Friday, November 20, 2009

1st wife...is the great


There was once a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.


He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He was very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, the merchant was always in great fear the she might run away with some other men. The merchant also loved his 2nd wife. She was a very considerate person, always patient, and in fact, was the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he would always turn to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.



Now the merchant’s 1st wife was a very royal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not lover her, and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.


One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!”


Then he asked his 4th wife, “I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will follow me and keep me company?”

“No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!”

The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold


He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife.

“At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.”

The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.”

The merchant looked up, and there was his 1st wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.

Greatly aggrieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!”

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