An Arranged Marriage - Episode 8

 

I didn't know what to expect when I had decided to come up here so late in the night. 

I finished with father by past 11 and before I could get a cab that was willing to take me into these hills it took a while. 

I will admit I made an error in judgement. 

I look at the card the butler had given to me and I look back at the door of the house, I turn around my cane clacking as I exit the compound through the gate, ready to begin the tenuous trekking down the hill. 

How someone decides to build a house on a hill is beyond me, I mean, we already know you are rich, there's no need to build a house that gives the illusion of you lording over us mere mortals. 

My mind goes back to the man who spoke to me at the door just now, is he Caspian? The one who bought the land from my father? 

I remember his bare chest and feet, a blush riding my face as I slowly, oh so slowly walk, looking about the road for any signs of a cab. 

It's wasn't hard to guess what he had been doing, what I had disturbed, not when that beautiful woman had flounced past me in a wind of perfume and red hair. 

I blush again, it's hardly appropriate for me to be thinking these thoughts, I might be twenty five and all, but I'm as inexperienced as a new born babe. 

Sheesh, I know my siblings have done things, with guys, they've told me about it, except Anaya of course who can't stomach the sight of me. 

But the things they've told me about sometimes makes me blush. 

I have come to the conclusion a long time ago that I am going to die single and with no fun in my life. 

I sigh, look down the road again and still no sign of a cab, I don't want to think what will happen to my legs if I decide to trek home, I remember that my cell phone is with me, I double tap to atleast call a cab and its just my luck that there is no cell service up the hill. 

Well. 

I would have to walk down this death trap of a hill to get reception then, thank you father, not. 

***

I groan as the sunlight hits my face. 

What time is it? I roll and check to see its past 9 in the morning. 

Ugh. 

My shoulders ache, my legs ache, my head aches, my soul aches too. 

I got in pretty late last night or early this morning, depending on how you look at it. 

I had trekked down the hill and even when I got reception the cab was an hour away, I had to wait in the blistering cold for the cab to turn up. 

When I got in I didn't even take off my coat, I just dived into bed, the festivities of the day finally getting to me. 

I turn my head to stare out the window and I watch a bird flit through it, my curtains being blown by the wind. 

This house had been built by my mother with the little money my grandmother had left her, a good thing too because at this exact moment I can't imagine paying rent and shouldering all the other bills. 

I cast my mind to last night and I wonder if I should make an appointment or just walk into his office, considering the harshness I got last night I think the former would be a wise choice. 

I roll from my bed, standing on my feet and I cry out, tumbling to the floor, banging my head on my bed post. 

I huff a breath that sounds like a sob, my leg hurts really bad, sometimes I forget to get up with my cane or lean on something to get up, this is the result of that. 

I breath through my mouth to get rid of the pain in my head before leaning against the bed post and standing up, I walk gingerly to my dressing table and I seat, making the call. 

A receptionist answers me and I am told I won't be able to make an appointment until the end of next month, his schedule is that full. 

Well, I don't have until the end of next month. 

I tell her this and she apologizes, saying there is nothing she can do about that. 

I sigh, she waits, I sigh some more and she asks if there is anything more she can to help me, I thank her but tell her no, before disconnecting. 

"Nady! Breakfast!" Aroofa's voice says from downstairs and I cringe. 

I'm really hungry but I pray to the most high above with hope in my heart that Aroofa did not prepare breakfast. 

My sister might be model material, beautiful down to her bones but she is not a good cook. 

AN

Happy Sunday, 

Have a nice one full of love and laughter. 

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