04-12-2020, 08:35 PM
After a couple of emotional hours, I called the company lawyer of my workplace, and explained my desire to get married to Gabi. He listened to me attentively and then explained me the complete procedure for a Civil Marriage. He said it was not a problem to get married in the temple too, but I must get a receipt from the priest and must have at least three eyewitnesses and photographs of the wedding. Then I was to file for a wedding registration at the Marriage Registrar and it can be done on any working day. He suggested that Gabi should apply for a ‘no impediment certificate’ from the Brazilian embassy as soon as possible. Once it comes, everything is straightforward.
Of course, before that he needed to have additional information of Gabi about her home address, birth details, contacts for reference check, and her marital status for a thorough background check. I asked him to complete the formalities on my behalf and explained that we are planning a grand wedding later. He was amused to see me behave like a kid and said that he would need copies of all the documents, and he will do the needful. I arranged for a meeting with the lawyer the next day to complete all these necessary formalities and paper works.
Next, we called home. Ma and Dad were super excited. They asked for all the details. I explained to them that I really wanted a simple wedding, preferably at an old temple, with only very close family members. We can later throw a grand party for everyone else. My parents loved the idea, and said that they will get a date, and find a location in our hometown for us to get married. I thanked them and requested them that the location be an ancient temple. Next, Gabi called a few of her very close friends and told them how I proposed her, and how she agreed. She also explained the situation and their support for the necessary paperwork. Her friends were super excited, and they were happy to help us. Finally, Gabi called her home.
It is worth noting that it had been a couple of months since she had called her home. With her studies, and with their dry reception to her calls, Gabi’s calls back home reduced. And to her own surprise, they did not seem to miss her. She never received any calls or emails from them! Ordinarily, we would expect that parents, after hearing from their children after such a long time would be happy. But not her parents. Whatever hope that Gabi held for having a nice chat with them, or having a happy reaction from them, faded almost instantly. First her mother lambasted her for contacting her after such a long gap, which turned into accusation and counter accusation on who could have contacted, if the other could not. It soon started to turn ugly, and before it could really reach a level of boiling point, I jumped in. I never spoke with Gabi’s mother before.
"Hello Mrs. Sousa." I tried to smile.
"Oh… so YOU are the one keeping her these days?" she teased me.
God! This woman IS ugly - ugly in heart, ugly in her mind, and ugly in language! Is Gabi really her daughter?
"Excuse me?"
"You Indians like white skin so much that you will do anything for it, eh!"
I was shocked. Was this woman out of her mind?
"What did you promise her? A shelter? So that you could fuck her every day?" that woman was spewing shit. I could take it no more. Gabi was already crying. The whole happy mood was destroyed.
"Now, wait a minute. You are such a foul woman that I can not stand to talk to you even for a minute. I wonder how Gabi even tolerates you! It is anyway going to be our last conversation with you. She only wanted to tell you about our decision to get married. Do you hear me? We are getting married. I thought this news could do something good for your miserable shitty life." and saying that I disconnected the call.
My head was spinning. I really could not fathom the amount of negativity and venom in Gabi’s mother. What was her problem? Why can’t she be happy for a change? Gabi was crying uncontrollably. She was mumbling apologies for her Mother’s rude behavior. I held her close to me, trying to pacify her, saying soothing words. It took me some time and lot of effort to calm Gabi down… at least from the outside. Her inside must still be crying. I kept on stroking her hair, while holding her near to me. Kissing her occasionally. Saying assuring words. I was pleased that she fell asleep in sometime. I noticed that there were goose bumps on her forearms. It was getting cold after all. November was already passing. I stayed like that for some time, so that Gabi goes into deep sleep and then lifted her in my arms and took her to my room. I laid her on the bed and covered her with blanket.
Kajal came a bit late that night. When she pressed the call-bell, Gabi startled and woke up letting out a loud cry. I opened the door, and when Kajal came inside, she was also worried. She had heard Gabi’s cry.
"What happened to Didi?" she asked.
"Nothing. She was just startled. That’s all…" my answer did not pacify Kajal. She marched in to my room.
She immediately understood that Gabi cried a lot. Gabi’s eyes were puffed, her tears dried on her cheeks, nose, and cheeks red - all these were telltale signs. I did not go inside; I was already sad. After about 10-15 minutes, Kajal came out and looked in a menacing manner at me.
"What did you do to her?"
"Nothing Kajal. I proposed to her today, and she wanted to tell her mother about it. They had a fight. That’s why she is sad."
"Oh…" Kajal said, and then after a couple of moments in dawned on her, "What? You proposed to her? Wow!" she was visibly happy. She was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me several times. Finally, she happily went to the kitchen to do her chores. Gabi by that time had gotten out of the bed and saw Kajal kissing me. When I saw her, I took her hand and came out to sit in the balcony.
"Gabi, I am sorry I spoke indecently with your mother."
"No dear! There is nothing to be sorry about. She deserved what she got. She didn’t have any rights to speak like that with you. I know you and your nature. I must have hurt you. I am sorry."
"No honey! Please don’t be. I am your family now. Mummy and Daddy both love you very much. In you, they see their daughter."
"Yes honey, I love them too. Mummy loves me very much. And you are right, all of you are my family now… and I can’t stress more to tell you how happy I am! Really!!"
We kissed. We kissed for a long time. When we finally disengaged, Gabi asked,
"Did you fuck your maid, honey?" she asked - not complaining, just asking, and sitting beside me. I decided to be truthful.
"No. But she has seen me naked so many times that I have nothing to hide from her now."
She seemed to understand what I said, but still she teased me, "Yeah? You are not so simpleton, you old goat!" she remarked jokingly.
I then told her in brief about all my encounters with Kajal. Gabi was fascinated and even aroused hearing all that.
"She IS beautiful woman, and I am very happy that she gave you happiness." She said.
"That means you are not angry or offended?"
"Nonsense! Why will I get angry or offended? Are you angry with the fact that I have had so many sexual partners?"
"No." and that was truth.
"Then how can I, and why will I be offended? In fact, I am a bit sad, knowing that I could have been here doing all those things and much more for you."
"They say it is never too late to say sorry" I smiled.
"Indeed!" She paused for a while; her face was serious. She was thinking. I waited. Then she said, "Honey, do you know that when I thought about our first copulation, I wanted it to be special. If you ask me, I will not deny you at all - you have more than hundred percent rights on me. But I wanted to make it special for you."
"Gabi, for me you are special. Being with you makes me feel special. I do not care about circumstances or settings. With you, even a hut is a palace for me. I love you and that is the only thing that matters to me. It is all right that you want to wait… I will not push you into anything… even after we are married. But, honestly, I just want you, and I want to give you all the happiness that I can manage."
"Honey. May I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Do you trust Kajal?"
"Trust as in?"
"Do you TRUST her?" I know what she meant.
"Yes, I do. I trust her with everything."
"Great! Can you ask her to stay overnight?"
"I can. Sure. But it is up to her, really. What is on your mind?"
"I just want to be surrounded by people who love each other."
"…and I am not sufficient?"
"Honey, you are more than sufficient. But I also want a womanly or you can say a ‘motherly touch’. Please. Honey, please ask her."
Of course, before that he needed to have additional information of Gabi about her home address, birth details, contacts for reference check, and her marital status for a thorough background check. I asked him to complete the formalities on my behalf and explained that we are planning a grand wedding later. He was amused to see me behave like a kid and said that he would need copies of all the documents, and he will do the needful. I arranged for a meeting with the lawyer the next day to complete all these necessary formalities and paper works.
Next, we called home. Ma and Dad were super excited. They asked for all the details. I explained to them that I really wanted a simple wedding, preferably at an old temple, with only very close family members. We can later throw a grand party for everyone else. My parents loved the idea, and said that they will get a date, and find a location in our hometown for us to get married. I thanked them and requested them that the location be an ancient temple. Next, Gabi called a few of her very close friends and told them how I proposed her, and how she agreed. She also explained the situation and their support for the necessary paperwork. Her friends were super excited, and they were happy to help us. Finally, Gabi called her home.
It is worth noting that it had been a couple of months since she had called her home. With her studies, and with their dry reception to her calls, Gabi’s calls back home reduced. And to her own surprise, they did not seem to miss her. She never received any calls or emails from them! Ordinarily, we would expect that parents, after hearing from their children after such a long time would be happy. But not her parents. Whatever hope that Gabi held for having a nice chat with them, or having a happy reaction from them, faded almost instantly. First her mother lambasted her for contacting her after such a long gap, which turned into accusation and counter accusation on who could have contacted, if the other could not. It soon started to turn ugly, and before it could really reach a level of boiling point, I jumped in. I never spoke with Gabi’s mother before.
"Hello Mrs. Sousa." I tried to smile.
"Oh… so YOU are the one keeping her these days?" she teased me.
God! This woman IS ugly - ugly in heart, ugly in her mind, and ugly in language! Is Gabi really her daughter?
"Excuse me?"
"You Indians like white skin so much that you will do anything for it, eh!"
I was shocked. Was this woman out of her mind?
"What did you promise her? A shelter? So that you could fuck her every day?" that woman was spewing shit. I could take it no more. Gabi was already crying. The whole happy mood was destroyed.
"Now, wait a minute. You are such a foul woman that I can not stand to talk to you even for a minute. I wonder how Gabi even tolerates you! It is anyway going to be our last conversation with you. She only wanted to tell you about our decision to get married. Do you hear me? We are getting married. I thought this news could do something good for your miserable shitty life." and saying that I disconnected the call.
My head was spinning. I really could not fathom the amount of negativity and venom in Gabi’s mother. What was her problem? Why can’t she be happy for a change? Gabi was crying uncontrollably. She was mumbling apologies for her Mother’s rude behavior. I held her close to me, trying to pacify her, saying soothing words. It took me some time and lot of effort to calm Gabi down… at least from the outside. Her inside must still be crying. I kept on stroking her hair, while holding her near to me. Kissing her occasionally. Saying assuring words. I was pleased that she fell asleep in sometime. I noticed that there were goose bumps on her forearms. It was getting cold after all. November was already passing. I stayed like that for some time, so that Gabi goes into deep sleep and then lifted her in my arms and took her to my room. I laid her on the bed and covered her with blanket.
Kajal came a bit late that night. When she pressed the call-bell, Gabi startled and woke up letting out a loud cry. I opened the door, and when Kajal came inside, she was also worried. She had heard Gabi’s cry.
"What happened to Didi?" she asked.
"Nothing. She was just startled. That’s all…" my answer did not pacify Kajal. She marched in to my room.
She immediately understood that Gabi cried a lot. Gabi’s eyes were puffed, her tears dried on her cheeks, nose, and cheeks red - all these were telltale signs. I did not go inside; I was already sad. After about 10-15 minutes, Kajal came out and looked in a menacing manner at me.
"What did you do to her?"
"Nothing Kajal. I proposed to her today, and she wanted to tell her mother about it. They had a fight. That’s why she is sad."
"Oh…" Kajal said, and then after a couple of moments in dawned on her, "What? You proposed to her? Wow!" she was visibly happy. She was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me several times. Finally, she happily went to the kitchen to do her chores. Gabi by that time had gotten out of the bed and saw Kajal kissing me. When I saw her, I took her hand and came out to sit in the balcony.
"Gabi, I am sorry I spoke indecently with your mother."
"No dear! There is nothing to be sorry about. She deserved what she got. She didn’t have any rights to speak like that with you. I know you and your nature. I must have hurt you. I am sorry."
"No honey! Please don’t be. I am your family now. Mummy and Daddy both love you very much. In you, they see their daughter."
"Yes honey, I love them too. Mummy loves me very much. And you are right, all of you are my family now… and I can’t stress more to tell you how happy I am! Really!!"
We kissed. We kissed for a long time. When we finally disengaged, Gabi asked,
"Did you fuck your maid, honey?" she asked - not complaining, just asking, and sitting beside me. I decided to be truthful.
"No. But she has seen me naked so many times that I have nothing to hide from her now."
She seemed to understand what I said, but still she teased me, "Yeah? You are not so simpleton, you old goat!" she remarked jokingly.
I then told her in brief about all my encounters with Kajal. Gabi was fascinated and even aroused hearing all that.
"She IS beautiful woman, and I am very happy that she gave you happiness." She said.
"That means you are not angry or offended?"
"Nonsense! Why will I get angry or offended? Are you angry with the fact that I have had so many sexual partners?"
"No." and that was truth.
"Then how can I, and why will I be offended? In fact, I am a bit sad, knowing that I could have been here doing all those things and much more for you."
"They say it is never too late to say sorry" I smiled.
"Indeed!" She paused for a while; her face was serious. She was thinking. I waited. Then she said, "Honey, do you know that when I thought about our first copulation, I wanted it to be special. If you ask me, I will not deny you at all - you have more than hundred percent rights on me. But I wanted to make it special for you."
"Gabi, for me you are special. Being with you makes me feel special. I do not care about circumstances or settings. With you, even a hut is a palace for me. I love you and that is the only thing that matters to me. It is all right that you want to wait… I will not push you into anything… even after we are married. But, honestly, I just want you, and I want to give you all the happiness that I can manage."
"Honey. May I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Do you trust Kajal?"
"Trust as in?"
"Do you TRUST her?" I know what she meant.
"Yes, I do. I trust her with everything."
"Great! Can you ask her to stay overnight?"
"I can. Sure. But it is up to her, really. What is on your mind?"
"I just want to be surrounded by people who love each other."
"…and I am not sufficient?"
"Honey, you are more than sufficient. But I also want a womanly or you can say a ‘motherly touch’. Please. Honey, please ask her."
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