Molly and I had gone to my home before they would. We started our makeover and my mum began all the preparations. I was tying my hijab and suddenly I heard the car horns in front of my house. So I scampered up to the window. There was no one. All excitement went in vain. After getting all ready, torturing my feet again with high heels, they were still not present.
At last, at 10, I heard the car sound and started peeping through the window further to see whether My Mr Man In Black had come along with them. I was really in such uncertainty that I can't explain it. Then something flashed in my eyes when I saw him walking through the crowds. I was screaming woo-hoo inside as soon as I saw him stepping on the sill of my inner world. I was pleading for the time to stop. I was wondering, "Why is My Mr Man In Black so late? Then I yelled politely, "Everyone, make yourself comfortable."
NB came in with a smile and had gone with a smile talking with none. My whole attention was on him. He unknowingly took my seat at the dinner table and I was so delighted. He only ate the King Prawns, his favourite, with the fried rice. That day, too, I couldn't eat a small lump of food. But you know what, the glass with which he had Diet Coke that day, I drank the Coke with the same glass without washing. What to do, I did want to feel the taste of heaven!
After having the main course, mum insisted, "Please, serve the desserts, hun." I did so and NB was staring at me. I was frank, "What are you staring at?" He trembled, "Nothing!" Well, I served him an Indian sweet made by my mum. Then with hopeful eyes, I held a spoon with a small slice of cake to feed him. He was refusing again and again. But when his mom, my aunt, grunted, " Have that! Can't you see she is requesting to taste that?" He had to have that piece immediately. I was so pleased with my aunt.
I couldn't even talk to him and he left before them. Scoundrel!