Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Jessica's song makes Chow Kah cry and...
(Pix of models for illustration purpose only)
"Everybody," says Jessica (pix above), "I'm going to sing a Hokkien song."
"Great!" I say, and Hussein lets out a whistle.
Rising to her feet from the settee, she goes to the mike at the far end of the karaoke room. Wati aims the remote at the karaoke machine. A moment later, music and Chinese lyrics with English translation start to appear on the monitor standing against one wall.
"Title of my song is 'Wife', " Jessica says. She start to sings in Hokkien:
When we grow old
When we grow old
And have no kids around
I'll accompany you to sit on the bench
And you'll be bragging about how smart you were in your younger days
Who would never care for a good life
Never complain about bad luck
I'll hold it tight
'Cause I'm your wife
We married young
And since the day
You've been the one I look up to
The one who lead me through life
Have come to understand about life
About the ruthless game men play
And I realize
No one can ever be more important than you
Being your housewife
Looking after the family
I'd spent a lifetime
To finally understand
Hidden in our conversations and quarrels is true happiness
When the time comes
Please go first, dear
'Cause I don't wanna see you shed tears for me
For it’ll be too much pain for me to bear
Everybody applauses except Chow Kah. I turn to look at him. My eyes widen in shock. He's crying and drying his tears with a handkerchief. He blows his nose. "I'm sorry, everybody -- I want to go home to my wife."
What an odd declaration from a man whose reputation would make most men look like a monk! I realize mentally.
Wati (right pix above) nods and says, "Gentlemen, your wives comes first, even though you may come to Hot Legs Niteclub to sing and drink." Her voice becomes choked with emotion. "Let's call it a night, everybody. This song is too sentimental for me, too."