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.