A short prose, translated…
You’d told me, that after your business meeting was over, it was past the last bus and the last MRT train. You’d waited so long, until a cab came your way. But after you got in the cab, you’d wanted to, get out. Because the inside of the cab was decorated like a shrine, but the driver was chewing on the betel nuts, there were tattoos covering up his arms, like he was a gangbanger or something. While he drove, he was watching Rambo movies too, but on his stereo, he’d played the songs of Teresa Deng, “When Will You Come Back to Me?” So, being in his car, you’d felt confused. You’d wanted to escape, but, you’d wanted to get home soon, so you’d, allowed him to give you a lift home.
After hearing what you’d said, your wife recalled, “You are, truly, confused, otherwise, you wouldn’t have used the stories I’d told you, to lie to me.”
Such, an interesting dynamic between this husband and wife, don’t you think??? Neither one of them told the truth to each other, and now, the wife BUSTED the husband for lying to her, using the made-up tall-tale she’d told him from before, without knowing, that hey, she’d told the made-up story first, wow, this is blaming things on each other, without taking a CLOSER look at oneself, if you know what I mean…