Every night, my father-in-law calls his widowed daughter-in-law to the porch to talk

Every night, her father-in-law called her widowed daughter-in-law to the veranda to talk – until the day she remarried, the eldest brother of her husband’s family revealed the humiliating truth for many years, no one could have expected that…

Her husband died in a year of labor when they were married for less than a year, Nga – the youngest daughter-in-law in Mr. Bang’s family – decided to stay at her husband’s house, living with her parents and two brothers-in-law.
She lived quietly, quietly, diligently and politely. Everyone in the village sympathized:

“She is too young and widowed. At her husband’s house like this, will she regain her youth?”

Since the day her husband died, Mr. Bang – her father-in-law – called her out to the porch every night to talk. Each time, he sat for an hour, then he quietly went inside.

The neighbor saw this and stabbed x/sash/o. Someone blurted out:

“It’s not good to be transparent, but not to play.”

But Nga remained silent, without a single complaint.

In the seventh year after her husband’s death, she decided to remarry a kind man – the owner of a carpentry workshop in the next district.

The ex-husband’s family was invited, except…
On the wedding day, when the party was taking place, the eldest brother of the husband’s family – Mr. Duc – suddenly stepped on the stage, asked for a microphone:

– “I have something to say, because I can’t let her be misunderstood anymore!”
The
atmosphere was quiet.
Mr.
Duc pulled out an old notebook from his pocket, held it out in the crowd, and did not hesitate to declare…

Her husband died in a labor accident when they had just been married for less than a year, Nga – the youngest daughter-in-law in Mr. Bang’s family – decided to stay at her husband’s house, living with her parents and two brothers-in-law.
She lives quietly, quietly, diligently and politely. Everyone in the village sympathizes:

“She’s too young to be a widow. At her husband’s house like this, will she regain her youth?”

Since the day her husband died, Mr. Bang – her father-in-law – called her to the veranda every night to talk. Each time he sat for an hour, then he quietly went inside.

The neighbors saw this and whispered. Someone blurted out:

“It’s not good, it’s not transparent, it’s not playing.”

But Nga remained silent, without a word of complaint.

Many times his mother-in-law saw the two sitting and whispered, and also asked, Mr. Bang only said:

– “I only love her like a girl. Every night I just talk to her so that she doesn’t have a void.”

The days go by like that. Nga still does not take a step anymore even though there are a few matchmakers. Every time anyone mentions the remarriage, Mr. Bang just keeps quiet, does not say anything.

In the seventh year after her husband’s death, Nga decided to remarry a decent man – the owner of a carpentry workshop in the neighboring district.

The ex-husband’s family was invited, excepting… On the
wedding day, when the party was taking place, the eldest brother of the husband’s family – Mr. Duc – suddenly stepped on the stage, asked for a microphone:

“I have something to say, because I can’t let her be misunderstood any longer!”

The air was quiet.

Mr. Duc pulled out an old notebook from his pocket and held it out in the crowd:

– “Seven years ago, after my brother died, my father found out that Nga was pregnant.
But for the sake of family reputation, because of the prejudice that ‘widows should not get pregnant’ when her husband died, he forced Nga to hide it.
Every night, he sat on the veranda with Nga to discuss how to keep the baby safe, find a discreet place to live, and then… Send me to an orphanage, take my mother’s name as someone else.”

The whole wedding was as silent as a sheet.

Nga burst into tears.

Mr. Duc continued:

– “I stumbled upon this notebook in my father’s room – which detailed the date of birth, where it was sent, and the money he deducted every month to send to the orphanage.
He went to the veranda every night, not because he had any intentions. It was because he was making amends with a wrong decision.
Russia has sacrificed… more than anyone thinks. And that son – standing there.”

Everyone turned to look: a 6-year-old boy, dressed in a formal dress, stood silently in the corner of the gate, dumbfounded.

The groom – the man Nga was about to marry – approached, knelt down, stretched out his arms to welcome the child into his arms, without saying a word.

After the wedding, Nga brought her son to live together.
Mr. Bang died a year later, leaving all the property in the name of the child – the grandson that he never dared to make public.

In his last notebook, there was a scribble:

“A man can sometimes live in honor … But when you die, you see, there is nothing more painful than living but having to hide your love.”