at the institute. I have to go back. You go ahead, I’ll meet you at the airport as soon as I’m done.”
But I waited from daylight until night and Veronica never showed up. Instead, Yohan updated his social media.
In the photo, his hand was intertwined with a woman’s and the woman’s wrist was tied with the red string I had gotten for her.
The photo with the caption: [My beloved accepted my confession. Eight years of deep affection have finally culminated in marriage.]
I liked the post. Just then, Veronica called me, but I didn’t answer.
It got dark and a light rain began to fall outside. I suddenly felt a little tired and wanted to go back to my old home.
My father opened the door for me. Seeing me, he didn’t say anything, only poured me a bowl of hot soup.
When I had almost finished the bowl, he suddenly said, “Once a woman’s heart changes,you can’t keep her again.”
My hand holding the bowl froze.
“Just like your mother, she fell in love with Uncle Simon back then.”
“No matter how much I said, or how much I tried to win her back, she still ran off with another man without hesitation.”
I fell silent, remembering my childhood stories with Veronica.