Short Stories

CH 9 Hello Mister!!

"Come come , illu chinnadi pattichikokandi"( house is a little small , don't mind please)

Kamla and Balu's father say as we come inside.

" Ayyo babai , ala emi kaadu . Mee illu chala bavundi . " ( No no uncle ,nothing like that . Your house is beautiful )
Vishwa replies .

" Shall we eat ?" He asks and i nod along with Vishwa .

We all go and sit in a circle on the ground ,the plates and water already in place .Mostly in villages people eat while sitting on the ground .

Bamma and Kamala sit on either side of me and Vishwa is in the middle of Uncle and Balu .

Kamala's mother comes with 2-3 earthen pots and then sit beside her husband . We all start eating and serving each other.

" Chala bavundi andi koora." I tell her ( Food is really great ) . Vishwa nods along

" Ayyo inka tisku Amma , meekosame antha" ( Arre please take some more , this is all for you guys) she says.

I , without any shame went for second servings and so did Vishwa . But he ate with a spoon because of his injury.

" Aa intla manchinga sardukuppyyara ?" ( Did you guys adjust well at the house) Bamma asks.

" Hmm yes ." Vishwa replies with a smile

" Aah illu ante gurtochindi ! Unko mancham tuskaramanntara Babu meekosam akkada?" ( Ohh that remindes me!! Do you guys need an extra bed there ,son)
Uncle asks

Before either of us answer Bamma interrupts.

" Nuvvukuda entra ? Valu dampatulu. Oka mancham la padukolera??"
( What you ? They are married. Can't they share a bed?)

"Dampatu...??" ( Marrie..??)
Uncle ask with a confused look. But he quickly mask it when his wife glare at him

" Uh...aaa ha aau aau .... Dampatulu kada . Sare sare ."( Uhh ha yeah yeah . Married couple right? Ok ok )

Uncle manages and laughs the most unnatural laugh I've heard.

Sigh ....

Vishwa and I still haven't discussed our... 'situation'..?. The kiss , the tension and everything.

After our last make out session he quickly got up and went out of the house again. And avoided me till we had to come here, to Bamma's home.

I tried not to cry but couldn't control myself. He is the first and only guy I've felt this with. I don't know for sure if he is serious or just messing with me like a Playboy.

I try not to think too much as I'm surrounded by people so I just focus on my plate.

Quickly the topic changes to other things. Balu tells about how he beat this kid in cricket and then celebrated by steal...ahem taking mangoes from his neighbours tree .

Kamala dances to Aa Ante , her favorite song apparently. We all clap.

Uncle shares his marriage story and secret meetings with his wife . Bamma, dumbstrucke ,throw the empty tumbler on him and we all have a good laugh

Bamma quickly calms down and also tells about her arranged love story .
In between her reciting the story she blushes here and there .
I smile noticing this .

Maybe someday i could experience something like them ...

" Inka meeru Amma . Mee katha enti?" ( And you . What is your guys story) Kamala's Mom asks me .

" Hmm?" I ask

" Meedi prema na lekapothe peddolu nischaichchinda? ( Is your love or arrange marriage?) She asks