Rich People Problems (Crazy Rich Asians #3)(131)
"Auntie Zarah, you're going to get a whole crate of those pineapple tarts."
"Alamak, no! Please don't! I'm on a diet! I was so nervous during my performance, I ate too many of those coconut puffs today, heeheeheehee. I have to force myself to go to my granddaughter's zoomba class in the ballroom now!"
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* The Yang di-Pertuan Agong, or Agong for short, is the monarch of Malaysia. The Nine Malay states each have their own hereditary rulers and royal families, and the Agong is elected from among these rulers every five years.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MACRITCHIE RESERVOIR, SINGAPORE
It had been a long, hot, mosquito-ridden hike, and as Carlton pounded his way up another sloping hill, he wondered what the hell he had been thinking when he suggested this plan to Scheherazade. His shirt was drenched in sweat, and he was certain that no amount of Serge Lutens cologne could mask how he smelled at this point. He turned around to check on Scheherazade and saw that she was crouched on the ground, staring at something. At a discreet distance, three of her bodyguards in jogging clothes stood watching them.
"Look! It's a monitor lizard!" She pointed.
"He's a pretty big fella," Carlton said as he caught sight of the three-foot-long reptile resting under a clump of bushes.
"It's a she, I believe," Scheherazade corrected. "We had quite a big menagerie of pets when I was growing up. Reptiles were my thing."
"This was in Surrey?"
"Actually, this was when we were in Bali. My family lived there for about three years when I was a little girl. I was a bit of a wild child then, going barefoot everywhere around the island."
"That explains why you're not even breaking a sweat right now," Carlton said, trying his best not to stare too hard at her goddess-like physique shown off to perfection in her mesh paneled leggings and stretch knit sports bra.
"You know it's funny-I never sweat. Ever. I'm told that Queen Elizabeth doesn't either."
"Well, you're in good company," Carlton remarked, as they finally arrived at the TreeTop Walk, a 250-meter suspension bridge that stretches from Bukit Peirce to Bukit Kalang, the two highest points of the preserve. As they traversed the narrow bridge, it began to sway slightly, but then the view opened up and suddenly it felt as though they were floating above the trees.
They reached the middle of the bridge and stood in silence for a while, taking in the remarkable view. The tropical-forest canopy stretched all around them as far as the eye could see, and the sounds of cackling birds echoed through the breeze.
"Unbelievable! Thanks for bringing me here," Scheherazade said.
"It doesn't feel like we're in Singapore anymore, does it?"
"Sure doesn't. This is the first place I've been to in a long while that's reminded me of my childhood. I mean, it's quite a relief to see that all this nature still exists here." Scheherazade stared at the calm reservoir in the distance, the water glinting in the late-afternoon sun.
"Has the island changed that much? I only started coming here about five years ago."
"Carlton, you can't even imagine. Every time I'm back I hardly recognize it anymore. So much of the old atmosphere has just been wiped clean."
"I guess that's why you like living in Paris?"
"Partly. Paris is great because every street you walk down is like an unfolding novel. I actually love it because even though there's history everywhere, it's not my history. Does that make any sense?"
"Sure. Shanghai is my hometown, but it doesn't feel like home anymore. Whenever I'm back it feels I can never escape my past. Everyone remembers everything about you-your family history, your mistakes," Carlton said, his face clouding for a moment before he turned back to her. "But that's not what you meant, was it?"
"Not really. For me, Paris is like neutral territory because it's neither Singapore nor England. You know, even though I was born in Singapore and lived here until I was ten, I never felt like I truly belonged. Maybe it was because of how I looked-my hair was almost blond back then-it seemed like most people just assumed I was ang mor. And my mum inadvertently reinforced this by pretty much raising me as though I was British. Aside from my Chinese cousins, everyone else we knew was part of the British set. I don't blame her at all-she felt awfully homesick and was overwhelmed at first by my father's family. So we sort of existed in this English expat bubble, and for the first ten years of my life I went along thinking of myself as completely English."
Carlton gave her a knowing smile. "Bit of a shock when you actually got to England, wasn't it?"
"Uh-huh. When we finally moved to Surrey, I realized that the English didn't really see me as I saw myself. I was this exotic, half-Chinese girl to them. So I felt like I was just absolutely screwed on both ends-I wasn't Singaporean enough, but neither was I English enough."