Migration

Chapter 3

We are now at Tayitu's house waiting for the so called man who is going to send us to Arabia come. How could he be called a man? A man is a protector. He is gentle to the powerless. But this unknown man is not a man at all. He is willingly sending people to other countries making them pass through desserts and harsh conditions. How come I know this and my parents don't?
They are obviously the older ones. If I ever have children I would never make them go to some country I know nothing about no matter how low my economic standard is.

My and Tayitu's parents are talking about 'all the possibilities they will have' if their kids (us) go to Saudi Arabia.
After a while we hear a knock on the door and Tayitu gets up to open the door. I don't want to see this man. Knowing what he does already lowered my respect for him. But I want to see what he looks like. He must be some kind of a worthless person who hates his own life and tries to ruin the lives of others.

Tayitu opens the door and the man gets in. When he reaches to the place where we were sitting our parents get up from their sits to greet him.

I would be glad if I could give him a piece of my mind. I haven't seen him yet cause I am standing behind my father. But when my father moves and I see the man I was about to faint. How dare he?
"Alem, you do remember Paulos right? " my father asks.
" Yes. " I say trying to hold in my anger.
Remember I told you that my sister was supposed to get married. Yeah. To this guy. So after ten years he decides to come back! I know he is doing this on purpose. He wants to hurt us. Specifically speaking me.

They were talking he whole time drinking coffee that Tayitu has just made while I was staring at Paulos in disgust.

I snapped out of my thoughts and decided to listen to them.

I guess they finished talking about Saudi Arabia cause now they were talking about my sister .
And of course I couldn't miss it. And like always my father started it.
"I knew that you were a good man Paulos. That so called daughter of mine should've married you. She is such a fool."

How could he talk about my sister, his daughter like that?What ever she did he should not talk trash about his own daughter.

"Look at you, you are everything a man should be. Hard working, strong, well built. "

I literally burst out laughing when he calls him well built. Well built? If you call a 30 year old man with a stomach that looks like that of a pregnant woman's and smells like alcohol and has a double chin at this age well built then yeah why not?

He didn't know where to go or what to do. He was heating up listening to all the praise my father was giving him. He was smiling showing his disgusting teeth that will soon look as yellow as the sun. I would have done the same as my sister if I was about to marry this kind of guy. He was stealing glimpses at me giving one of those looks people give you her they are thinking of something evil.
I can't stand this anymore. So I stand up from my sit excuse my self and get out to get some fresh air.