A Proposal (Part 6 – Final Part)
The phone vibrates my hand impatiently. I stare dumbfounded at it. My mind comes up blank when I search for a reason as to why the local police are telephoning me. My hand jiggles again, causing nearby students to throw distracted glances in my direction. I know that if I take the phone call, YQ will surely spot me. I grimace, press the answer button, stand up and then walk out of the classroom.
“Hello?” I shade my eyes from the glaring sunlight. My eyes rove and wander until I spot the black outline of YQ near the middle of the courtyard. He’s turned away, looking up at the teacher’s dormitory.
“Hello, Du Feilan,” the policeman uses my full Chinese name, “we are calling you because we need you to come in right away. Is it possible for you to come in the next five minutes before we close?” I frown, wondering what the issue they have with me. It isn’t the first time a Chinese government bureau has given me a mysterious request with no time to prepare.
“I am at the school. Before I come and meet you, may I please ask what the matter concerns?” I answer politely, albeit briefly, hoping that YQ doesn’t turn around. I follow his gaze upward, finding another local teacher, a drinking friend of his, chatting on his cellphone.
“We have a problem with your visa. Can you come by?” The policeman’s answer is rough and indirect.
“Yes, I am happy to stop by. It will take me about twenty minutes to walk there. I can bring my passport. May you—” I pause, breathless. The local teacher is pointing a finger directly at me and YQ has turned to follow his hand signal. Using one hand to shade his eyes from the sun, he uses his other to wave at me.
“Du Feilan?” The policeman’s voice jerks my attention back to the unfinished conversation.
“May you wait for me? I’ll be leaving right now.” I turn around to the classroom and motion for YXQ to come closer. I can’t see YQ anymore.
“Ok.” The policeman hangs up. I quickly brief YXQ on the policeman’s orders and we decide that she should come along as a translator and just in case we bump into YQ.
We reach the school’s front gate and take a couple steps outside of the entrance. I look cautiously around. Other than a rusted silver van parked across the street, there is no one walking around. I breathe a quick sigh of relief and we continue walking in the direction of the police station.
“Ah-Du! Why didn’t you pick up when I called you? My friends want to meet you.” I spin around and face YQ. The door to the van is open. His breath smells of alcohol and his cheeks are flushed.
“Uh, s-s-sorry” I stammer. YQ had caught me by surprise. I swallow and try to regain composure. “I need to go to the police station. I can’t go drinking. I have class tonight.” The second part was a small lie. YXQ must have caught YQ’s look of disbelief as she decides to quickly step into the conversation and boldly add: “They want her to go immediately. It’s regarding her passport.” YQ’s gaze, unsteadily moves back and forth between the two of us, as if to contemplate whether or not we are lying to him. As if suddenly determining whether or not we were lying to him is unimportant, he spits out darkly: “Whatever. Don’t go. You shouldn’t trust the police here. They’re liars and cowards. They’ll just try to cheat you.” I look YQ over. This nearly middle aged man, who has a stable job and family, not to mention time to go drinking and singing with friends on the weekends, certainly is no outlaw. Why would he feel that the local policemen unlawfully mistreat people? I do not trust YQ, but his words seem too bitter to be unreal. Later on, I would find many town citizens to hold similar opinions. I reply to him more kindly this time: “I really need to go. YXQ and I can walk there. If I don’t go, I might not be able to teach anymore.” I hope that my comment reaches YQ. He eyes us again penetratingly, pondering for a moment.
“Ok. Then go. Goodbye, Ah-Du!” He walks back to his van. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, YXQ and I start up walking again to the police station.
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The police complex is heralded by the same calligraphical font in golden plaque that is used for all government buildings: Yun County Dachaoshan West Town Police Bureau Division. The building is a simple, white concrete edifice that has nothing more than four walls, three floors, a couple windows, and an occasional well-groomed bush spaced equidistantly from the building’s perimeter. We shuffle around on the ground floor, peeking into office rooms. There is no one there. I give the policeman a call back, but he does not pick up. Pocketing my phone, I motion to YXQ to go up the staircase. As we walk up, I hear the light sound of glass hitting glass. The policemen are drinking.
YXQ and I stand in the doorframe at the group of police officials, who are sitting on comfortable couches around a nicely polished mahogany wooden table. The room smells of grain alcohol cheap beer and cigarette smoke, and the table is lined with the sources. Every policeman is smoking, puffing out tainted grey smoke and has a glass with the clear grain alcohol poured to the brim. Knowing what is coming next, I think about turning around, not saying a word, and leaving.
“Teacher Du! Teacher Yang! Welcome! Come and have a drink with us!” Having lied to YQ about going out, I find it easier to decline and say that I have classes to prepare for. The truth is that I simply don’t want to. I politely venture my main concern: “Is there an issue with my visa?” Another policeman speaks up and I recognize his voice as the one who gave me a phone call.
“No, no problem. But I need to take a quick photo so we can put it into the computer database.” He pulls out an expensive looking digital camera and motions for me to turn around and walk in the direction I came in. I look at him blankly. The policeman’s response is both anti-climactic and typical.
The photo is taken quickly and my required unsmiling face is uploaded to my digital profile. After another request to go upstairs and drink with the officers and our polite refusal, we are allowed to leave.
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At roughly nine, the school becomes darker and I have finished preparing for my next day’s classes. My phone buzzes for what seems to be the hundredth time that day. I take a glance and notice that it is a local teacher calling me: Teacher Chen. I pick up:
“Hello, Teacher Du! YXQ and I and some other teachers are here having a party. Come join us.” His last part is not a question. It is without any doubt that the teachers are drinking, an activity that I had successfully avoided all day. But before I said “no” my lips and breath formed into an unstoppable “Ok”. Looks like I would be joining the party after all. I turn off my computer and leave.
As I look into Teacher Chen’s small concrete room, the familiar smell of cheap beer reaches my nostrils. YXQ is sitting between Teacher Chen and, not to any surprise, YQ. He and two of his friends, including Little Bee, seemed to also have been invited to the party. Open packs of cigarettes lay scattered on the floor beside empty standing bottles of Lancang River beer, the local choice of alcohol. I sit across from YXQ, next to Little Bee.
“Ah-Du! Here, have a drink!” A small shot glass of beer is pushed towards me by YQ. We toast and I hope that my polite maneuver will help me leave sooner than the others.
“Ah-Du, you…so…beautiful.” YQ uses pidgin English while he sways a little in his seat. Before I can reply, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small. He stands up, only to kneel to the ground. Everyone, including me, looks at him curiously. The room pauses in strangled breath.
“Ah-Du. I love you. Please marry me.” He is holding out a ring, which is nothing more than a gum wrapper folded into a circular shape.
I find myself at my patience’s limit. Tired and nauseous from the smell of beer, cigarettes, and sweaty men, I don’t miss a beat in considering his absurd proposal:
“Sorry, I cannot marry a wangba.” Roars of laugher surround YQ, who looks slightly peeved and doesn’t move his eyes from the ground.
I stand up with YXQ, we toast everyone goodnight and make our final exit, leaving YQ’s proposal at my back.
“A Proposal” – END.