This Tuesday evening we two, again, as planned were sitting face to face at the same table, in the same room of the same restaurant. We ordered three dishes—pepper guts and two other green vegetables, also three bottles of beer included. I drank a little more than her because she drove here and would have to drive back home after dinner, and moreover, she is a green hand when it comes to driving, which I witnessed with my own eyes when I was sitting in her car after dinner to a singing bar, when her car was moving snail-paced. What’s worse, she failed to have the headlights on because she even didn’t know where the lights buttons are. It’s evening after all. Just imagine a car was moving on the road together with so many other cars to and fro without its headlights on. What a dangerous thing!. However, I was feeling safe with her in the car because I have my great affection towards her and I believe God will bless us. I was joking over her poor driving skills; she wouldn’t get angry with my ticking; instead she would laugh together with me. We were enjoying happy and joyous moments all the time when together.

While driving, she told me that she now has a very good state of mind and sees whatever happens as naturally, and is able to treat them calmly. When asked how it was that she became so mature and why she has such a plain attitude towards life, she said it was all because of years of bitter experience she went through. She had a tough and hard mother-in-law who ever treated her brutally and inclined to resort to family violence towards her, and this no doubt left hard-to-heal scars on her gentle heart, which, in turn, trained her and made her a very strong woman and gave her all necessary courage to face any difficulty down.

Her eyes were shining with tears when telling me the story; she kept rubbing her teary eyes and tried not to burst a cry. As I could see, maybe tears were shedding inside her heart. I was undergoing a strong sympathy towards her experience, and sitting there straight and listening to her stories both silently and carefully. At this time, all I could do was to give her my listening ear.

Our dinner ended at about 9:10 pm. Then I got into her car to a sing bar; she invited me to sing though she is well aware that I can not even sing a song. I was sitting very close to her in the singing bar while she was selecting songs on computers, so close in fact that I could even hear her heart beating; I put one of my hands on her back; her hair was giving off a sweet smell. I sat beside her, intoxicated by her charms. I enjoyed this moment staying alone with her, sweet and romantic,