Mail Ordered Bride

Part 1

I do not like this. I do not like this at all. I know why I am what I am about do but I am not happy about this. I do not want to leave my family behind in Thailand to live in new country with someone that I do not love. My name is Freen and I am a mail ordered bride. I am marrying a complete stranger that I have not met before and I do not love who lives on the other side of the world. I am doing this because my family needs the money to survive in our dirt poor village. I do not want to leave my Father and baby brother behind but I have to find a way to support them if it means living with a disgusting bald man with a pot belly and grabby hands then I will do it. I need the money to get the food and medicine that they so desperately need.

I hug and kiss my family goodbye for the last time. I just hope that my new husband will allow me to write back to my family to make sure that they are okay but I am not getting my hopes up. I was forced on to a plane and had to ride for several hours to arrive in America and I looked out of the window to see that this new country is nothing like home. It is beautiful but it only makes me miss home even more. Bangkok is a dirt poor country and I did not have much but at least I had my family, hoping that Heng will be okay with just Father now. I get off the plane and there are lots of people surrounding me. I never seen so many kinds of people in one place but I tried looking for who might be my husband or anyone that might be coming to get me.

I smooth out the wrinkles in my light blue sundress that I was given at the agency. I was given a bath to clean all of the dirt and grime that was caked onto my skin over the years and I was thankful for the bath it was delightful. My platinum blonde hair has not been this clean in a long time and I think that I look presentable for the first time in years. I just hope my future husband will be pleased with my appearance and not send back to my village. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jump as I turn around to see a tall man with a warm and kind smile on his face. He has shaggy red hair like the wind swept it to one side, sparking green eyes with a fatherly glint that reminds me of my own Father, and slightly tanned skin from being out in the sun for long periods of time. He seems very kind. I hope that he might be my husband but it could be an act to gain my trust and hurt me when no one is around.

"You must be Freen" The man replied.

"Yes I am. You must be future husband... Mr. Armstrong I assume. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance" I said curtsying.

"Yes, I'm Mr. Armstrong but no need to be so formal and I am not your husband. You can just call me Richard" Richard said smiling kindly.

"O-Okay R-Richard, when will meet my husband" I said nervously.

"Don't worry, you'll be introduced soon and why you come into the car and I'll explain everything to you" Richard said ushering out of the airport.

I brought a few things with me when I left. A few clothes almost all dresses to wear, a photograph of my family, a comb that once belonged to my Mother before she died to cancer, and a pair of flat shoes. Richard opened the door of a new car that I have seen a few wealthy families in my village drive and I am a little hesitant getting the inside of the car dirty but the redhead man chuckles. He pushes me lightly towards the car and I get inside of it before he goes around it to get inside as well. The man drives down the road to where, I have not a clue. If this man is not my husband then who is.

I have not meet him and I cannot help but curious of what man he might be. Will he be cruel and have his way with me? Will he kind and treat me kindly? It will be asking too much if my husband would be kind to me. I mean he is paying to have me cook, clean, and have his way with me if that is what he wants. I am not marrying for love but marrying someone that will be sending money to my family every month as long as I do not displease him. I do not wish to displease him at all because I do want to get problem and possibly have him hit me or hurt me.