A match made in Heaven - A Famous story

I was sitting at Starbucks on a rainy Sunday afternoon. It was raining slowly, small drops of dropping incessantly forming a translucent canvas of water droplets that I watched on the quiet street.

For a place full of action in the evening hours, with the party people their guts, banging sure is quiet on a Sunday afternoon. Even peaceful. Through my table there is a pretty uneasiness girl dressed in a beige dress, that would have been wise, if not for the deepened cleavage, showed her wide chest.

A woman very only for a Malaysian lady, I must say. She pointed out her hair by the length of her shoulders in shades of brown and gold. Your face is serious as there are types and couples in full concentration on your laptop screen, occasionally drinking his cup of coffee steam. She doesn't smile much. Probably because they don't want to attract unwanted male applicants.

But dressed as she is. How can a man resist talking to him, let alone observing them? He sat down to fetch a favored pencil. We have a random glimpse of her full breasts. At that time I decided that I would try to know them and maybe get their hand phone number as well.

What the hell are you doing, man? The more I would get is a blow, but that's assuming if I'm too forward. And the least we get, "please go." And what I hope is a smile and the beginning of something new maybe. Later, a dinner meeting. And who knows what else. My heart beats wildly in anticipation.

I look too long for a moment. She feels me by looking at her. She sees and meets our eyes. I'm smiling. She smiles at me. Irresistible beckons to him. It turns red and it's my signal. Way to your table, which is only five meters away from me.

Only five feet from a relationship with her and God knows what else. It is now or never used as Elvis to sing. And for me it was now. When I went to his table, I knew it was going to work.

This hour.

We were from the past year or so. Actually a year two months and eight days from the day we met. I still remember our first encounter, the fragrance of her fragrant hair and how he saw that first day. Reading the first part of my story here, I would have guessed more or less what I should say.

In case I forgot to mention the fact, well I am Chinese and Maria my friend is a Malaysian girl. In Malaysia, the kind that is not a well accepted thing and because of the religious implications, well this kind of coincidence is by and large a rarity.

The first months of our court was a very traumatic affair with our parents on both sides strongly against the relationship. But we were enforced and after nine months we had plans for a wedding. So we were engaged just after nine months of encounters.

And I know it's fast from any standard.

We weren't young. I was in my last thirty years and she was in her early 30s and we were pretty sure and glad we shared for life, if not more. Could we have been in another life lover? Could we get to know each other beforehand? I really don't know. It just seems that we have clicked so well together.

Sometimes my brother Joe with me joke, "Koko, and now how?" more of Bak-Kut-El and his favorite pork sausage man? How's your diary, char-Siew-Pau?

I laughed and said, "You can still eat beef and other things wat." Even without forgetting my steak and thank God I can still eat roti canai and man! If the pig is something I have to give up, I guess I can for Mary Lah.

So Peter told my little brother, "I heard you have to sacrifice your foreskin to the butchers." You know that? Did it hurt?

Smiling, I said, "during circumcision, No." After they sew you, it shows a little. "But it's better not to get an erection because it could really hurt that the swelling can pull the strings and that's where you can scream bloody murder."

In addition to the initial questions and things, everything was installed in the normal diet of things. We're still on wedding plans. Mary took good with my family and parents and loved him and moved them into their hearts. It's not better for me. My future in-laws warmed me up after the initial objections and more than of it along with the warmth and acceptance of the rose, when she realized that Mary and I had decided to work together for life.

We went for the wedding photo shoot. A full day of pose and change in different costumes for photo shoot. He was so tired at the end of this day. You wouldn't believe how tiring it is to shoot a photo all day. No wonder an actor pays so well. It's a lot of hard work. And that too, if you don't even say a single word.

It worked so well that I began to wonder. Did I do something good in my last life or what? I never felt so happy in my life. But I had the impression that you shouldn't be so happy.

He didn't understand why he hadn't come to the wedding. She's gone in the last few days. He had to change his mind. At least he would have called me and told me about it. Instead of letting me wait in the hotel with the amount of guests. I felt that it was a betrayal of the worst kind to me.

Dizzy and Dizzy, I looked up and stood there I looked at me. She stood in her wedding dress. My God, I never found him so attractive. There were tears in his eyes when he tried to be courageous and to smile at me.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

Of? Of? Of? I can't understand you.

"Sometimes it's not the way we want to." I was so keen to spend the rest of my life with you. "I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart, and I will always do it."

I'm trying to keep it, that's when I woke up with a hangover in my apartment. Was it a dream? Did you really come to see me? Can I not decide if I have dreamed it or was it a figment of my imagination?

I drank a fool the night before. I knew it was bad to drink. I couldn't help myself. I felt depressed and broke. Lost and alone. I couldn't cry anymore.

It all screamed.

I heard someone at the door. The paper is slipping under my door. It was mania. He delivered the newspapers from the supermarket son, on the ground floor of the apartment. He was a very reliable and punctual guy every morning.

Stumbled across the door, I picked up the Star Day edition. Looking at the headlines, I suddenly sat on the front page. Just read, "The bride dies in the car accident"

And outside the balcony, the rain had started to water again. Like the first day I met her. It's raining then when it was now.