A quiet life for me?
14 years ago, when both my parents left me, I was left alone in this quiet 3-rooms flat, working in the days and nobody to chat with during the nights. I read about old people who turned to corpse in their own house in the papers. I do not want to be like them, that’s why I let out a room to some male Malaysians who are working in Singapore, hoping to add some life in the house.
3 years later, I found my wife through a social activity, it was then I stopped renting the room to the guys, except one, who changed his identity to become a Singaporean, while waiting for his BTO flat to be built. I had hoped the house will become livelier when my son is born.
Initially, my wife and I agreed to stay with her mother during her confinement, but somehow, when my wife went back to work in her office, she and my son continued to stay with her mother, my MIL, citing the reason that it would be less hassle to travel from my house to my MIL’s house every morning, just because MIL is the only person we could find to take care of my son. Therefore, I go back to my own house to sleep, as I could not afford to employ a maid but pay for my son’s monthly expenses. I do the chores in my house myself, and chat with the Singaporean tenant when he returned from work.
Years pass, my son is going to Primary school soon. The Singaporean tenant has also moved out of my house when his BTO flat was ready. Therefore, I return to my own quiet house, alone again. Life is back to square one.
I wonder did I choose the wrong path for my Life in the beginning? I do not mind any hardship that comes. I want my wife to live comfortably. I do not mind that she doesn’t help with the household chores. I had wished the house continues to bloom with life and happiness. But why am I still alone and quiet?