Ang Pau

Ah.. in another less than 40 hours will be the time where my friends and i are going to experience the most climax moment in our teen life. Hereby, before the Ups and Downs, i shall present you a story, a short one. Yet i hope it wouldnt be another boring one.

Sang, a girl of age 15 is talking with her friends about the chinese new year that just passed.

Li: " How's your CNY? Mine wasnt really good, i thought that this time i'll buy a doll with my ang pau money but i just got 10 each from my parents. My parents never visits their families so.. aaa..aa..such dissapointment..."

Sang: "You should be happy that you at least have them"

Sang had never had any ang pau's from her father before ever since her mother's death in a plane crash when she was 4. Her father had been a drunkard ever since, like he is the one to be blamed on her mother's death.

Sang used to have beatiful ang pau's her mother made, and she always like the pattern and the drawing, even thought the money inside is just a few penny, yet its her mother's love that matters to her. After her mother's death, she'd been sad, still she hopes that her father will replace her mother and make those beautiful ang pau's. She even nags for it but it always ended up red hot on her small face.

"Pa! i want ang pau's!! Why dont you make one like mommy did?"

"Your mommy is not here anymre, dont ask me to do what she does OK? I am tired enough working to earn a life for you!! Be grateful enough!"

"You've been drinking all the while, i don even see you work.....All i want is just one ang pau for the Chinese New Year, issit that hard?"

"You stupid little girl, what you know about work huh? Do you think it is easy even to find a job? If you want ang pau then go to your mommy's grave and dig one out! You ungrateful little bastard!"

"I hope the one dead in the plane crash is you and not mommy!"

*PAK! PAK!*
I was 9 that time. Althought he slapped me but he cried when he do so..and i can see he wanted to be the one dead through his eyes. And it is the last time I ever asked for ang pau from my father.

It's almost night and Sang is walking to her shabby house at the end of the muddy path, a drunk father waiting inside.

I never wanted to go home, but i just feel guilty if i did not.
"Pa, I am back."

"What take you so long huh? I am so hungry already!"

Useless father, dont you know how to cook? I shouldnt had come back, why do i feel guilty at the 1st place?
"If you are hungry that cook it urself!!"

"How could you talk to your father like that? Now COOK!!"

How about you? I cant even have ONE ang pau EVERY year..
"I should have let you starve and then you might cook yourself"

*PAK*
"You didnt even give me ang pau's every year.. am i still a daughter to you? Or just a neccessity? I better off dead than having a father like you"
The next instant, the door is shut behind me.

The next hour, while Sang is walking around the shops.
*SCREEEEEEEECH...BANG!*
A body flying across the road and smashed against the pavement

The one's dead is not her but her father.

I've always had glimpse of such situation whenever i got angry with my father. But now looking at my own father's bloody corpse, i hate myself for even thinking of it.
"Paaaa!! Paa! Pa..Please dont leave me alone..... Are you OK? Oh.... please dont speak...You will be ok i am sure.....Please dont take your last breath right now...."

"Haaa....My stupid little girl...i think i got what you want..."
He took an envelope soaked with his own blood, and hand it over to his little stupid girl.

"Hahahah, i hope this can match your mother's ang pau with those beautiful patterns...ahuk....i m stupid...how can it match those ang pau's hahaha..ahuk...ahuk.AhuK"

"Pa, i dont want this ang pau... i want a better one....You need to make me a better one!!"

"Hahaha, dig one from my grave then....i wont bring too much trouble on you now, ah...there are rice cooked at home...faster go ea...."

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I've been waiting for this rice for more than 5 years...i thought it might be sweet but it tasted salty, and a bit of bitter...