That Saturday, I went to town by bicycle. I had just received An’s letter asking me to come to his place immediately to discuss our affair and come to a decision soon. I was in two minds. To go to him or wait for something new. It was in the middle of the rainy season, but the weather was fine that day. The blue sky forecast a beautiful night. I reached the town at twilight. Riding my bicycle among couples on motorcycles or expensive bicycles going to and fro under the dazzling lights, most of them happy-looking young people, I felt sorry for my lonely and quiet life in the country. After graduating from university, I should have gone to the south together with An or accepted the job offered to me in the town as Aunt suggested. I had done neither. With all my belongings in my hands, I reached a secondary school in a remote area as a teacher, a crusader come to enlighten the countryside. More than a year had passed. Contrary to expectations, my health had only worsened. Would there be any change? I asked myself. Apart from disappointment at unachieved dreams, I bore another pain in my heart: our love seemed set to turn in another direction.