I received an sms from Kenny (erstwhile the best man of my wedding) who in his usual kindness delivered the good news about his upcoming marriage. He is about to tie the knot with a Kayan girl, an indigenous nurse whom he met while serving out his rural internship as a junior medical officer in the hinterlands of Sarawak. The wedding will be held next year in June, about eight months away. Judging from the exciting tone of his message, I suspect I must have been one of the first few acquaintances to be notified of this news.
Quite in contrast with his usual reserved disposition, the bloke leaves no doubt that he is terminally besotted with his Kayan beauty. I am happy for him. Too long has he been incarcerated within the walls of unrequited romance, awaiting futilely his true love almost to the brink of renouncing marriage and rushing headlong to the bosom of bachelorhood. Too long has he suffered in the hands of merciless destiny, leading him powerless to the abyss of failed relationships. Kenny, ever the gallant young doctor with a generous and kind heart, has at last been rewarded with the love of his life.
He deserves it, hip hip hooray for him!