On one sunny day, in the mid 40s'
a young, handsome fisherman and a beautiful woman, a light red scarf loosely on her head, with her long midnight black hair showing
exchange glances at each other, only to realise they are falling for each other
With unspoken words, she left the scene, head turned his way and smiled at him with ruby red lipstick on her lips
The next day, on the beach
she comes to his fish stall, in awe of her beauty, he barely utters any word,
only to say " how many? "
" as usual ", she said
He gives more than 'the usual'.
It has been days since he last saw her,
where is she? why hasn't she come by my stall?, he thought
He decided to go to her house and give her, his catch of the day
She came out, eyes on the basket full of fish on the wooden porch
the sun beating down upon his face, his eyes on her adoringly
" I wish to make you my wife, Leah. I will work hard, save as many pennies I would to provide you ".
" Money is not what matters to me, Othman, I only see heart ".
Music playing in the living room, Leah and her son dancing, hands to hands and his toes on top of hers
Othman only watches them while sewing fishing nets next to the porch, smoking cigars
A few of sailors had come home to their wife and children,
full of laughter and tears just to welcome them
Sailing has been a dream of Othman for a very long time
he decides to sail the world, hoping for riches, and promises Leah that he will return.
Years gone and she is still waiting for the love of her life to come home, postcards after postcards, and
last one from him was from Hong Kong, probably that's where he is now
she then decides to go there and in search of him,
No sight of him. Nowhere.
61 years later, Leah still waits for Othman.
there was a time where we would sacrifice anything just for love