Ahbeng is very sick

Ahbeng was laying on his bed very sick while his wife, Ahlian, maintained a steady vigil by his side. As she held his fragile hand, her warm tears ran silently down her face, splashed onto his, and roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to quiver with sound.

"My larling Ahlian," Ahbeng whispered.

"Hush, my love," she said. "Go back to sleep Shhh! Don't talk."

But Ahbeng was insistent. "Lou por," he said in his tired voice. "I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you before I die."

"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Ahlian. "It's all right. Everything's all right, go to sleep now."

"No, no. I must tell you this so that I can die in peace, it's liddis wan, I slept with your sister, your best friend and our next door neighbor."

Ahlian mustered a pained smile and stroked his hand. "Hush now Ahbeng, don't torment yourself. I know all about it ledi," Ahlian said. "Why do you think I poisoned you jek?"

Ahlian: