Back at Zhenyi's side.
"Mya, "Zhenyi suddenly said.
" Yes?" The girl responded, still figuring out the mystery behind her eyes.
"What are you trying to figure out?" Zhenyi said as if reading her mind.
"Your eyes," she blurted before she could stop herself. She looked at her father who was scowling at her and then at Zhenyi who had an amused smile playing on her lips.
"Ah, it's a mystery I'm still trying to figure out," Zhenyi honestly said. "Thank you for the tea. You brew a very nice tea."
"You're welcome. My dad says a lady should have excellent tea brewing skills. My future husband will appreciate it," Mya shyly said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
He Xiang looked at her daughter proudly. Indeed he taught her daughter well. Such virtuous and moral lady he had raised.
Behind Zhenyi, Fan Bingbing rolled her eyes. Zhenyi was right. Be a proper lady and serve their husbands!
To be honest, I never planned to write Mya. She just...well I don't know why I write her. Mya is me, Mya is every girl of my community, my country... We are sent to scl coz these days every parents do send their kids to scl regardless of their gender. After we complete our studies, we are asked to marry someone of their choice. No problem. We are asked to stop our higher education. Okay. We do. We are 22+ No job. No problem. Get married your husband will take your responsibility.
But we get a job and refuse to marry. problem.
They ask us to do something. We ask why not refuse. Big problem.
We want to study further and tell them that we don't want to party this soon. Even bigger problem.
Dammm. That's the story of every girl in south asian families. If your parents are understanding. Girls preserve them. You are very very very lucky!
And why I shared this? I don't know!