“What else can I do?,” I answered.
An, my sweetheart, was not surprised when I told him of my decision.
“I see. In our lifetime, we always cherish such an illusion,” he said.
I was offended, but he only smiled.
“I intend that I’ll work for some time, say one or two years. When we’re qualified enough, we’ll get married,” I said.
“Ah, a member of the intelligentsia!,” aunt remarked sarcastically.
“You are showing your scholar’s pride, are you?” She had reason to be bitter, because I had turned down her offer of help – work for a foreign firm with a good salary.
“Not that. I only want …,” I began.