You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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"Any special reason why we are here?" Eman asks taking a sip of her black coffee.
We are at the farm house my family owns for gatherings and meet-ups. But this is our meet up spot when we want to go away from the noise of the city. Kind of like a getaway for us.
And we are currently here for the weekend. I needed to get my mind off from all the marriage schemes in my house and Eman had her own reasons.
I stare at the empty lawn ahead, blended in the darkness of night.
"Baji is here." I reply taking a sip of my sugary, creamy mocha.
"Really?" Eman looks at me. "When?"
"It's been four days now." I reply. "And she is here on a mission apparently."
"Of what? Isn't her husband doing enough?"
I give Eman a pointed look. "He is military doctor, not a commander."
"Same thing." She shrugs. "Anyway what's her so called mission about?"
I sigh. "About getting me married."
Eman chuckles, "And do you plan to fulfill her mission?"
"Definitely not." I say bitterly. "You know how the thought of marriage is a prickling wound for me."
"Why not, Mahib?" She asks, leaning forward on the small coffee table, "Why don't you want to get married?"
"Because I don't want to, Eman." I say frustratedly.
She places her empty cup on the table, "Tell me why not? Why do you always run away from the topic of marriage?"
I try to take a breath. "Because...." I try to collect my thoughts. "It doesn't sit right with me, the concept of marriage, two different people together...." I shake my head. "I am just not ready."
"So you will be single all your life?" Eman asks, "Life will get lonely at some point, Mahib."
"No, it won't. I will keep working and when I am free I will do my art." I reply.
"And what after it?" Eman asks, "What after you finish doing your art?"
"Then what?" I shrug. "I'll pray or sleep."
"And what happens on nights when thoughts trouble you and you have the urge to talk to someone, have a company. Then what?"
I stare at Eman. "That's impossible. I sleep like a baby. Besides if I have to talk to someone I have so many people to talk to."
Eman sighs. "Why is it so difficult to make you understand?"
"Why are you suddenly giving me lecture on loneliness?" I narrow my eyes. "We both are kinda on the same page of our lives. The only difference is that you are a year younger than me and well you are Eman Abru."
