She’s here, she actually came, I could not stop thinking about her yesterday, she’s dressed differently from yesterday, she is wearing a red clothe that’s wrapped around here, she has beads on her ankles and arms, she looks prettier than yesterday, am I even allowed to feel that way about her.
As she sits next to me she smiles and touches my hair, she looks at my books in curiosity, and she gets closer to see if I am real, well at least that’s what I am thinking she’s thinking. I want to talk to her, have a conversation with her but we don’t understand each, but from that day we kept meeting learning each other’s languages, I know her name means Beauty, we understand each other a little more, she speaks English even though it’s not fluent and it’s only been just two months.
“Samuel, when are you going back home? To where you come from” she asks
“Uhm I don’t know, but I think in a couple of weeks, but I will visit you whenever I can”
“I am getting married in a couple of days”
“What? How? Do you even love him? Are you not a little too young to be getting married?”
“It's my culture, and it’s an arranged marriage”