15

We had just returned mom and I finally took a dress, well the one she had chosen I must admit that it was not bad. Ah God I wonder where this story of marriage will lead us Irma already hates me but mom is not wrong at all if she is really she can only be happy.

It was 5pm when we entered the sumptuous house of Mr. Moab, once inside we found Irma in the living room, dad and my brother, as well as a gentleman from the back, it didn't take a genius to guess that it was Mr. Moab, strangely my heart began to beat at full speed perhaps because I was afraid that it would create tension between Irma and me again.

Dad: ah Dina! finally you are here Moab has come to see you my daughter

Me: yes, good evening daddy, I said simply.

Mr. Moab was still standing with his back to me, I wondered if he had not heard my father's voice calling me or if he was not hearing on purpose. I walked towards him and put my hand trembling on his back

Me: Mr. Moab....

He was surprised to see me, apparently he had not expected us to come back

Him: Good evening Dina, how are you today?

Me: I'm doing well by the grace of God and you?

Him: I'm fine, thank you

I just shook my head and started to leave before being interrupted by him

Him: wait

Me: yes

Him: could we talk?

I looked at my father to ask his opinion, he nodded.

Me: yes of course but could we go outside I would like to take some air

Him: As you wish, I don't mind at all

Me: Thanks, let's go

Him: after you

Once we arrived in the garden there was a bench on which we both sat

Me: then I listen to you what do you want to tell me

Him: have you come back to a better feeling?

After his sentence I smiled a little and turned to him to look him straight in the eyes

Me: what is your motivation?

Him: my motivation?

Me: yes for this marriage, this refusal of abandonment in front of my previous refusal, in front of the fact that you know that I

I probably don't love you?

Him: ok my motivation for all this is that I like you...a lot I want you for me only for me it doesn't matter if for the moment you don't like me it's not a problem sooner or later even if it takes time you will end up loving me.

Me: I will end up loving you?? okay but why is it only about me, you love me, if I'm not mistaken you talked about pleasing, will our marriage be based on the fact that you like me and I love you?

Him: no more than I have already accepted you

Me: you have accepted me, but you don't love me, why deprive you of the happiness of a marriage based on love?

Him: you know sometimes Dina you can love a person, marry him, but after a while you end up getting tired of him

Me: it is impossible

Him: for you it's impossible but you should know that it's often the case, I prefer to choose you while hoping that one day you will love me with all your heart than to wait for a reciprocal love that won't last long.

Me: you are strange I say while looking away

Him: yes it is not false, but you are also strange and that is not to displease me

Me: no I am not strange

Him: yes but only very naive

Me: sorry?

Him: you would be ready to sacrifice a potential happiness for your sister? that's being naive

Me: ok if you want it

Him: if I want it?? it's the reality in fact

Me: the reality?? it depends for whom for you or for me

Him: for us you are very naive, or else much too nice you had better change that

Me: if you tell me again I'll hit you

He looked at me for a few seconds and then burst out laughing, it was the first time that I saw him laughing so much

Me: what's so funny? uh??

Him: you! you are very funny. Let me tell you, you look like a baby

Me: What!! said I turning to him. I don't look like a baby at all, I'm 20 years old and I'm tall

Him: I don't deny it but that doesn't mean that you don't look like a baby

Me: Ok, that's it, I'm leaving, you have insulted me too much

Him: insulted ah ah you're not serious are you?

I don't answer I just look him in the eyes

Him: it's ok I'm sorry Dina

Me: ok! but I wasn't really angry it's me who got you I say laughing this time in my turn

Him: yeah you got me good I must admit.

Irma Malick

I was looking at them through the window since the beginning wondering what they could say to each other, Dina is not the kind of person who talks to the unknown and she was not agreeing to this marriage but from one day to the next, she seems to have accepted this reality, I saw them laughing together and I was jealous of it, it is me who should have been in her place, it is me who should have been happy at this moment but unfortunately not Dina stole my place and for that I am very angry at her.

After a while Dina got up and walked towards the house, I had to admit that she was pretty, my sister, not the kind that would take your breath away, but she was pretty enough, but what made her even more beautiful was her personality, she is a good person. A good person who without knowing it stole my happiness, I would like to move on but how Moab was the jackpot, he has almost everything, everything I want so much.

To be continued