I was having dinner recently when a woman came up to me and made some kind of greeting. I extended my hand for a handshake and she grabbed my hand and kissed it. I was so shocked. I was at a loss of words. In those few seconds I wondered to myself who the woman was.
Mandar : “How are you Beng? Pay for my dinner? I want some dinner and I want some iced lemon tea.” Before I could reply she ordered a set dinner and told the waiter I would pay. I tried but could not recall this woman. Where had I met this woman before?
She was pretty, slightly overweight, nicely dressed, of fair complexion with beautiful teeth. Her blouse had sequins on it to brighten it up and she wore a nice long, black skirt. Her high heels were classy and would not look out of place if worn by a woman in high society. There was something familiar about the face though. Her face was expertly made-up. It made her look perfect but unless one were to look carefully, one would not have noticed that she had any make-up on her face.
Mandar : I should have listened to you Beng, to my parents , to everybody. At that time, my mother and father and everybody else warned me about him. They said no future. They said I should stay in school and study. Why should I spend years in school when I can marry him and have children of my own?
I was in love. I left my home and family because I loved him. He has left me and I am now all alone. I cannot go home now. My regret is I brought my younger sister along the same path. Huh? You didn’t know my profession? I thought everybody knew.
It is not really wrong. Lots of my friends are doing it. If it were so wrong, we wouldn’t have so many customers. We meet all sorts. We don’t do it with everybody. We do it only with the ones we like. If we do it too often, our price will drop.
Most of the time, we accompany guests as they drink and keep away their loneliness. We smile, give them hugs, sing with them or sing for them sometimes. Nothing much. Just be their friend for a night or two. Some customers are very kind. Some are very bad and don’t respect us girls. I have been lucky so far.
I have many friends. I am the youngest around. Even though I am fat, I am the popular one. It is because I am young. To be young is to be beautiful.
and I would agreee…
to be young is an advantage over the old i agree in some aspects
to be young is beautiful. sound like this woman is in “customer service” field?
customer service? perhaps mayb can be so categorized
Is it real? Why I never meet such girl?
maybe bcoz i know ppl u dont?
So who is she?
a person i know
Hey, this is a suspenseful story. So, did you recall who the lady was at the end?
I did recall when she started recalling things from the past in our conversation
Who is Mandar?
somebody i know
This may seem rude of me but I thought her story interesting. Would you mind sharing more about her?
Perhaps i have shared too much oledi
yeah, to be young is the something you can’t buy even you have money. Sometimes our memory tends to not serving us well. It happens to me all the time. Getting old for me I guess.
nolah , u r still very young
no no xD I mean to be young is beautiful! Yes I agree.
This woman you talked about sounds like she is in “customer service” I mean based on what is written. Or someone in a pub thing?
sorry for the short comment. lol was like being blur yesterday
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nolah. i appreciate yr visits n comments very much. ladyviral.
Wah Beng, you are quite a lady killer aren’t you.
Hahaha.
I know you are keeping the rest of the story to yourself, and leave the imagination bits to us.
You sneaky “flower heart big carrot” (translate that in Mandarin for yourself, some room for your own imagination)
Just kidding of course. *wink
haahah wink *
There’s so much beauty to explore when you are young, many things to see and know. It’s true, to be young is beautiful.
I feel sad for her, hope she finds her light through her dark time.
she is too young to know she has or has not seen the light or the dark
HORR!!! Beng’s paying for “womanly company”!!! What has Mrs BengBeng got to say about it?
cannot reply with long comment. my ears still hurting