When faith keeps people apart

When faith keeps people apart

I first met her about 10 years ago, when I was looking to buy a three-room corner Housing Board unit in Ang Mo Kio. I had advertised in the Classifieds.

She called and said she would show me several units. I told her I would like a flat near a public pool.

Over the next two weeks, she took me to a number of viewings. I found out that she ran her own property agency with a partner and that she was also a Housing Board-appointed valuer. She was an estate management graduate from the National University of Singapore.

She was in her 30s then, tall, with long hair, and she always showed up in a blouse and a pair of jeans or slacks - and no make-up. She drove and sometimes, after I had parked my car in the lot of a certain block, she would drive me to view other units in the neighbourhood.

She also suggested that I look at some units in the Holland Village area, near the Buona Vista swimming pool.

I liked her professionalism, and I must say I liked her personally too.

She told me that she, like me, was contemplating giving up the condominium where she lived with her mother, to move into a four-room HDB flat.

In the end, I held off buying a flat, and we did not keep in touch. But I kept her name card.

A couple of years later, I bought a five-room flat in the East without using an agent.

It was when I decided to downgrade to a three-room unit nearby three years ago that I called upon her services again.

Now in her 40s, she was still the same, always in a blouse and a pair of jeans or slacks, and no make-up. She sold my flat quickly enough and at a good price.

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