[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

"Good! Good!" she exclaimed as she saw the mixture of goo and blood on the stained bed sheets, "your father is correct; you have not been tainted by any man"

Happy with her findings, she woke my husband up and told him to wash up and get ready for breakfast downstairs.

Listening to Wanda's story was like watching some television soap opera; it felt so surreal. Mother-in-laws checking if their daughter-in-laws were virgins?

In his book, "Bringing Up Boys", Dr James Dobson talks about men having a natural instinct to protect women; Wanda's story - her vulnerability made me want to become that protector. Her protector.

I pulled Wanda closer to me and I comforted her - the worst was over and that she was now safe with me, here in Singapore, away from her village, away from her family.

My mind began to whirl - plans were being drawn up mentally on how I could save this young lady from her tormentors in Indonesia. We are a more advanced society, there are women rights here. Something can be done to help Wanda and I will be that one to initiate it. I made up my mind to do some research; perhaps I should start with the maid agency, followed by MOM and the Indonesian Embassy?

It was getting late and I told Wanda to get some rest; the weekend had come and gone and we had to wake up early the next day as it was a school day for my son. Like a docile, dutiful wife, she nodded her head and complied. She excused herself so that she could wash up.

Was she singing from the toilet? Did Wanda have the habit of singing in the toilet? Why did I not notice this part of her before? Was it because my wife was around?

Was it me or this time around, did Wanda leave the bathroom door ajar?