[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

Wait a minute! What’s happening to me? Why am I acting like a schoolboy having a schoolboy crush? Am I buying presents for the maid now? What’s happening to me?

This is crazy. My wife is lying in the hospital but here I am in Mustafa buying fragrances for my domestic helper.

“It’s just a kind gesture” I tried to reason with my conscience and justify my actions, “MOM should give me a ‘Best Employer’ award. Straits Times should also come and interview me.” I mused.

What was that MasterCard advertisement tagline again? “Priceless”? Well that was exactly what I experienced when I gave the bottle of perfume to Wanda. Her initial shock gave way to silent sobs. Turns out, this was the first time any man treated her nicely and my “kind gesture” had touched her.

Within moments, her sobbing broke into a cry and she buried herself in my chest. Instinctively, I put my arms around her and hugged her. I cradled her head while she emptied her tears into my chest.

That night she related to me how she was abused by her family; how they match-made (read: sold) her to the rich land owner’s retarded son in their village. Hearing her personal tragedy, my heart ached.