For an aunty. (In development as i write)
Someone once insisted that i buy an expensive pair of shoes because her favourite color was patterned onto the sides. Purple. She told me if you want something, take it because life is too short, after all, to ponder about such things too much. Her tall malay husband differed on the matter, of course, with that hard gaze and silence that said it all. You're a little brat with money spending hands.
To be fair, his wife's cancer had taken a toll on him. Taking care of her had given him the reputation in our extended family as one of the better husbands, if not, the best. One and two of the other husbands... Well... Number one once boasted about his fortunes in business, now returned to the workforce in his retirement years after having gambled his family's savings away, and forcing their home loan onto the shoulders of his newly married daughter's name. Number two, always preoccupied with work, marriage in disrepair, third son running with the gangs and probably doing drugs.
No, compared to those husbands, Sai Yook stood by his wife in health and definitely in sickness. He'd come straight away at the call of his name. But the stress was starting to show. His normally humorous approach to life. His burly laughter. The lines on his face. The arguments with his wife. Things were stretching at the seams, and needed some intervention, at the least.
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Notes:
Sar ee starts singing an old classic song about marrying the right guy
one who is a chef and cooks good food for you everyday
the farmer who gives you good vegetables
the gambler the worst
the one with a bald head and you need buds to cover ure nose coz it will smell
To be fair, his wife's cancer had taken a toll on him. Taking care of her had given him the reputation in our extended family as one of the better husbands, if not, the best. One and two of the other husbands... Well... Number one once boasted about his fortunes in business, now returned to the workforce in his retirement years after having gambled his family's savings away, and forcing their home loan onto the shoulders of his newly married daughter's name. Number two, always preoccupied with work, marriage in disrepair, third son running with the gangs and probably doing drugs.
No, compared to those husbands, Sai Yook stood by his wife in health and definitely in sickness. He'd come straight away at the call of his name. But the stress was starting to show. His normally humorous approach to life. His burly laughter. The lines on his face. The arguments with his wife. Things were stretching at the seams, and needed some intervention, at the least.
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Notes:
Sar ee starts singing an old classic song about marrying the right guy
one who is a chef and cooks good food for you everyday
the farmer who gives you good vegetables
the gambler the worst
the one with a bald head and you need buds to cover ure nose coz it will smell