Looking For
Your Heart
The sun was still
shining with its red light spreading over the west when I dragged myself in Bane
Dong Koy village. The villagers’ voice calling their pigs to come and eat their
food could be heard as far as the foot of the hills, “Ee Ee, Ee Ee.” This was
the same voice I heard two years ago when I was working there as a community
development worker.
As soon as I set my
feet in the village, many eyes turned to me with friendly greetings,
"Our brother-in-law Poy just
arrived for a visit." They all greeted me in different ways, with casual
language used by members of the same family who meet again after being away for
some time. Friendly laughter was heard many
times with only brief intermissions.
When I climbed the
first stair step at Uncle Nhom’s house, what surprised me was the calm shown by
all the family members sitting around the fireplace. They all turned their eyes
to me as if I was a stranger even though I used to live in this house before.
Deep in my heart, I was even thinking about asking them to accept me as another
member of the family. My visit there that day was partly guided by that wish.
After looking at me
for almost one minute, Uncle Yom was the first to say something. I glanced
around the house and had the impression that somebody was missing. I did not
ask any questions but did formally greet each family member before climbing the
stairs.
Shortly after I
chatted with everybody, Aunt Nhom brought dinner. Still, nobody said anything to
address my worrying. Everybody ate the food with appetite. The only thing
strange was that Kee Noi and Aunt Nhom, who used to get me to talk about
various stories, didn’t say much that day despite the fact that we have not
seen each other for two years. One would expect more chatting than usual.
Instead, Aunt Nhom and Kee Noi kept very quiet, with only occasional forced smiles.
When I could no longer
help it, I asked them, “Where is Nhom? Why isn’t she here for dinner? Is she
still at the rice field?" I asked the question while putting rice in my
mouth and watching everybody’s reaction.
I noticed Uncle Yom’s face
turning immediately sad. He put his rice wad back in the serving basket, and
slipped out to a corner of the kitchen to lit a cigarette. Aunt Yom also put
her rice back in the basket, walked to the drinking water container, filled a
glass of water and left it in front of me and went downstairs. I looked at Bak
Kee Noi and was about to ask him something, but he too walked downstairs. Nobody
said a single word to answer my question.
Although
I knew that my mouth and my stomach still needed some more food, I had to stop
eating and pick up the dishes as I used to do at this house. After, cleaning
the dishes and putting all of them at their usual locations, I walked to the
kitchen’s balcony where Uncle Nhom was putting a pipe in his mouth and tried to
inhale some cigarette smoke. I took a chair that was left leaning against the
house’s outside wall, sat down near him,
and was about to repeat my question when I had to stop. Uncle Nhom’s cold and
stern voice struck my ears and got them numb for some time.
"Nhom told us she
was going to Vientiane to see you because she said Ai Phat told her to do so.
But you are here now and you are asking for Nhom. So, what’s the matter? I don’t get it.”
My face turned
ultra-red. If I had a mirror to look at right then, I probably could tell how
red it really was. My throat was glued with stick saliva and became dry. My
whole body was shaking as if something was pushing it in all directions. At
that moment, I felt that no matter what, now that I was there, I had to know
what really happened. I tried to explain while swallowing with difficulty,
“Dad, I used to tell
Nhom to be patient no matter what. If there was something she could not resolve
by herself, she should write to me about it, or come and see me”.
“So, Nhom did go to see you, didn’t she?”
I told him the truth,
“No! Nhom didn’t come to see me."
I tried to look at
Uncle Nhom's eyes which had turned red. He did not say anything but was staring
at me. At that very moment, as I could tell, his eyes looked like an
executioner’s eyes. I was shaking all over but had to control myself to keep my
poise. We kept staring at each other for some time without blinking an eye but,
in the end, Uncle Nhom turned his face toward the rice field where you could
only see spotty rice plants here and there, decimated by a severe drought. Near
the edge of the rice field, a couple of birds were flying from one end of the
field to the other and suddenly disappeared in the bordering forest.
Uncle Nhom pulled his
pipe from his mouth and, with his eyes fixed at the bamboo trees, started
speaking up with a low voice.
“Then,
where is she now? Here is the first letter she wrote to me when she arrived in
Vientiane. She wrote that she has met and was staying with you," Uncle
Nhom said while digging a letter from his pocket and handing it to me. After
reading through it, I asked him a question,
”Could you tell me why
did she leave?"
Uncle Yom removed the
pipe from his mouth and started telling me the story in a succinct and precise
way.
"After you left,
Nhom has high hope she would meet with you again someday. She herself told me
that you would come back for a visit within two years. When the rice growing
season arrived, everything seemed to indicate that bad luck was going to hit our
villagers again. That year, nobody was able to do any regular farming because
of the drought; no dry farming either because they banned forest clearing. Even
if there was no ban, farming would still not have been possible because it was
so dry. The following year, we were hoping that things would improve. It turned
out that nothing changed much at all. So, during the past two to three years,
we had to seek job somewhere else to bring in some food.
“One day, Nhom said
she was going to go and see you. She wanted to have you help her find a job so
she could send some money home to buy food and school supplies. Two months
after she left, we got this letter that she wrote. But since then, she didn’t write us any more
letters. The only thing we got was money and some packages. We want to know
where she is, what she is doing, and why we no longer hear from her. We thought
you were the one that helped her find a job and that she must have been staying
with you”.
Uncle Nhom and I
chatted until almost mid-night before going to bed. When I lowered my head on
the pillow, the images of the past suddenly emerged in my mind and wouldn’t let
me sleep. I was thinking about the
events that took place when I was on assignment here working on community development
and met with Nhom. She was a nice and courteous girl, the one that deep in my
heart I was looking for. Eventually, love flourished between the two of us, in complete
faith and full commitment. Before I went back to my home office, I promised her
I would be back in two years.
By the time I woke up
the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky. I dressed up and said
good-bye to her parents. As I set foot on the bus, I thought to myself that, in
the future, if I had a chance to meet with Nhom again, I would most definitely
ask her about what actually happened. I
was dying to know why Nhom didn’t live up to the promises we made to each other.
Or was it just part of nature, since we express words with our tongue, which is
a boneless muscle? You can say one thing now and do something different later.
I felt very
disappointed, tried to lean against the back of the seat, and closed my eyes.
As I started getting sleepy, Nhom’s picture showed up again in my mind. I
opened my eyes but my heart was still preoccupied by images of the past between
Nhom and I.
I did not know how
many minutes have gone by since the bus had arrived at the station. As soon as
I regained full conscience, I looked outside and realized that the bus had
already stopped at the northern T-2 bus station. Passengers stepped out of the
bus one by one and left the station for their respective destinations.
I got up from my seat,
used some left-over water in a plastic bottle to wash my face, grabbed my bag,
and jumped out of the bus. I then took a Tuk-Tuk motor cycle ride to go home.
The Tuk-Tuk headed toward the Nongdouang market, turned left to Nongbouathong
and right to Dongpalep, continued on Nongtha road, passed Houaihong and Bane
Tatmixay, and dropped me off at my home. I felt so tired that day and planned
to take a full rest before going to work the following day.
While I was still sleepy,
one of my friends called. I extended my arm to grab the phone. My friend asked,
“Buddy, are you now back
from your out-of-town trip?"
“I came back this
morning."
“How did it go? Did
you meet with your sweetheart?"
“Yes, I met with her,"
I replied like a drunkard.
“Are you available
this evening? I was invited to a small party and they asked me to invite you as
well. So, come to see me at six o'clock this evening."
"OK!"
“Don't change your
mind. If you did, you won’t be able to meet a beautiful girl who just joined
the club."
“OK!"
After I hang up, I
looked at my watch. It was already five thirty. To tell the truth, I wasn’t
looking forward to having any glasses of beer, or meeting with the beautiful
girl my friend was talking about. But deep in my heart I was keen on looking
for Nhom as soon as I was back in Vientiane. Once you made a promise and ended
up breaking it, you will always feel frustrated and revengeful. How could she
tell her parents she was staying with me? After I left her house I have never
seen her again in person, not even her shadow. This called for at least two or three rounds
of explaining the next time we meet.
After taking a shower
and dressing up properly, I rode my faithful bike to the scheduled appointment
place. “This is where new beautiful girls show up," said my dear friend,
pointing at the front of a nightclub lit with two to three light bulbs. Inside
were three to four sofas and several dinner tables. The lighting was half dark
half lit, but you could see faces fairly clearly. My friend and I went inside
and sat on the sofa located near the wall on the right hand side.
A young man of about
18 approached us and politely greeted us,
“Hello, gentlemen,
should we start with some bottles of beer?”
My buddy said, “Bring
us three bottles of beer first! And can you ask Miss Done to sit with us? My
friend just came from out-of-town.”
“Yes, I can! Please
wait a few seconds.”
I tracked the young
man until he disappeared behind the left door. Soon afterward, he came back
with a girl. My heart beat with trepidation in a very abnormal fashion. I was secretly praying that this was not Nhom,
the girl that I loved because I didn't want to see her in this night club environment.
Anywhere else would be OK, but not here. Three bottles of beer were placed on
the table and that girl sat down with us. The minute I saw her, I was greatly
relieved because she wasn’t the girl I was after.
“She is not Done," my friend said.
“Yes! This girl is
called Done.”
“Maybe I was mixed up
with names."
We drank with
pleasure, emptied the three bottles, ordered four more, and after that, some
hors d’oeuvre. At that point, I felt a little bit drunk. I tried to chat with
Done about various subjects and learned that she was from the same province as
Nhom. First, I tried not to ask but at the end couldn’t help it.
“May I ask you
something?"
“Yes! Please do,"
she replied to me.
“Do you know someone by
the name of Nhom?"
“Where did you know
her from?" she asked.
“Well, it doesn't
matter where. Tell me first if you know Nhom”, I asked point blank.
“There is nobody by that
name over here right now! But there is one who looks very much like her. Do you
want to meet with her or only with Nhom?” she said half-jokingly.
“Yes! Please bring her
in."
At that moment, I
really felt strangely disoriented. Maybe that was due to the fatigue I
inherited because of the trip I just made. I leaned against the sofa with my
eyes half-shut by the power of the light beer.
“Here she is, the girl
who looks like Nhom.”
“Oh! They really look alike”, I
said half-drunk after turning my face to her. I was also stunned and tried to
rub my eyes several times. My heart was jumping and forced me to say,
"Nhom!" I might be visually a little bit disturbed then, but I did
notice that her face became ashen. She left the table quickly. I tried to call
her back, to no avail. I got up from the sofa and tried to follow her, leaning
left and right but my friend stopped me, pulled my hand down and told me,
“If she is not
interested in you, then let her go. There are plenty of beautiful girls
here."
“My friend, allow me
to go and talk with this girl. I really must see her."
That
night, no matter how hard I tried, I didn’t get anywhere. My friend took me
home, and I sort of caught some words in the air about “mistaken identity”. I could
not admit that I saw the wrong person because her face still stuck for ever in my
memory.
The following day, I quitted
worrying. I went back to the same night club, ordered a bottle of beer, and
asked the same young man I met the night before to bring Done in. Done showed
up with a big smile in her face. As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she
immediately greeted me with a question,
“Last night, were you
disoriented because of love or because of the beer?”
I replied to her with
a question, “Could I ask for your help?”
"Please do. Just
tell me how, I will be glad to help!”
“Could I meet with
last night’s girl again?”
“She told me she
doesn't want to see you!"
“Why?"
"I don’t know
why. She only told me that she doesn't want to see you."
“I am not a policeman with
the task of investigating someone. You can tell her any lies you want as long
as I can see her, that’s not illegal. Please help me I; I will give you a
reward."
“Oh, my God! I have never seen such a straight-to-the-point
man like you before. Yes! I will help you, but only once!"
A few minutes later,
she walked back to me, slightly shaking her head. She sat down with her hands
under her cheeks, gave me a disappointed look, and said,
“There are plenty of
girls. Why are you only that interested in that girl?"
“You do not understand.
It’s more than pure interest.”
“What is it
then?"
“May I go inside that
room? Since she didn’t come out to see me, can I go in to see her
instead?"
"She did come
out, but when she saw you from the door, she went back in.”
I didn’t care about
anything else. After asking for the club owner’s permission, I walked toward
the right door and turned left into an aisle surrounded by apartments. The door
of the apartment to the right was wide open. I saw a girl collecting her
belongings. I walked to her asked, “Excuse me! Which room is Nhom staying
at?"
“There is nobody by
that name over here. Try somewhere else.”
“What is your name?
“My name is
Pouai."
“You don’t have to lie
to me. Your name is Nhom. Why do we have to lie to each other? If there is a
problem, is it not better to try to work it out? How would things improve if we keep on lying
to people and deceiving them?” That was a rather long sentence that I used. She
turned her face in my direction, a face as red as a fully grown pepper.
“Nhom! Nhom! You
really are Nhom!" I couldn’t help to stay quiet.
“Yes, I am Nhom. What
do you want to do?” she said with an angry voice.
“Nhom, I just came
back from visiting your younger brother and your parents yesterday morning. I was
committed to searching for you and, once I found you, to sending you home!”
“Send me home and you
will then take care of my parents and brothers and sisters, is that right? Can
you do it?”
She sat down on the
frame of the bed like someone without soul. Soon, her tears emerged and started
running down her white cheeks. She didn’t care to wipe her tears but instead
let them drop uncontrolled. She then spoke up with emotion,
“If I don’t do this
job, what other job would I do? I cannot even read and write."
“There are other ways
to resolve the problem," I explained.
“Are you going to find
me a job? Do you have any ideas where and how? Nowadays they only hire someone
with education and degrees. Do you know
what school grade I last attended?"
“But you should not
try to hide from me like this"
“Why do you need to
know? I’m just a bad girl.”
“If you think it’s bad,
then you shouldn’t have done it!”
“Do
you know anyone on earth who enjoys doing what he/she dislikes? Do you really
think I like this job? You misjudged me. If I could find a better job, why
would I do what I’m doing? What would you pick, do this job, or let yourself
and your loved ones die of hunger? Who would want to create bad image for
himself or herself? Who on this world would want to be exposed to the sun and
the rain when he/she can avoid that? Do you really think I enjoyed doing what I
do, when anybody can come in and kiss me or do anything they want anytime with
me? You can go and ask women if they want to have several husbands.”
These lengthy
explanations filled my ears rather badly.
The temperature went
down gradually. I invited Nhom to sit at the table I have booked earlier for
more discussion. I looked at Nhom with
sympathy but was still eager to critique her at length. She sat with her face
looking down and used her fingers to scratch the flower pictures printed on the
napkin.
“I would like you to
go back home," I said after a long silence.
"You think you know
how to take care of me and my family, is that right?”
“If we don’t do that,
are there any other jobs for you?” I asked with a louder voice than before.
“I worked for 200,000
kips to 300,000 kips a month to feed myself and my family. You know that I have
a family of eight to support. You come here to drink eight to nine bottles of
beer in just a few hours. Do the calculation. Nine bottles times 12,000 kips
per bottle, that’s how many thousands of kips? My family doesn’t have that much
income at all. If I made that much, I wouldn’t be here even if you paid me. How
can you say that?” she counter-attacked me.
“Nhom, no matter what,
I still love you as I did before. I will look for some funds for you to start a
business,” I said instinctively.
"Yes, go ahead
and give me some funds."
At the restaurant, the
band was fairly loud, but I felt sad. I stared with both my eyes at Nhom's
face, which was just flooded with tears. I wanted to use all ten of my fingers
to dry her tears, but there were so many people around us. I was not afraid of
her, but I did respect her because people are not valued based on their
appearances and faces. Their moral commitments are better indices of their personalities.
That night, I said good-bye to Nhom pretty late in the night, “Nhom, I’m
leaving now, it’s getting late. I still love you and will continue to love you
forever!”
“Good luck!” she said
with a smile mixed with tears.