Arranged Life

Chapter 2 - uh Oh

The first night was not that pleasant, that much was clear since my uncle and dad spent most of the night whispering in the front room, Like a couple of old ladies having a gossip.  Surely they were talking about me, always talking about me.  

What to do with me, how to handle my situation.  Always the same thing, no doubt about it, after all I had some experience.

I sat on the bed with Sam and tried to listen to their words, I loved how sound charried in these homes, but It juts made it harder fo us to sneak out, when we needed to.  Every creak, sounded like nails on a chalk board.  "god, This is ridiculous"  I whispered to sam who just rolled her eyes at me and shushed me.  I rolled my eyes back at her and resumed to listen to the conversation.  We only heard snippets since their voices kept fading in and out.  We picked out a few key sentences that had me a little tensed.

Take her pakistan....

She has school...almost 16....

I gulped and shared a look with sam when we heard these words.  "Shit, I'm so fucked" I whispered to sam, almost starting to freak out.  Then I heard My uncle and let out a sigh of relief.  "Leave her with me, I'm sure we'll have more luck fixing her" My uncle promised my father.  I wondered what It was that my uncle thought he could do.  What exactly did he think he could fix?

The next day came about and my dad left as he hugged me goodbye, like I was his special little girl, But I knew better, this was his way of saying ' you better stay in line girl, or I won't be so nice next time".  Yeah me and my father shared 'that' type of relationship, where he would widen his eyes alittle and I would get the message. 'behave, before I hurt you'

I smiled politely and waved as he drove away.  Keeping a smile plastered on my face as my uncle ushered me inside and quite politely told me to make him some tea.  Not english tea, no.  Paki's had to make it complicated.  It wasn't as simple as sticking the kettle on and waititng for the water to boil, pouring it into a cup with a tea bag and sugar, and maybe a little milk.  Nope, we had the lenghtly process of boiling the water in a pan along with a tea bag and sugar. Oh and the water and milk ratio..1 part water 3 parts milk.  How disgusting and fattening is that.

 After I waited for the water to boil brown I poured in the milk and waited another five minutes for it to boil.  I had the urge to spit into the mixture - But I held back, it wouldn't do.  I could use all the luck I could get and it wouldn't help if karma was kicking my ass every few seconds.