Come

Job

Hello, author here! Anyway, I like this one and would love you very much if you read this one. It's full of lovey dovey, but no really of those kinds of scenes. To continue, this one is actually interesting and funny. You're going to laugh, cry, and tell at me a lot.

The name is pronounced like "Jobe", not like the word that means work.

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Hello, my name is Job. You remember me as Luke and Jeremiah.

Anyway, brief history lesson. I learned that trade was the best option to spread God's word. As Job, and where my story starts, I'm in an Italian city that grew prosperous in trade since the Byzantine empire started to decline. I have my own trading company, and my headquarters is here. The year is 1476, in the year of our Lord. Let's just say the spoken language is Italian. Every spoken word in English was originally Italian. Now, let's start.

The Lord told me, go to the main house of learning. Let's just say that was a library. Anyway, I did as he told, and found a young girl being blocked by a guard. "I can't let you in, young lady. You're a woman, and women are not allowed inside without a man."

She was crying. "¡Por favor, señor! Mi papa no puede ir con yo porque él es muy enfermo. ¡Quiero a leer sus libros! ¡Quiero a aprender! ¡Por favor, para este sólo momento!"

I only understood a little Spanish. But I understood her. A woman who wants to learn.

God wanted women and men to be equal.

She started to pound against the very confused man's chest, but I grabbed her hands. "Forgive me, she's my..." I looked at her. Dark brown hair, typical of the Spanish, but beautiful green eyes too. Unfortunately, I had blonde hair and blue eyes, so I couldn't say she's my sister, or any other relation. I said the quickest thing possible. "She's my wife. I guess she thought I was already inside."

Thank goodness the guard didn't understand Spanish, and was dumb enough to not notice a ring on her hand. And from the woman's reaction of "No eres mi esposo!" she understood Italian. I guess she pretended not to so the guard would have mercy and let her in. But only coming here with her father, she didn't know how men were like.

"Ah, well if you are accompanying her, then it's all right." And he let us pass.

I grabbed the woman's hand, and pulled her as we went into the library. She pulled her hand out of mine when we were totally in. "And what are you doing, Señor, to be grabbing a woman's hand like that?!" She, in fluent Italian, had a Spanish accent that was harsh and angry.

I sighed. This was going to be difficult. "With all due respect, Señora, I was the one who brought you in, so the least you can do is thank me."

"I an not thanking the man who calls me married, since it is Señorita for you."

I sigh again, remembering that many languages have a difference between married and unmarried women, and she would've asked her husband to come with her if she was married. "However, here you go. This place.... You want to learn, correct? I helped you in."

She narrowed her eyebrows. "And what do you suppose you want as a reward?" She snapped.

I thought about it for a second. I actually wasn't expecting a reward, since I did everything for the Lord without asking. But just in case for something like this to never happen again, I said, "Just make sure that you never walk these city streets alone. There are frightening things that come out when a woman is alone. You might've been lucky coming here, but it won't happen a second time."