The wedding dinner

(Any fellow chinese will probably know how this feels lolz)

I lazily looked around the banquet room for anyone whose face might be familiar to me, being unsuccessful for a third time, I returned to reading my book much to the obvious displeasure to my superstitious elders as “book” in Chinese sounded like “shu” or “lose”. I ignored their vileful stares and they gave up trying to will me to put it away after awhile. The sounds of cheering and chattering of my relatives grew cold and constant after some time, such that it merely floats by my ears. I am usually never this unhappy during wedding dinners, always I would mingle with the crowds, talk to the happy couple, and most of the time down as much alcohol I could bear myself to drink.
But why the indifference this time? The answer was the fact that this wedding dinner bore the cruelty of one of society’s oldest problems: arranged marriage.
Anyone could see that this wasarraarranged marriage, that outrageously fat, middle-aged cousin of mine with that young good-looking bride. I sighed at the thought and glanced at her, she was gorgeously beautiful, porcelain face, which looked even fairer with the thick layer of makeup applied, velvety Asian-black hair which reached down the end of her back, her blade-like fringes held in place by a cheap-imitation tiara.
She deserves more I thought, especially with that gorgeous figure still able to be seen under the tight wedding dress. Too bad only some fat undeserving guy is going to be able to see and touch it. I felt that trickle of wet in my panties as I repeated the words “touch” in my mind, all the while looking at her and lusting, thinking what it would be like if I took her husband’s place in bed. I silently dismissed the idea to avoid further disappointment and put away my book, aware of the waiters moving dishes to the banquet tables. Being a direct relative came with the privilege of sitting at the VIP table, draped in red cloth with dishes served directly to the individual. I ate but had no mood to enjoy the fine food with that sickening feeling inside me. She sat down next to her mother; silent while her new husband ignored her and went around playing drinking games with the many friends he had. I looked at my sister, who had the same mood as me, and whispered,
“This must be the happiest day of her mother’s life; it’s the day her application for a retirement fund has been approved.”
She nodded her head in agreement, and I felt a tinge of guilt at my words.
That’s strange I thought, I could have sworn she took a prolonged stare at me more than once. My eyes locked in hers, and I smiled politely. She ducked her head to chew on a piece of duck. I couldn’t think of many words to describe the look in her eyes, sadness, no doubt, I spotted a tinge of a teardrop in her right eye, mixed with desperation. But with those horrid feelings I felt inside of her, I could sense desire.
Desire? At what? Definitely her her husband.
By the fourth course she had evidently got very pissed at everything around her, and she gathered her gown and excused herself. I caught her wiping a tear from her eye as she walked out of the door. No one noticed except me. This was not a night to celebrate women, it was a night for the men to enjoy themselves and get drunk. After a minute I finished the roast fish, excused myself and made my way to the ladies.
I was not surprised when I saw her lonely sobbing figure stood in front of the washbasin mirror. The exquisite décor of the toilet, and an equally exquisitely dressed sobbing woman made this look like a scene out of a Hong Kong serial. I immediately felt a pain in my heart when I came to realize the suffering this girl was experiencing. She looked at me, and frantically tried to clean away her tears. I walked up to her and wiped her eyes with the sleeves of my dress, and at the same time saying,
“Why do you cry so much, is it not a night for happiness?”
She looked at me confused and shook her head. I cursed myself when I remembered my mother’s words; she’s a bride from Mainland China. I repeated the sentence in mandarin.
“Why you cry, tonight is a very happy night” (direct translation)
“I don’t want that man” (Mandarin)
“I know, I know what you are feeling. I have been watching you since the dinner started, you are suffering now in silence as your husband drinks with his friends, and you fear what will happen later in bed, do you not?”
She gave a gasp of fear, and clung onto my hands.
“Its ok, if you need a friend I will be around to help you through your married days, my blessed cousin-in-law.”
I turned to leave. She gave a cry of sorrow and asked me not to go, but to stay by her side. I opened my arms and gave her a hug, and I must admit her gorgeously proportioned flesh felt good against my arms. She sobbed on my shoulder, saying
“Forgive me sister, but I need comfort at this time.”
I stroked and took in the smell of her delicately shampooed hair. She came out of the hug and looked deep into my eyes, and my tongue just slipped,
“Have you ever made love to a woman?”