Find a Man for Life

Find a Man for Life

She is a kind girl, 24, one of my friends, called Susan. I’ve got to admit that Susan is not very beautiful, but she is so pleasant to everybody.

Recently her mother has been busy finding a boy for her, but she refused every boy introduced by her mom. So her mother gets angry with her, sometimes once she meet Susan, she chatters about her future, this includes her work, her life, of course, and her marriage.

She’s been a bit upset; yeah I can tell that it is too much for her blood, yet what of if. You are daughter, she is mother, and there is something you can’t change.

Actually Susan has a boyfriend, who is working in Beijing the capital of China. It’s too far from here. They love each other, but her mom does not permit them to be together, you know, it’s not allowed for Susan to go out of mom’s sight. Here I’m confused, as a mother, is to tie your girl strictly and give her mother love or to let her go free and get what she should have?

Susan is an accountant, working in an Insurance company. In order to earn more money, she’s been also selling insurance in her spare time, which means you’ve got to deal with all kinds of people, you’ve got to have a smooth tongue. Yup she does have, she can speak well, smoke as well as drink. So she gets acquainted lots and lots of people, bad people, such as underworld figures, rogues, dogs; rich people, such as officials, bosses, investors, etc. And some guys, not bad or good.

It is said that some guys like her, go after her. But she says No to them. As for her, they are rich indeed, but too fat, or too ugly. More than once she told me she didn’t like any of them, she just liked the common men. In fact, she likes the rich, good-looking guy. But, do you think who you are? She thinks I didn’t know what happen to her; actually, I know, she was dumped again.

Yes, she often told me she just wanted to find a good, ordinary man.

And this morning, about 9 o’clock, this moment I’d been asleep. Suddenly, my phone rang, I picked up the phone, heard her heavy voice. She told me she was pregnant. I jumped out of the bed, ran fast to her home on the sixth floor.

We sat in the car; almost did not speak. She burrowed her head into my shoulder, without crying. When we got to the hospital, I saw her face was pale at a stroke. She even didn’t look up at the big white gate of the hospital.

About half an hour, I took her in my arms and went out of the hospital to the car. I heard, she was sobbing, quietly.

She told me, he was a teacher; she thought he were a good, common man….