"He is thirty-three years old and doing
his PhD. in the U.S. now." "Which college did he graduate?"
"It's a university in Seoul." "Yes, well, there seems to be some
age difference between my daughter and him. If will get married how can live
during PhD?" "It's not a lot of money, but he get enough money to
live for two people." "It's not so easy to get a PhD. why don't you
will arrange marriage after he get his degree.”
She doesn't like the man because he didn't
graduate top university, and doesn't have a PhD degree. Unlike when she asked
me to find man that her daughter had to get married quickly, she was said,
"my daughter hasn't thought about getting married yet."
I like to do matchmaking. Whenever I see
singles person in the marriage age, I call everywhere to find person who wants
to marry. My husband says, "You're starting again! Stop it? If you want to
do it, you'll set up an office and do it.”
When I was thirty years old, to me who wanted
to get married, nobody would try to arrange marriage. It still bears any
grudge, that’s why I like matchmaking.
When I see a person who lives happily by my
matchmaking, I feel happy. And I want to do again. I can't stay still if I think;
'A few phone calls can make a lonely person happy.' Even if I did not well at matchmaking,
and I was cursed, I don't mind. The more important thing is a lonely person can
be happy.
If the person who I arranged marriage are
fighting, I should give them consulting. It's ridiculous to hear the story of a
fight. Even though she was barely married in old age, there are many
requirements to husband. She was said that she asked her husband to rent or buy
a studio, because she needs a studio to do painting.
If she wants something, she should work hard
and build up her husband's credit before she wants it. Wishing to set up a
studio as soon as she get married is a more immature demand than hoping to get
a loan from a bank without a credit. Instead of working together to build it
up, she tries to escape from reality through marriage and find shelter.
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