The Day The Crows Flew By (Part 5)

....and this the fifth dimension of the story.

That night Ah Kow complained of giddiness but went to sleep anyway. In the middle of the night, he started to sweat profusely.

Bee Ai felt his forehead – cold as ice, ...but yet Ah kow kept sweating. Before Bee Ai could fetch him a cup of warm water from the kitchen, Ah Kow was already dead.

Poor soul. Poor Ah Kow.

Poor Bee Ai, ....a young widow with a child in her tummy, and wailing like an infant.

The whole village shared her grief and loss.

Ten days after Ah Kow’s death, Bee Ai informed her neighbours that she was returning to her kampung to deliver and raise Ah Kow’s child.

It is very empty and quiet at home...

A sojourner she has to be. Staying on is meaningless as Ah Kow does not have any brothers... or sisters... or relatives... Besides, he is now buried beside his first wife. The dead will be better taken care of by the dead.

Bee Ai left with tears in her eyes.

....and life goes on in the usual drudge a small fishing village is supposed to conduct itself.

(...more to come)