Amnesia

Chapter two - Baptism

"You're going to be baptized." He said and I laughed "What are you talking about?"

It was the early days of May 2013. It was another beautiful spring day with him, the man I'm supposed to be married to in a couple of months, and my seminar partner at college.

  He looked so serious, and somewhat surprised. "What?" I asked. "What is it George?" I turned my head towards that beautiful scene of Brena city.

We were senior business students at Brena University. When we first me four years ago, no one ever thought that George and I would be the department's couple. I truly hated him back then, He acted as if everyone around him was stupid, and everything was boring. His attitude changed over the time, and it made see those brown eyes, handsome face with his beard and brown Leonardo Di Caprio hairstyle. I can't remember when and how our relationship developed this way.

"Luna, when we get married, you'll be baptized, because you're catholic and I'm orthodox" he said.

"What? What are you talking about?" I said with confusion. I felt like I needed sometime to process what he said. Did he just talk about denominations? I've always known that there were difference between the Christian denominations, but.. "You're saying that the orthodox church doesn't consider me a Christian, so I need to be baptized again to marry you?" I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, "stop joking around, this is not funny."

- "I'm not joking Luna, and no it's not like that, you need to understand that.."

- "understand what. Is this cross I'm wearing some kind of a joke to you?"

- "No, listen to me, you need to understand that our church represents the origin.."

He continued explaining religious things for about ten minutes. I have never thought that we'd be discussing such things with him and he was very careful and serious about it. I could see it in his eyes. To me, it wasn't a matter of faith only, it was a matter of principles. I wasn't that religious after all but still I have some belonging to my church, to that place where I go pray on Sundays, to that priest that taught me everything about Christianity, to that nun who raised me at school. George, speaking that way shocked me.

I've read so many stories about people from different religions or regions having conflicts with their relationships, but two Christians, that was nonsense to me.

- "Luna my love, do you hear me?"

- "What? Yes, yes. Listen I need to go home, we'll talk about it later"

I drove my car for half an hour, then went home, had some sushi my sister Celine had made, and then watched TV with my family.

"Luna, How was your day?" Mom asked to break my weird silence.

"pretty good" I said. She was looking for answers.

"How is George, you said earlier that he'll be having dinner with us tonight." She asked.

"He had to go home to see his mother, she is sick, it might be a flu." I lied, but it was obvious she did not believe me.

"Ok, call her to check on her."

"I will, maybe tomorrow morning, it's getting late now." Then I headed to my room.

That day, and all the days after, we kept arguing about the same issue. Our seminar presentation was soon, so we made up our minds to discuss this matter with a priest after the presentation.

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Living in Brena city means you have to hold to certain traditions and beliefs. Boy or girl, they should keep living with their families until they get married. Public love acts are not preferable, even in private; they both have to keep their honor until marriage, officially in a church or in a mosque.