A tale of an arranged marriage

up with smiles from the fact that I do what I want plus what my parent required from the only child. But me being the only child was their doing and it was on purpose, nothing hurt than knowing t

ork with a beautiful music or voice from the radio, and me finally at work, listening attentively to my receptionist, working on something new or having a good argument and mind pouring activity with my employees, and although I got many negations from them, I was their boss, whatever I said stood and if it failed or it t

had added in a pout.

the second had spoilt her third senten

and her face gave out as output a co

that were not like me and I graduated with a first class result in Computer science. So you can imagine. With my life style, I'm supposed to be shy but I'm not. I think I'm a perfectionist, I want things exactly my way and when I don't, I end up doing it myself. Well my life was bright and I was livi

s then she threw her bag on my table and a smal

my nose for it to settle there, then i took my seat and expected her to do the same—although opposite me. My mother liked to talk and I am sure it

that she sat down and crossed her leg. Her intense look at me made me sense something s

e look back at her in confusion. I

d sarcastically.

rged with a relaxed e

arried

the best gift I have ever given you. I and your father have been worried. We didn't

of paper as a..." I tried saying wi

ave someone" she said in an anticipating smile. "What are you waiting for? Men wait

n't believe that was her issue whe

rowed brows. "Engage the lady this week and

pped her. Her face turned red for a while then it straig

ything but it's up to you to tell her no man is perfect. Then say some promising words to her. That was what yo

The silent treatment I gave made my mother confused, I could see her confused face partially. "What is it? Did the both of you b

thought of a common talk active woman breaking my heart

of it" she barked. "Wh

I'd be lonely to how I'd miss every good thing then to how I won't have ch

else would we get a grand child

t? This is th

ather agreed on one child, I lost the chances of having one

hed r

ly. Forget the daughter talk and everyt

assured. "Bye mom

s week?" She asked with wide

ion and was surprised that her response was a smi

I have nothing to do, I'm idle. Why would I bring up an idea if I have no solution.

ching for the perfect woman for her son, so I didn't bother. My father did not leave himself out of it, he made out time to meet with me, that week was like the most ridiculous week of my life. I had my parent's trimming up my work and personal time, I couldn't breath, they refused to give me space.

eyes when the woman left. "What is wro

ooks like a prostitute, with the too much li

ary of me and let me live my life just the way I wanted it. It took my mother quite a while to bring another lady who was seductiv

ed to my mother while the lady made herself comforta

she got upset and took the woman away. She called me after some days to te

I accused when I knew I should apologise "I hone

for you, you will get married" with that she hung up. I sighed and threw my phone on the bed, I needed to bath and hurry to the shopping mall, I had a l

hard, my friend from the university told me that afterno

stand" I said in confusion as I

like she won't give up, I thi

she was not worried. As far as I was concerned, I knew my mother was under pressure. I knew one of her show off friends had done someth

" I asked Richard although I knew

s mother. I mean what kind of a serious man will want to take a vacation with a woman and some children, laughing, eating, playing...the thought disgusted me. I nodded in deceit, Richard was not an advicer fit

" He asked like

e long regret. My mother can't dictate my l

looking at me coo

he was doing, neither were they for my good. One Saturday afternoon she came alone and refused to eat. Her weariness scared me. She looked like a dog that had wandered away from home. Like it had been beaten by the rain, scotched by the sun, slapped by the wind and had decided to settle out of weakness on the dried grou

" I a

telling me you don't like these ladies when you do not

nt and watch my mother sub

m good Christian homes and are vi

question so I just played with

brows for further explanation. "What is your taste in a woman?" She asked again but I hesita

at was the peak of all insults I had ever received in life. I knew if I stood up and left, I would look like I was hiding something, I knew if I kept qu

a smile. "I'm not just interested in the

lanation ma

e says that, he that finds a wife, finds a good thing. So let your aim be on a wife not a woman. When you start seein

up failing and let her win. Wow! For the first time. I watched my mother and her lips as they moved but my ears grew deaf and blocked,

losed books on the table for you to select from

rstand" I sai

or my child. By the special grace of God, I will get her

xclaimed in

work your clothes out and that of your best man. Don't worry, I will take care of all the preparations—it's just that i'd

ed. I had been watching her speech

form you" she looked excited at her idea. "Now I

how would you say I won't see

nce you don't know how to

ught of living with a strange, talk active, emotional being, with time I realised I had no choice. I would accept it, my hands had been