PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

SEASON 2 Part 7's. Hanoi 5's

Don't believe any more words that come out of his mouth. Fuck is still a bastard!

Decided not to serve the immortal Don Juan.

It was dark that me and the other two people lit a bonfire, the air was cold enough that Nguyen and I talked to each other quietly, Nguyen told me about his little family. He's a good father, full of attention to his family. And have a happy little family.

"Sandra."

"What do you want again, Mr. Russell? You want to eat again, there's food on that wooden table." I looked at him indifferently. After focusing on her laptop for a few hours, maybe she decided it was time to bother me again.

"What are you talking about?"

"Our ordinary lives. Nothing special. Nguyen was just telling us his daughter..."

"Master, do you have any children."

"No." As expected, for a playboy like he's an unimportant kid.

"Having the kid is so entertaining actually." She smiled at Nguyen's words, how she wanted to have children, a commitment she couldn't possibly make.

"Yes, definitely." Oliver's just trying to get a diplomatic and safe answer.

I'm so daydreaming, if you're ready to have a kid it's good. Not like I was left in an orphanage. But from street children I can meet good friends, go to different countries, not fall deeper into difficult lives, only armed with high school education, is not that bad.

"You don't want a family, sir? You're a rich man... Why don't you go find a beautiful wife." Nguyen was curious.

"Even if you have a wife, you can't hang out with pretty women." I immediately snatched Nguyen's question while laughing.

"Ohh ..right too." Nguyen laughed with my words, while Oliver looked at me as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Sorry Mr. Russell, it's not about you, it's about Elon Musk, who doesn't want to get married despite having two children with the same person." I grimaced widely at him. He's among those I'm talking about, of course.

"Ohh yes you're right Miss, she has a child, has a relationship with her child's mother, but also has a boyfriend, I read the news, but she has a 2x child with the same woman, she has a 2x child, but they're not married, it seems traditional relationships don't apply in their world."

"Hmm his wealth is much, if he is married he shares his property with his wife, he does not want to be bound by marriage documents. Understandably, such a person must have a mind of his own."

Oliver didn't respond to us, he knew he was my subject, that's how I looked at him for now. But I don't care, I don't mention it blatantly. After these four days, we will have no relationship.

"Miss, it seems the developed world has a mind of its own."

"Ohh right, women in Hong Kong are also many who do not want to get married, we have a few men, sometimes they are more incompetent than us, hong Kong women are often accused of gold digger because most set high prices. So even though there are more women than men, it does not mean that Hong Kong men are easy to get women." I smiled at Nguyen.

"We're here if the fortune-teller says we're a good match we'll most likely get married." Nguyen laughed about herself. He told me how their parents had originally betrothed him to his wife, he liked her from the first meeting, then he asked his parents for permission, which he had to go through with some first meetings with his family, the point in Vietnamese tradition is that you have to please her parents before you can take her daughter out and through a large family arrangement, which must be seen as a match for them by fortune tellers they are finally married.

"Ehmmm that looks good."

"Every country has its own uniqueness I guess Miss. There is a term 'pakipot' for the women here, so that kind of idiom of the woman must make herself difficult to get, the woman here must hide her feelings, even though she likes the man, she said, rarely do women express their feelings here, that's why men have to get it through their parents, then their parents pass it on to their children." Nguyen.

I smiled hearing it.

Oliver was silent to hear us.

"Why Mr Oliver, do you want to be betrothed to a Vietnamese girl? Tell Nguyen to get it for you." I was kidding with him. He's just smiling.

"Whenever they can be loyal to each other, it's a good thing to be. And be happy like Nguyen." He's talking about loyalty, he doesn't have any loyal tendencies.

"I used to sleep Miss Sandra, Mr. Russell, we don't usually sleep too late."

Nguyen went into the tent, I was alone with Oliver, the other group only knew Vietnamese so I couldn't talk to them. It's only 10 o'clock, I'm not used to sleeping so fast.

The stars were strewn over my head, rarely could I see the stars so clearly. The pollution of big cities makes the stars in the sky invisible to humans.

"These stars are so clear, I imagine that the resort will be so beautiful here... I'll save up and stay here."

"Hmm.if so we'll make a terrace to stare at the stars for you." I laughed, that sounds good.

"Teras staring at the stars... That's a good name. Let me know when it's over." I looked at this handsome man, there was a sad expression on him hearing Nguyen's story, maybe as a man he also had that dream, having a family.

I don't know if I don't want to guess, it's none of my business.

"Why don't you want to get married, are there really a lot of incompetent men?" He suddenly asked.

"I, I told you I just wasn't lucky."

"You don't have someone you love?"

"Hmm. there's. But I'm just a supporting character next to him, he's never seen me, we're friends, he's very good, his career is brilliant, maybe even in some part of my life he's protective of me."

"It seems like a perfect person." I'm laughing a little.

"Nobody is perfect Mr. Russell, every human being has his good and dark side at once. You know why I can say don't bring your past in front of me, because the person I like is just like you, he looks like a bastard, an untouchable cold playboy, but if you know him from the other side, he's a good man, a loyal friend, and helps people without expecting anything in return."

"And you adore him so much... Why don't you just say it."

"I'm just his friend, I'm not like the woman in his eyes I might be his brother instead, not the type of brawler who can kick people like me, you know the type of woman... well, like you date a lot."

"Hmm. I see, what a pity."

"No I don't need to be pitied, he's been so kind to me. I'd rather get it as a friend. It's eternal, love, what love is just a momentary feeling." He quietly lay on the tarp on the grass, looking at the stars above us.

"It's amazing, imagine you're sleeping with a sky full of stars up there, it's kind of scary, what if there's lightning and rain, but being able to stare at stars like those in the planetarium is amazing,..." Then suddenly there was a shooting star, the first time I saw a shooting star in my life.

"You see, there's a shooting star! First time I saw a shooting star." I woke up hoping I'd see her again, it felt great to see her.

"I pray back here and see the star terrace as you say, you must make it Mr. Russell. You have to make it." Now that I threatened the five-star hotel architect, he laughed at me.

"Please promise me you'll make it, for my wish to the shooting star."