**The Amateur of Love**

7

I was now at his house. A modest house for a person like him. It wasn't exaggerated, at least not as I had hoped, from what I could see from the outside. It was in a remote area away from the city, and it was a peaceful environment where one could live comfortably.

When I entered inside, I expected to meet someone else, but there was no sign of anyone. There were two rooms on the first floor: a living room and a kitchen, which was very minimal and simple. Next to it was a small bathroom. On the second floor, there were three rooms: a large bedroom, an office for the businessman, and another room that included a bathroom and a wardrobe. It was a fantastic house overall. The small garden in front and behind the house made everything perfectly aligned, melancholic for the peace of the soul!

"You can put your clothes on the other side of the wardrobe."
"If I put them where yours are, what happens?"
"No."
"I'll put them where you left them because the sun hits there, and my clothes are colorful and I don't want them to fade. So, I'll put them where yours are, that's all."
"You girls are so tiring. Get ready; soon we'll do the celebration and finish this."
"Okay, and one more thing, are we the only ones here?"
"Do you want a housekeeper?"
"No, it's just that everything is so clean, it surprises me."
"Don't worry about that. Your presence is enough for ten others. Come now."
"The way you talk to me is wrong, my dear. You need to learn to speak better."
"I've talked well enough until now. Come," he said in a commanding voice that was frightening.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Five hours passed, and we were now officially married. Our families rejoiced as if a miracle had happened in their lives.

"Greetings, daughter," his mother said.
"Greetings, dear."
"Look, I have two requests for you because, as you can see, my son is not very approachable."
"I'm listening."
"I just wanted to say that he is happy in his solitude. He's always been like that, even when we were a united family. Now that his father passed away, he withdrew even more into his solitude. So, if you see that he wants to be alone, it means he just wants to find some peace at that moment."
"Alright," I said, looking at her and holding her hand.
"And the other thing is, please don't play with his feelings. If he loves someone, he truly loves them, despite his words or gestures. He has a heart of gold."
"I know," I said and walked away because Arber had called me to leave.

The dinner was fantastic, but not my marriage. We were now back in that beautiful house.

"Here you go," he said.
"What?"
"These are your house keys."
"Alright," I said.
"What did she tell you?"
"Who, your mother?"
"Exactly."
"She was telling me what a fantastic and loyal son you are and how lucky I am to be married to you."
"Do you think I believe you?"
"Your choice," I said and started climbing the stairs.
"Miss, my room is mine alone."
"What? Where should I sleep then?"
"Wherever you want."
"Arber, I can't sleep in the kitchen."
"Not my problem."
"Isn't this house mine too?"
"Yes."
"Then that's my room too. How about we take turns? I'm too tired to sleep on the couch."
"Just tonight."
"Alright," I said, and we both went into the wardrobe room, grabbed our pajamas, and minded our own business.
"Good night," I said.
"Good night."