“Take care of your bride!” Mei shouted as the car doors banged one after another.
“I will.” The bridegroom vowed, as the car backed slowly towards the bridge.
“Don’t worry. We’ll come back as soon as possible.” The bride’s hand waved once more. They soon disappeared as the car roared into the distance.
Everything was back to normal. Things that had been borrowed were now returned. The kitchen was tidied. The mess was cleaned. The fl oor was no longer colorful. The wedding was past. The eldest uncle and auntie had left early that morning. Ming was playing in the fi eld by himself. A farmer like her uncle, who always kept himself busy, was working outdoors. Her auntie, who had exhausted herself, went to have a nap. Mei roamed into the kitchen that she had once relished. The house seemed too unspeakably empty.