When I'm With You

Chapter 9

So on the very first day there was a quarrel over coffee.

At night I prepared dinner. Chris helped me. He also learned some recipes. Curry is paneer masala.

I was happy to see him enjoying paneer masala with chapati. I do not cook better than my mother. But he does not know it !

While cooking, he realized what the recipe was.

Dinner we ate right out of the kitchen. There is no dining table in this house.

During this time no one sits at the dining table and eats food. Sit where the television is and eat the food. To my knowledge that is so.

In my house, everyone eats together in front of the TV. Lots of things to talk about, family matters to discuss, folk tales to tell.

Chris is leaning on the slab and eating food. In front of him I was holding my plate in my hand and eating.

We liked paneer masala a lot more than chapathi.

"Teach me to cook some Indian food." Chris said before eating the masala.

"Of course"

"Thanks ... I will teach you too"

"I need a lot of time to learn cooking."

"So you don't like cooking, right?"

Chris was right. I don't like cooking. But I quickly learn only about the foods I like.

"Right, I don't like cooking"

Chris laughed out loud.

I said in detail, "I learned because my mother and grandmother forced me to learn cooking. They would say, 'You have to go to another house tomorrow, learn to cook something.'

"They are right."

"You know? This is a regular dialogue between all the girls in India and their mothers and grandmothers."

"Isn't that for your own good?"

"Of course, Umh... I don't like it."

"What about your husband? Poor Guy"

"I'm going to marry someone who helps me with the housework."

"That's funny" Chris laughed again.

"I'm serious," I said, tilting slightly.

"I can pray you get a husband as you wish", he quickly drank a glass of water.

"Then, what about your wife?" I asked him the same question.

"I haven't thought about it yet," he said, thinking carefully for a while.

"Ohhhhh ... sorry, you haven't been a filmstar yet. Is that why?" I teased.

"That too is a reason. But, really ... I haven't had time to think about it."

"What's that mean?" While eating the chapati I asked not understanding what he meant.

Chris finished his meal and walked over to the sink to wash the plate and said, "That means ...... 'That' "

I also ate my last piece of paneer and went to the sink to wash the plate. I stood behind him holding the plate to wash.

" You have two more years. I'll tell you everything," he said meaningfully, taking the washed and cleaned plate up.

I shook my head without saying anything.

After washing the plate and other utensils, I turned off the light in the kitchen and went to the living room.

We leaned back on the sofa and stared at the TV that had not been turned on.

" That means, you don't have a boyfriend." Chris stared at the TV and asked skeptically.

"Yes, I'm not committed yet," I said.

For a while I didn't said anything.

"That means, you have never loved anyone" I asked to make sure.
"Yes" Chris nodded and clarified.

We both looked at the TV and shook our heads not knowing why.

"When does the class start?" He asked, slowly leaning his head on the sofa.

"January 25"

I'm scared of the days to come. I'm not lucky in friendship. I have no one to call my sincere friend.

Sometimes it feels good. But so far I have not needed a friend. All my things I have done alone since childhood.

Some days I get a lot angry. Everything seems to be thrown away. Feels to sob aloud.

Some nights I cry over unnecessary things. It is very difficult to cry without making a sound.

If I talk to someone, everything will be fine. But there is no one to talk to.

The biggest pain of all is that I don’t know how to say all this. To whom?

Tears begin to flow before the words come out of the mouth.

I don’t know if this only happens to me or to all the girls.

Every time I look into Chris' eyes it seems like everything has to be said right now. But how can I tell him without even knowing the language?

I have to adjust and live without annoying him for two years.

I'm thinking more than my age. Therefore, I will understand anything quickly. But no one pays attention to my words because of my physical appearance.

Everyone thinks I'm immature because I'm physically short.

"Rishma ..." Chris shrugged and called.

I came out of my counsel. He looked at him blankly.

"Thinking of something?" Chris came up to me and asked gently.

"Ahh ... S .... Amhh .. Noting .. Just ..." I said something without touching anywhere.

"Are you scared?" Chris caught something.

With a fake laugh, I asked, "Why?"
"Oh come on ..." He shook his head and looked into my eyes without blinking.

His eyes have the power to bring out all my inner secrets.

It's not time to say it. I'll tell you everything soon enough.

He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow at what was going on.

"I'm scared," I said.

He did not say anything.

"Shall we sleep?" I asked him to get out of that topic.

"You tiny baby ..." he said and sat down next to me. A beautiful smile spread on his lips.

"Don't worry, it'll be all right in a few days." Tried to calm me down.

He waited for an answer, but I did not know what to say in reply.

With a smile on his face, he caressed my hair and said, "Go to sleep without worrying."

I got up from the couch, replying with a smile.
Chris also got up to sleep. We turned off the light in the living room and went to our room.

We can see each other because we are opposite rooms.

I didn't close the door of the room. Chris didn't close the door of his room either. Covered the whole body with a blanket. In his hand is the blanket he had given me in the morning. We both looked at each other and smiled before turning off the lights.