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The truce



We had a pretty teacher when we were in primary

School. She was the heart throb of some of our unmarried  male teachers.  One day two teachers were involved in a fist fight. After a few days the reasons for the fight came to light. The pretty

 teacher called up the teachers who were involved in the fight, apologised to the teachers and said, “I just heard that I was the cause of the misunderstanding between the two of you. I apologise if I had in anyway

misled you.” Both teachers felt she was about to choose one of them as the victor and got ready to receive the good news. 


She continued, ”I thought it was common knowledge that I  would be moving out soon.”


Both teachers felt that she meant she is to be transferred to another school or another town. They still harbouored thoughts that this was not too bad as they could seek a transfer to wherever she was to be posted or at worst they could visit on weekends.

“You see, my fiancee is a senior Government Officer.” 


Both men felt that a dagger was driven through their hearts as they tried to digest this latest information.  “He has just been transferred to Melaka; I am seeking a transfer to be nearer to him.Let’s be good friends.”She offered her hand to the two of them. One by one they accepted her hand and shook it, feeling the softness of the feminine touch. She then took both their right hands,and uttered “we shall be good friends from now”. The two  seeing the realty of the situation shook hands and swore to be good friends once again.     


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