Episode: 4
The next day I met that boy again. He stood tight in my path and said,
"My answer?"
"I said please don't disturb me."
"Okay."
The boy's speaking style, walking style were all a little different. He has never bothered me since that day. He used to follow us every day from our intersection to my work place. He used to follow the same way while returning at night. That was to see if I reached home safely. I could not find anything special in the boy. But there was something, something that drew me to her. Hey, it's very tight. He never gave me roses or any gift or insisted to know about me. His only job was to inquire about my movements
that much I fell in love with him from the moment I noticed him. I don't know what kind of love it is. I just know that I love him oh so much. He knew everything about my family, but I didn't tell him anything. I don't even know how he knew it. His and my love was completely different. We didn't give time to anyone. Never bought someone a gift, never talked on the phone for hours. Rose used to stand at our intersection just to have a look at me. And in return I used to smile a little. By the way, our love is limited to this extent. When I reached the shop he would come back again. And would reach the shop ten minutes before returning. This was our love. I could see in his eyes the true love for me that he lived for me. One day he requested me to meet him. I took time to meet her. I was in my 3rd year of Ornas then. This is the first time I will meet him, what if I don't give anything. So I bought a t-shirt according to my ability.
It's mid-winter, the cold afternoon breeze cools the mind in an instant. Sitting quietly on a bench in the park. He gave the time at 3:30, I left a little earlier. When I looked around, I saw that many young women had arranged a thousand-word fair with their loved ones. Seeing them, my hands and feet started shaking. This is the first time I will see him from this distance. A cold wind passed through the body as I thought about how this feeling would be. I'm sweating a bit even in this afternoon's chilly air, maybe a little too tense. I know that man is different from everyone. But if he wants to hold my hand, what will I say then? When such opposite thoughts were running in my head, I felt the presence of someone next to me. I looked and saw that he was watching me very attentively. I felt a little embarrassed to see her omen look. He understood my situation so he put a packet in his hand in the middle of the bench and sat next to him.
"How are you?"
I smiled and replied, “Alhamdulillah, you?”
"Alhamdulillah."
Then I couldn't find anything to say. Seeing me silent, he said,
"You know what side of you I like best?"
Hearing such a question, I shook a little. He laughed out loud seeing my condition.
"Why are you so afraid! Am I a tiger or a bear?”
"No, nothing like that."
“You can put that smile on your lips in all kinds of situations. Which I like very much.”
I forced a smile on my lips when I heard that. Seeing that he said.
“Uhh, that's not the kind of smile you're forcing on your lips. It's not, the smile you smile at those words."
"Thank you."
"Don't you want to know why I called you?"
I said with my head down.
"Surely he would not have talked about meeting so urgently without need."
"Right, it's important to talk, to meet."
"What's important?"
“Look I don't like to talk in circles. So what to say directly. Tomorrow or day after tomorrow parents will go to your house with marriage proposal. Ask your parents to be ready. And yes, by being prepared, I'm not talking about organizing a food fair. Told to be prepared to back talk.”
After listening to him, my heartbeat probably tripled. My whole body was shaking with fear, I said looking at him in fear.
"What's the rush?"
As soon as I heard this, he suddenly quickly took my hand in his. I lost my life in a sudden incident.
“Look I don't want to be late anymore. Am I afraid if I lose you? And I want our relationship to have a name. So that I don't have to think twice about doing anything for your family. I want to be their son-in-law or son. I don't want to be your sister's brother-in-law, I want to be her older brother. And I want to be with you not in happiness but in sorrow."
“But…”
He didn't like me. So he squeezed my hand tightly and said,
“I did not come to ask your permission. I have come to inform you of my decision.”
After saying this, he gave me the packet between us and said,
“We'll meet here right around this time the day after my parents talk to your parents. You will wear this inner garment that day. And there is a note inside, you will come dressed like that. And I know it's mine, you brought it for me. So I tozok mine. And listen, I know how to get my stuff. What is mine is mine.”
After saying the words, he did not stand for a minute and left. His words about this right exceeded my liking.
I used to think that this man is not so good, I don't know how good his parents are. All good things start from parents. He was very happy to tell everything to his mother. The sister also laughed heartily that day. I saw it in my father's eyes. He was very happy to tell everything to his mother. The sister also laughed heartily that day. I could see joy in my father's eyes. But his parents proved all my thoughts wrong. They were not what I expected. They were beyond my imagination. There was poison in their words, hatred in their smiles. There was a distinction in their usage to judge the poor and noble. I will talk with a smile, I will put pain in your liver, just like that. They hurt us all.
Here are some examples of their words:
1/ Tell me, Afa, how many boys' parents came with my son with a marriage proposal for your daughter?
2/ Brother, we thought we will marry my son with my sister's daughter. They are willing to give from the furniture of the house to the AC of the house. What else to do with the end of the son whether you like your daughter.
3/ I have the last word in my house, be it a boy or a boy's father.
4/ Do you know Afa, from the day my son got a government job, Samandh started coming from good houses.
5/ Afa I have a problem with gas so I don't eat food outside my house, I got up today.
These words were enough to insult my parents. They insulted us in pure language. Parents wiped their tears behind me and said, Son's family Masha Allah, you will be very happy here Rabeya Ma. But I pretended not to understand everything in front of my parents. And I said hmm.
I decided to meet him the next day as promised. I went to my room and opened the packet given by him. Where a pink color saree. Working across the globe with thousands of boutiques. All the boutiques are of different colors. The saree was colored in thousands of colors such as green, yellow, black, blue. And the anchal was all golden in color, with a small note.
Where it is written in all letters.
I don't know what to call you. When I see you, I feel like a fresh drop or step. A light that penetrates the darkness of the early night, sometimes bright like a lamp of the evening night. Do you know why I think so? But I don't know. If you know this answer please let me know.
You look better with your hands in your hands than with your hair down. If there is a garland of fresh flowers in the bush. No brand of lipstick on your lips is more beautiful than empty lips, because when you come in front of me, it will be more charming to see your pink lips quivering. You don't need any eyeshadow or eyeliner on your eyes. It looks beautiful when it's a little darker. If there is a small stone nose flower on the nose and it is also white, then everything will be surpassed by the beauty of your nose! And a small black tip on the forehead will not be bad.
Your udas
To be continued...
