Chapter 6

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Can's POV

After I said my thanks and good bye to P'Wan and Good, I approached Tin, my mouth dry with anxiety and nervousness. Why was I feeling guilty? I had not done anything wrong. Let's see what he has to say to me.

"Hi, Tin," I said, moving close to give him a kiss on his cheek.

He moved away.

"Did you even bother to check your phone if you had any missed calls or text messages?" he asked in a very cold voice.

Shit, I had totally forgotten about that.

I took out my phone from my pocket.

He grabbed my phone from me.

"Don't even bother to check now," he said coldly, "it's too late for you to check, isn't it?"

He handed my phone back to me, and then said, "The reason I am here is to meet with your parents to let them know that I am calling off our engagement."

"Whhaaattt??? Tin! You've got to be kidding me!"

I looked at his face. He was dead serious.

"Are you not going to let me in so that I can talk to your parents?" he asked, his face looking more hostile than when I first met him when he was telling Pete not to mingle with us Thai Program students.

"I will let you talk to my parents," I said, "but first, you must tell me what brought about your change of mind. I think I deserve to know, at least, so that I can defend myself in case you are thinking something bad about me."

"How about you enlighten me as to why I would be thinking something bad about you," he countered.

Shit, he wasn't going to make it easy for me. Tin is a very complicated guy. Most of the time it's hard for me to know what he is thinking and sometimes it causes problems in our interaction. I started to wonder whether it was a good idea to marry him. After all, as my mother had said during the time of his proposal, it felt too soon. It felt like he and I did not give ourselves enough time to think things through.

"If it's about my not checking my phone for your calls and text messages, it's because I could not hear the ringing nor the notification sounds above the noise of the fair activities," I tried to explain.

"That's not even the issue," he said, "although that's an offshoot of the main issue."

"What issue are you talking about, Tin???"  I had not even noticed that I had raised my voice because I was starting to get upset.

"Okay," he said, "since you don't seem willing to come clean about today's activities of yours, let me tell you. I went to the university fair grounds because I had gotten worried about not hearing from you. I went to our university only to be told that there was no fundraising fair going on there. You had not told me that the fair was being held at your girlfriend's university......."

"Fuck you!" I interrupted him, "don't you accuse me of cheating on you! I didn't think that it mattered where the fair was going to be held so I didn't tell you. If I had known that you were going to stalk me, I would have told you where it was being held."

"That's still not the issue, Cantaloupe," he said, shaking his head. I just hated it whenever he addressed me as Cantaloupe because I knew that he did it just to annoy me.

"Why don't you tell me already what the issue is instead of beating around the bush!!!" I was now yelling at the top of my voice.

I heard the glass doors of the upper veranda being opened and saw my sister Lay stepping out and leaning over the railing. Shit, my loud voice had attracted her attention. I hoped fervently that it had not attracted my parents' attention as well.

"I saw you inside the ferris wheel coach. Your girlfriend was clinging to you and you were hugging her tightly."

His voice cracked. I hated to hear that because that meant that his feelings had been badly hurt and he must have hated it too because I know that he is a very proud person and hated any display of emotions.

He turned away and limped towards his car.

"Good bye, Can," he said almost in a whisper, "I will let my parents be the one to talk to yours about the cancellation of our engagement."

He left without giving me a chance to explain my side of the issue.

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