Marriage and Murder (MMU Fanfiction)

Wong Fung Ying

Amina's POV:

Hazel knocked on the door of cabin number seven. We waited silently. George's plan stapled in our head.

Mr. Wong opens the door, "Hello, Wong Fung Ying," he said, "what are you and Miss El Maghrabi doing here?"
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"Hello, Father," Hazel said politely, "We have come for tea, as we haven't really talked in a while. Amina wants to know about our culture," I was surprised at how well Hazel was acting. My face just have shown because Hazel gave me a nervous side glance. I pulled myself together.

"Yes!" I said, "China must be fascinating! Hazel has told me so many amazing things about your country, the temples, the music, the paintings!" I tried to act as Daisy—like as possible, but polite, because Daisy is usually never polite.

Before we came here, George and Hazel gave me my lines, like in a play. Hazel told me about her father's most favourite things in China, that he is most proud of, while George taught me not to blink so much, and what to say.

"Oh! Hazel! You have been telling your friend about Hong Kong? Come in! Come in!"

We sat down at the coffee table, laid out with pastries, cups and a pot of tea.

"So Amina, what would you like to know first?"

I burst off into George's lines. How, in Hong Kong, there were these terrible triad gangs that kidnapped children for random ("and Hazel saved her little brother before it was too late! How simply brilliant!"), how all the food there is delicious ("father once brought back some pastries from a business trip—never tasted anything so delicious in my entire life!"). I talked on and on, slowly morphing the conversation into questions about Chinese marriage.

"I was wondering about that..." I said, "You see, if a western person proposes to a Chinese girl, would she have to say no? Like—if her family were proposing to have her marry someone else, but she liked a different person, would she say no to the person her family wanted her to marry? Just a hypothetical question..."

At first, Mr. Wong looked upset, but then he smiled, "yes, just a hypothetical question... well, it depends on how rich the family is. If it were Hazel that would like to marry, let's say that blonde boy we met on the train, I would— well, I would say to her do whatever makes her happy. But—she can't do anything stupid. She is my daughter after all," He gave Hazel a side glance. She was looking on the floor, her eyes glistening, "Hazel, are you okay—"

Hazel hugs him, "Thank you, father," she whispered.

"Hazel, what's going on?"

"I do like Alexander, daddy. I—I think I love him,"

For a moment, Mr. Wong froze. Then his face turned vicious.

"Hazel," He hissed, "Explain,"