August 10th – Thursday – 6pm ┌─────────────────────────────┐│││
│Dear Kasumi: │
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Although we have been separated for so many years, I miss you all the time, my little darling, my little love, when can we ││ see each other again? │
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I still have the photos of us together, and I’ll never forget the fun we had. On Friday, the 11th of this month, please make sure you meet me at the usual place, the Colombo Coffee House, at 10:00 a.m.? I’ll be waiting for you! │
│Love you forever
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└─────────────────────────────┘Whoops! No wonder my wife has been restless since she came back from her mother’s house, so she received this letter! Luckily, if I hadn’t looked for the stamp and found it in her purse, I’m afraid I’d still be in the dark!
This Hung, can’t it be that he’s my wife’s first love? He’s coming back from studying in England? What does he want with her? Why didn’t my wife tell me? It looks like I have to think of a way to get to the bottom of this.
Think! Think! Think! …I’m in deep thought… Hmmm ～～～～～ there it is!
“Xiaohou! It’s time to eat!” The wife was shouting through the bedroom door.
“Good! Coming!” With a start, I hurriedly stuffed the letter back into my purse and headed out to the living room.
“Xiaoxia! I’m going to the south tomorrow to look at two or three factories, and I probably won’t be back until noon on Saturday, so do you think you should stay at your mom’s for a while?”
“Oh? That’s good! Let’s eat first!” My wife replied with what seemed to be so much joy on her face.
This night without words, I fell asleep, the next day until almost eight o’clock before waking up, after a rush to tidy up after the door, my wife also sent me to the elevator door, said: “Nothing early back yo!”
“Yes! Yes!” (I thought to myself, “I’ll be back very, very early…”) I drove out of the basement, turned the corner, stopped at the intersection, and dialed the president, “Oh, hey! Fuck you! (I’ve always greeted you in Chinese and Japanese, and you’re very happy about it.) Mr. President, it’s me, Hou! Today…”
Three words of vacation time (that’s right! I wasn’t even going south today!) ), followed by waiting in the car left and right.
Finally, at almost 9:30, my wife appeared in front of the building, dressed quite brightly, with a spaghetti strap goose-yellow blouse, a big red skirt, and a pair of red high-heeled sandals, which set off her skin to a snow-white, snow-white color, and with her breasts held high, she stood at the curb to stop a taxi.
Not long after that, the taxi stopped right in front of the Colombo Coffee House. It’s a good thing we didn’t change the location, or else there would have been so many cars on the road this early in the morning that we would have lost them.
I parked the car in the side of a small hotel Hongxi Hotel (also so coincidentally, just because I had been drinking with friends, and the relationship of the hotel’s interior craftsmen met once, otherwise, even the car has no place to park it!) Afterwards, I quietly took advantage of my wife did not notice, find a seat with their backs to me, and close to the seat.
It took me a while to stop the car and talk to the hotel manager, so I didn’t hear what they were talking about at the beginning, but only when I sat down did I overhear them.
Hon: Seriously, it’s only been a few years, you’ve gotten prettier and hotter.
Kasumi: I hate it! Don’t be serious, I’m really married.
Hon: Really? That’s why you’ve grown so beautifully, and you’ve grown so much… I think it must be… Xia: I hate it! If you keep talking nonsense, I’m leaving! What is it that you want to see me about?
Hong: All right! Okay, okay! Can’t you give me a compliment for being pretty? Women! Do you remember when you invited Mei-Ling to go to Hualien with the three of us, and you gave me your first time, and Mei-Ling wasn’t happy about it, and then when we played together, we took pictures in the room?
Kasumi: I hate it! You still say? Who knows if it’s a ploy on your part, saying that you’ll help the two of you get together, but in the end you’ve joined forces to bully me!
(Shit! My wife wasn’t really a virgin when she married me.)
Hung: Mei Ling may be divorced, but she still has those photos? Recently she sent them to my house, with a letter attached, as if she wanted to get back together with me… But I think there’s some kind of threat, and I’m afraid that if she doesn’t get what she wants, she’ll use the negatives to develop some more, and then send them out everywhere. I’m afraid that if it’s true, and if it comes out, it’ll affect you, so I wanted to discuss it with you first.
Kasumi: Huh? Mei-Ling isn’t like that, is she? I haven’t talked to her in a long time. Where’s the letter? I’d like to see it. Maybe you misunderstood her?
I don’t have the letter and the photo with me, but since I don’t have any relatives in the north, I’m staying at a hotel these days, so I put them in the hotel along with my luggage, so if you don’t believe me, let’s go there together and take a look later on.
“Mrs. Hou! You’re here too? What a coincidence!” Suddenly there was a sharp voice.
I heard a voice, turned my head, and holy shit! Where did this bitch come from? Luckily I don’t know her, it’s probably my wife who knows her from the market or something. But I was caught like a thief, my heart was pounding, I was back to back with them, separated by a row of potted plants, it shouldn’t be so easy to be discovered, but I still need to be careful, so as not to make everyone look bad.
“Mrs. Yu? Hello! How are you? What a coincidence…” Probably because it was inconvenient to talk with someone they knew, they chatted for a few minutes, and then my wife said she had to run some errands, and checked out with that Hong guy, and of course, I followed them out, too.
There really is such a coincidence under the sky, they walked into Hong Hei Hotel one after the other, no wonder Hong Chai picked this coffee house? It’s conveniently close by!
Shit. I can’t be listening in broad daylight! I can’t climb out the window in broad daylight to listen in, can I? Besides, this house is seven or eight stories high! That housekeeper paid her 5,000 dollars to let me go in the mezzanine and watch the room from behind the dresser mirror.
“Mr. Hou, you mustn’t tell anyone… We have this kind of mezzanine because we are afraid that our customers will make a mess… In the past, when a customer wanted to jump off a building, I saved her…” the interior craftsman explained even after he had received the money.
“Shhh! I know! I helped your boss import these double-sided mirrors from Japan in the first place, so if you don’t have anything to do, why don’t you let me look at it by myself?” I was lying to the inner craftsman that I had a peeping tom fetish, and counted on recognizing it, otherwise only members (mutual peeping club) of this hotel could use the mezzanine.
My wife sat quietly in front of the dresser looking at the letter like a gentle kitten, sometimes frowning, sometimes looking up at the mirror in deep thought. I couldn’t see the contents of the letter, but I had a feeling that something was about to happen…
(to be continued)