A Wedding and A Funeral on Chinese New Year's Day

On Sunday, which was the First Day of Chinese New Year, I attended a wedding at my village. What happened in the evening was unforseen by anyone.

We set off from our house and arrived at our village around 9.40, thanks to the upgraded Kuching-Serian road (although slow drivers drove in the middle lane and the u-turns just pop out of nowhere). We arrived way to early, so early that the bride herself has not arrived. A quick hello, meeting with relatives and filling our stomachs with beef curry from a slaughtered cow (as opposed to beef bought in shops) we set off back to Kuching again.

At 10:40:55 on 29 January 2006, Sunday, near the Siburan I received an SMS from my friend, L. You might remember L from my older posts. He and her broke up last year, if you want an update. Anyway, the message informed me of her father's death. It is a kind of a shock to me, since I do not know her father was suffering from anything except a stroke last year. And that was a minor stroke.

I informed this to another passanger in the same car, who I will not name or explain her relationship to me. She was L's girl classmate. Arriving back home, I've decided to pay a visit to L's former girl's home.

Off we go at 3 pm. She went in, I stayed outside. After all, the house is packed full of women. I saw a certain Member of Parliament. After paying our respects, we left before the burial.

So that is how I attended One Wedding and One Funeral on Chinese New Year's Day.