Desperate Measures A Famous story IN ENGLISH

APA Tunggu Lagi, promised carats! This is exactly what this old Cikgu rotten Hashim told me during lunch at the school canteen. The newly registered members of the profession may not have understood. Mr. Lim seemed amusing. Miss Lau looked appalled. Cikgu Hashim's comment might also apply to you. She was like me, in her thirties and single.

Later in the washroom, Miss Lau sealed the lead. "Do you think I spoke of menopause?" It could be. For now his wife would be dry. He talks about the experience. Then we both laughed, our faces red and the midday heat caused drop sweat on our forehead. See you tomorrow. I have a course with the five-way Alamanda. I crashed into the class while Miss Lau went to the teacher's lounge.

The comment bored me. I was the head of the English department. I have a master's degree in Applied linguistics. I helped the school to manage a department of twelve English teachers. I am the senior supervisor during the SPM review every year. And still, respect seems to be only when you have the title of a lady.

Tea time at home was always something to wait for. Today mother had prepared Chapatis with mashed potatoes. She noticed my mediocre appreciation for her efforts as she drank the hot tea from thoughtful milk. "Was there a lot of work in school?" I just nodded. Mother knew it was the work of the bowl, which occupied most of my spare time. I also recently noticed that the head of the English department kept me in school until late at night. On Saturday they set aside to meet other heads of service. Sundays were only to satisfy the needs of the mother to lead to the market. "By the way I met this lady again in the temple this morning, my mother interrupted my thoughts." He once again told me about the temple of KAPAR, where a priest has performed miracles. It seemed that he was able to break the obstacles that prevented marriages. "Shall we go to this temple tomorrow?"

Mother went to the temple every morning near our house in Subang Jaya. I suspected that a great deal of his silent monologue was asked with God for help to find a suitable husband for me. Lately, the mother had been disturbed by the comments of the parents who had begun to ask questions about my unique condition. He had even begun to avoid some social functions, just to get away from the "worried" parents who are already married to their old daughters.

I agree this time without creating the usual stories. I have never been to KAPAR and the reader would comment on my mind from unpleasant to my colleague's "karat". I wondered who Rusty was. Lately, Cikgu Hashim has become really "carats". Several professors saw him nodding his head to sleep during the last weekly meetings. It was Monday, the beginning of the week, and I wondered how he had remained awake to this day. On the other hand, I have always been up to date with the latest theories about teaching and learning the second language.

Anyway, it was a free Saturday meeting, and the mom and I could do with a trip after going on the market.

 

"Do you know the way to this temple?" Asked. "The Lady of the temple told us to enter the city of KAPAR and ask Akhil Kovil, who said that every adult is able to give instructions." By the way, it's free after 6:00. We are also obliged to bring a live chicken, a bottle of wine, a small turmeric powder, jasmine flowers, three kinds of fruit and cigars. I was tempted to tell the mother that these purchases seemed to be preparing for a rich dinner instead of tools to eliminate the obstacles that blocked my prospects for a quick wedding.

We went to KAPAR town with our shopping around four o'clock in the evening. Mother ensured that the chicken feet were properly insured and the other offers properly packaged in a box.

It was not hard to find the temple. Everyone in KAPAR City seemed to know where the temple was. Some even asked if we had bought the bargains. After crossing a dusty road, we arrived at a rubber plantation. There were wooden houses just before the temple. The entrance to the wooden temple, which had a zinc roof, was guarded by the dreaded goddess Kali. When we reached the inner sanctuary, a young man greeted us, who presented himself as an assistant to the chief priest. Apparently, the chief priest was busy with a trailer in one of the consulting rooms. It became clear that this assistant priest would take care of my problem.

The mother explained in detail that several proposals of marriage had not been worked by the parties for me. I am the one who rejected some good marriage suggestions. The help of the priest gave me a curious look. After the mother's narration, we were asked to leave the temple. The priest's assistant told my mother to sit on a rug. The mother asked if the purchases for the ritual withdrawal obstacle are taken. The answer was only one word: later.

After whispering some prayers, the young priest sat beside me. He closed his eyes and sang very strong phrases and shouted the word "WAA" several times. It sounded like an order to come in both Tamils. He finally opened his eyes, and looked more red and tired after his winks and cries. He had even started with foam in his mouth. To our great surprise he approached a short hand hoe and dug a pot. He looked old and dirty. He opened it and presented it with a piece of red cloth. He ordered us to examine it. Although we had no idea what it was, he told us that the fabric from our clothing line had been stolen from our backyard and used by our enemies to cast a spell on me. Now that he had recovered, I should not be married at any time.

Mother and I broke laughter, much to the horror of the young priest. I explained that we lived on the 15th floor in a condo and that our clothes were sent to the laundromat. My mother supported me by saying that the red color was simply horrible and that we would never have owned a piece of cloth. The desperate young man found it difficult to find a contradiction. Mom and I have to walk to the car. The young man insisted on his fee. Mom gave him the bottle of wine and cigars. He was thoughtful of her because she needed a lot of smoke and drink to deal with our reaction.

The chicken was released from the temple after the hunt. The fruits and the flowers, we bring home. I was having fun, but at the same time I realized that I was allowed to go in such a hopeless situation. Perhaps it is time to go to more social events rather than bury myself in books on language theories.