Two months passed and Ah Tit has been working for Hor Pek as a cleaner in his shop. It was just past mid-day that the postman hooted out Ah Tit to collect a letter addressed to Hor Pek.
Suddenly, Ah Tit remembered that when Ah Kow asked him to put the money back, Ah Kow did remind him to put the message back as well. Ah Kow had in his excitement, left the message on the altar in Ah Tit's house!
“Hor Pek, may I go back to my hut for a while?” asked Ah Tit.
“Ok, go on... but push those boxes of ulamas to the side first,” said Hor Pek with a Burmese cheroot stuck between his teeth.
It did not take much time for Ah Tit to locate the lost message for it was merely camouflaged by the newer packs of joss-sticks and other praying paraphernalia. Ah Tit hurried back to Hor Pek’s shop.
“ What’s this Hor Pek?” Ah Tit asked.
“It’s outrageous! ...where did you get this?” Hor Pek demanded to know.
Ah Tit was too dumbfounded to say anything.
“Well, ....you tell me what it says and I’ll tell you where I got it,” Ah Tit replied.
Hor Pek looked at it again and then read it out slowly:
“My darling Kok Aun, please take the money I’ve saved and leave today. I just can’t wait to start a new life together with you and our child. (destroy after reading!). All my love, Bee Ai....”
Ah Tit, eyes glistened with tears, finally realised that he has been fooled. Worse still, Ah Kow has been fooled by his own sinister wife, Bee Ai... a liar, a devil in disguise.
She made up the Tua Thau stuff! She poisoned the medicinal soup. And she fled with somebody’s child in her body!
After Ah Tit related what he knew to Hor Pek, Hor Pek jostled Ah Tit into his rusted Austin. Hor pek told Ah Tit that Ah Kow will never be able to rest in peace until the long arms of the law caught up with those criminals of passion.
Just on the main road, Ah Tit noticed some crows pecking at the carcass of a cat. Those words spoken by his good friend and partner when they found the money, came ringing and ringing in his ears.
“Look at those crows, so many of them nowadays. My father used to say that they bring bad luck, .......
....and death." Tell me what you think, tick in the polling boxes to the left of this blog... I hope you've enjoyed this long "grand-mother" story cut short - kekekeke...
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