It took us a week to fall in love with each other. Two weeks to get together. On the weekend of the third week we were sitting on the carpet in Ys apartment, holding hands and laughing without end, both unable to believe that it had been only a week since we got together. It could have been two weeks, it could have been a month. Maybe even a year. We had completely lost the feeling for time. After having known me for four weeks, Y proposed to me. And I, surprised about myself, answered with a non-hesitating yes.
Y was surprised too. Surprised about me, not asking him for more time. Surprised about himself, asking a girl to marry him after knowing her for roughly a month. Y had asked me before to teach him how to say “Would you like to marry me” in German, so his question was not completely coming out of the blue, but I still hadn’t expected him to ask me that soon. When he asked me how to say this sentence in German, I was nervous just at the thought of it. But when we walked down a crowded road in Nanning and he asked me the very same question in Chinese, it came so naturally, yet unexpected, that I wasn’t nervous at all.
When I imagined him asking me if I wanted to marry him, I didn’t know what I would reply. So at that very moment when we walked down a road in a city we had just arrived in two hours earlier, I was surprised about myself, hearing the words “yes, I do” come out of my mouth.
Since it was unexpected for Y too, he hadn’t prepared a ring. I suggested he should make one himself. His first attempt of making a ring for me wasn’t very successful. So after we bought fruits to celebrate our engagement, we looked for a Café to sit down. We found a hostel and while waiting for our coffee in the common area, he made me a ring with a heart on it out of a 10 Yuan bill.
He promised me to buy me a real ring in Hongkong, but for the time being I was more than happy with my 10 Yuan engagement ring.
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