Hoài Ca’s Hope, Hùng’s Promise, and Tony’s Future What’s Next #lyhoaica

Hoài Ca’s Hope, Hùng’s Promise, and Tony’s Future What’s Next #lyhoaica

Junk once promised Joaika, “I’ll take you back home to Tony, to a place where you can live in peace, where he’ll grow up surrounded by the warmth of a family.” Joaika held that promise deep in her heart. Not only because it was the only ray of hope in the midst of dark days, but because she believed in Hung, the man who, without a second thought, reached out to her when no one else would. But time passed. Hun buried himself in work on unfinished projects, in debts he couldn’t yet pay off. And Joaika began to worry. She wondered silently, “Does he still remember what he promised me? Or were they just pretty words that the wind has already carried away? The first rays of the sun caressed the watermelon fields where Joaika, with her back bent and her soul steadfast, picked the ripe fruits one by one. Her face, half covered by a worn straw hat , revealed the sweat that ran down her forehead and soaked her humble blouse. Her hands, marked by the earth and effort, spoke of entire days struggling to survive. More than once, Mrs. Bey warned her, “Daughter, a woman shouldn’t walk around in the fields all day. No one will want to marry you like that. “Better come and help out around the house.” But Joaika just smiled, not responding because no one knew why she stuck with this hard job. It was simple, she needed money to feed Tony, to save something in case they returned, to not feel like another burden in a home that already had enough with its own poverty. In that instant, as she carefully chose the best watermelon, the noise of a motorcycle broke the silence. A familiar silhouette crossed the dirt road briefly. It was only a second, but her heart stopped. That motorcycle, that body, was Juns. She looked up, searching through the dust rising behind the bamboo. But there was nothing there anymore, only the echo of her memories floating in the air. She remembered the day she met Hung. Tony was just a baby and she was a dry leaf blown by the wind. He appeared, without big words, without empty promises. He was just there. He gave her a plate of food, a roof, a job. He gave her human warmth after so much cold. And when Tony called him dad for the first time with that tender, little voice Awkward, Joaika’s eyes filled with tears. Jung hugged him and said, “Dad is here, he’ll always be with you.” They had dinner together, laughed, and dreamed until the dream broke. Hung’s mother, who never accepted that relationship, orchestrated an accident that nearly cost Joaika her life. She survived, but her soul was wounded. She had to leave with Tony to the countryside, to Mrs. Bay’s house. An old but safe roof, a corner where she could hide from fear. Still, Hung didn’t disappear. He fought for them. He called, sent money, promised to return. I just need to sort everything out, pay off the debts, finish my projects, then I’ll bring them home. I promise you, we’ll live in peace like we dreamed of. But more than 30 days have passed, and all that comes in are short messages, hurried calls. Soon he says, “Almost there. Meanwhile, reality weighs more than promises. The debts don’t stop.” His mother continues to resist. Son waits each day with his heart between earth and sky, waiting for something that may never come. He places the watermelon in the basket and sighs. He doesn’t blame Hung. He knows he’s trapped too. But at night, when Tony sleeps cuddled to his chest, a question haunts his mind. Will he ever keep his promise? The sound of the motorcycle might have been him, or maybe not. But in that instant, Joaik remembered something that still sustains her faith. Small, fragile, but alive. And that’s enough to keep going. Keep reaping the fruits, keep raising their son, keep waiting. Because one day, perhaps Hunk will arrive, not in messages, not in words, but in person. He will hug her and Tony and say in a firm, warm voice, “We’re home now.” The motorcycle stopped in front of a small, tiled house at the end of a dusty alley. Hunk got off, his heart pounding. It had been over a month since he last saw Joaik and Tony. Every day for him was a battle between work, debts, and a nostalgia that wouldn’t let him sleep. The wooden gate, already faded by the sun and time, brought back a familiar, almost familiar feeling. He gently pushed it open and entered the courtyard. The scent of dry straw, The wind that smelled of the countryside, the distant smoke from a wood-burning stove. It all struck his soul with a mixture of affection and sadness. Outside the house, Mrs. Bale was washing some vegetables. Seeing his figure, she frowned, but upon recognition, her face lit up with a warm smile. Hung, my God, it’s been a long time, son. Hung bowed his head respectfully, his voice trembling but full of emotion. Good afternoon, Mrs. B. I came back to see Juaika and Tony. She put down the vegetable basket, wiped her hands on her apron, and answered naturally. The little girl left for the fields early. She’s picking watermelons to sell at the market this afternoon, and the little boy is at school. He had a math test today. He’d been studying all night. Poor thing. Hung nodded, his gaze clouding for a moment. He looked around . Everything was the same. Silent, simple, and deeply familiar. So I’m bothering her if I stay a while. I’d like to wait for her. I need to talk to her. Of course, son. Please sit down. I’ve already prepared some ginger tea. It’ll do you good. The lady served him the tea, and Junk sat down in an old wicker chair under the shade of the eaves. The steam from the tea rose in thin, warm threads, as if the hearth itself wanted to comfort him. After a while, she also sat down opposite him, looked at him tenderly, and asked in a low voice, “How are you, son? Are you better? I heard from your mother that the debts. She’s been through a lot.” Jung was slow to answer, lowered his gaze, then nodded slowly. “A little better, lady. I’ve already resolved the heaviest debts. I’ve gotten out of some projects. I’m trying to lighten the way.” She nodded with relief. “That makes me happy. I worried so much about you. Especially after that. What happened to Joaika was terrible.” Jun’s eyes watered. He clenched his fists tightly . I never imagined my own mother would be capable of something like this. I’ll never forgive her. But I’m not here to blame someone. I’m here to make amends. I want to be with Joaika and Tony. The lady looked at him. In her eyes, she saw something that doesn’t come easily these days. Honesty. I know, son. I knew it from the beginning. She doesn’t blame you either, but every night she cries silently. And Tony, every time he talks about you, his little eyes light up. Hunk took a deep breath. He looked toward the dirt road that led to the watermelon fields. I’ll come back for them this time, I really will. I just need a few more days. I won’t make them wait any longer. I’ve come back to keep my promise. He turned to Mrs. Bey and bowed deeply. Thank you, ma’am. Thank you for taking care of them when no one else would. I just ask that you let them stay for a few more days. When I’m done with everything, I’ll take them home, and this time I’ll give them the life they deserve. The lady placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. His voice was as warm as a summer afternoon. “Calm down, son. No one here abandons their family. They ‘ll be fine with me. Just promise me this time you’ll keep your promise.” Hunk nodded. His eyes shone not with sadness, but with firmness. And then silence. All that could be heard was the wind playing through the leaves and, in the distance, the laughter of children leaving school. The sun was already beginning to set over the horizon, tinting the dirt yard in front of Mrs. Be’s house with golden, melancholic tones. In the distance, Joaica’s silhouette loomed over the dirt road. Her conical hat covered her face, but her gait was slow, weighed down by the fatigue of a full day spent among the watermelons. When she reached the entrance, she stopped under the eaves. Someone was waiting for her. It was Jung. She wasn’t surprised. Not entirely. Something inside her had sensed it from the motorcycle that passed by that morning, that knot in her chest that wouldn’t let go all day. And yet, seeing him there made her heart clench between excitement and caution. Hun stood up as soon as he saw her. His expression filled with concern as he noticed the exhaustion on her face. He walked quickly toward her. “Are you okay? You haven’t overexerted yourself. Why didn’t you rest a little before returning?” She just nodded slightly and put the basket on the ground. She took off her hat, wiped the sweat from her forehead , and looked at him. There was no coldness in her eyes, but there was a distance, an invisible barrier. “I’m fine.” Just a little tired, that’s all. Her reply was brief, but her voice betrayed a quiet sadness. Hun sensed it. He knew she’d lost some faith in him, and he was right. The repeated promises and prolonged silences had eroded trust. He took a breath and said in a firm voice, “I know you’ve endured a lot and that you no longer believe my words as much as you used to, but this time I’m here to tell you with certainty. Almost everything is resolved. I just need a few more days. All I ask is that you stay with Tony and Mrs. Be a little longer.” He lowered his head in humility. “I swear. This time I won’t make you wait any longer. I will come back for you to build the life we always dreamed of.” Joaika didn’t respond immediately. She looked toward the garden where some wildflowers swayed in the wind. A dense silence enveloped the moment as if everything awaited her decision. She finally sighed. Her voice was soft, but laden with truth. “I no longer expect anything grand. I just want a quiet place for Tony and someone who will have the courage to stay until the end. If you really intend to keep your promise, I will wait for you. Just a few more days.” Hun’s eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. As long as she still gave him that small chance, he would not give up. They both They sat down by the porch. The ginger tea on the table had already cooled, but the air between them was less tense. They talked about Tony, how he could now recite poems, how he folded his own laundry, and how he told Mrs. Bey that when we live in our new house, I’m going to help Mom cook. Small things, but full of tenderness. Before leaving, Hung turned to her. He looked at her deeply. “I’ll be back soon, and this time it won’t be just a visit.” She didn’t reply, just nodded. She watched him walk away along the dirt road, her heart somewhere between warm and heavy. From the doorway, Mrs. Bey had seen everything. She approached silently and handed her a damp towel. “Wipe your face, child. Poor thing. Sometimes love hurts, doesn’t it? But hopefully this time he’ll keep his word.” Juaika accepted the handkerchief and forced a smile. ” I hope so, ma’am, but I no longer allow myself to believe blindly. Words are beautiful, but only actions make someone stay.” Mrs. B nodded slowly, looking at the horizon. You’re right. Hung is good, but he’s caught between too many things. Keep your head clear, but don’t completely extinguish hope. When someone truly changes, they deserve one last chance. Joaika hugged herself. The evening wind caressed her skin. Something inside her trembled, not as strong as before, but still alive. A delicate, fragile, but real faith. She looked toward the house, the place where Tony would soon return from school, where Mrs. Be cooked dinner every night. And now the place where a promise still waits to be kept. And in that moment, it wasn’t just Joaika who was waiting; those watching from the other side of the screen were too. Because we all know, promising is easy, keeping is another story. Will Hungle really come home, or will it be just another promise to the wind? Find out in the next chapter. Hùng đứng đó nhìn theo bóng lưng của cô đồ trong lòng anh chống rỗng. Căn nhà này nơi anh thì chứng kiến bác nhện đẹp nơi anh đã trải qua bao tháng ngày khó khăn cùng hoài ca và tươ nhi. Giờ đây đã không còn lòng của anh nhưng cảm xúc đơn độn tràn ngập trong lòng. Anh cảm thấy mình như một người thất bại. Anh quay lại bước vào trong tâm trạng chịu. Nhưng giờ đây mọi thứ đã khác không còn là những ngày tháng yên bình nữa. Cùng ngặng ngã thu xếp đồ đạt của mình đổ vào chiếc vali nhỏ. Anh cảm thấy một bước đi của mình như nặng sữa hơn bao giờ hết. Căn nhà anh từng gọi là mà không còn chỗ cho anh anh không biết sẽ đi đâu sẽ làm gì biết mình không thể mãi ở đây không thể nhà cướp mà không làm gì anh phải đi phải tìm cách để cứu phải ca và đi về con đường chước hồn và tất khi bước ra ngoài anh bước cần lại nhìn lại ngôi nhà cuối bức tường mỗi một nhỏ đều mai những đức không thể xóa nhà nhưng bây giờ phải đối mặt với thực tế tạo bỏ lại tất cả những gì biết strong cuộc sống của M.

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Hoài Ca’s Hope, Hùng’s Promise, and Tony’s Future What’s Next
Hey everyone! I’m Review Ly Hoai Ca a single mom sharing my journey of solo living and raising my son. Thanks to the support of so many amazing people, my son and I have started building a new life right in the heart of the wilderness.

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