Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Their Tomorrow's Marriages

His siblings are all trying hard to find a wife for him.
When he was asked when he will be getting married, his immediate reply is usually, 'tomorrow'.

Successful in his career, he has more than enough finance for reasonable dowry.
Even if that tomorrow is really tomorrow, the next day, he has no qualm of footing whatever reasonable bill that will come with that reasonable 'tomorrow's marriage'.

Yes, definitely he wants to enter the marriage world.
But he's patient enough to play the waiting game, even now entering his 40s.

A number of anon female callers had several times wanted to talk to him, to know him better, to get closer to him, and his closely-knit family.
But he had warned the maid not to ever pass the phone to him.
After much introduction, one after another girl, by relatives and friends, none seemed to be what he usually saw in his dream.

Yes, he had often dream of seeing a girl, wearing black but glittering all over, bangled arm-length, chaperoned by her mother.
In his dream, both mother and daughter were usually doing their shopping at and around Mustafa Centre in Serangoon.

No, he is not keen about the jewellery that adorned the girl's arm.
But he wants to know who the girl is, that often appeared in his dream. 

"Move on, it's only a dream."
The big sister had often reminded him.

"No, I know, the girl will surely appear. 
She's somewhere now."
The big sister is definitely worried about the brother.

The sister often told the brother of a man who often saw a very beautiful girl in his dream.
For many years, his mother was made to wait anxiously for her to meet her future daughter-in-law while her son lived in his dreamland.

When the actual day (actually it's mid-night) came, for him to meet her, he brought his mother along.
To recognise the girl, she was said to be the only person sitting at the bus-stop nearest to his flat in eastern part of Singapore.
She will be noticed with her fresh yellow, fully blossomed ylang-ylang or cananga (kenanga).

If he was to smile at him.
His smile is the indication that he accepts her into his life.
If not, then she will walk away.

Beside reminding her son, the mother prayed hard that her son will change his mind.
The mother prayed hard that his son will not smile at his dream girl.
It's OK for her to wait longer for another prospective daughter-in-law, not this very beautiful dream girl. 

The mother knows, never in the world, that there is known to be any ylang-ylang or cananga (kenanga), its petals are fully blossomed.
Maybe, just maybe, it is planted in the world where mere mortals are not living in.                             

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