I swirled the ice blocks left from my iced tea with my straw as I
listen to my friend describe her house that she just bought in
London. "So, how's Sovereign?" "Sorry, what?" "How is Sovereign?"
Sovereign is my Dutch Warmblood. I rescued her from cruel owners.
"Oh! She is just great! We came first in the first in dressage and
second in show jumping." "Great! Do you want another iced tea?"
"Thanks." I raised my head to look for the waiter. I saw him at the
restaurant entrance, showing another customer to a table. Then I
recognized him. The customer was my ex-fiancé. *** We started as
business associates. We fell in love and soon got engaged. The only
thing in the way of our marriage was his parents. He is from a
Chinese family and they wanted him to marry a Chinese girl. Which I
was not. A week after our engagement, we flew to China so that I
could meet his parents. We were staying at a hotel at that time,
and it was on our last night that we would go meet his parents. My
bags were pack and I put them at the door of his parents house.
They welcomed us with smiles on their faces. So far, so good. Then
it went wrong. He introduced me as his fiancée. Then came was a
deathly silence. His mother gave a nervous laugh. "Do not joke
son,"His father said sternly in Chinese. "I do not joke, Dia" "You
will not not marry this girl!"yelled his mother. "I will do what I
wish to do, Niang!" "You will do what we say!" I could understand
some some the language. His parents began to scream and wail in
Chinese and he was screaming back. The noise attracted his younger
brothers and sister who watched with wide eyes. I had had enough.
With tears blurring my vision, I ran into through the hallway to
the door.I opened the door to the long corridor. I sprinted with my
bags and ran down the stairs, through the doors and onto the
street. I thanked the heavens I had packed light I flagged down a
taxi and chucked my bags into the boot and got inside. "Where to?"
"Airport." As the taxi pulled away, I saw him burst at the door
with a heartbroken look on his face. When we got to the airport, he
was by the entrance. He had taken the rental car. "Please, no." "I
must. Your parents will be mad otherwise." "I don't mind!" "I do!"
I kissed him for the last time. It was soft and gentle. And
persuasive. My heart was filled with sadness. "Goodbye," I said. I
turned and left.
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