An old type of house is just like the houses in the town in general. Naturally, These houses are a bit gloomy. This house looked like a huge mourning house. It is squeaking all around. No people. It is made like a gate with banana trees, it is better to call it a farce of the gate than a gate. Coloured paper chains on one side, blank on the other. The coloured paper is less readable, or people's enthusiasm for the gate is gone.
My uncle is shocked. The groomsmen are making faces. What's the matter?
A naughty boy in a half-shirt came and said, "You sit down. Rest."
I said, "Where are the other people? Where is the girl's great uncle?" The boy said in a dry voice, "Yes, everyone is there. You rest."
I said, "Is there a problem?"
The boy smiled faintly and said, "No, what's the problem?" With that, he entered the house. Don't go out anymore!
Rest arrangements for the groomsmen to get sheets in the living room. A whole dozen folding chairs on the porch. That's all there is to decorating a wedding.
Uncle said, "Didn't I say bad luck? Do you believe now? Who knows what happened! I don't think there is a girl in the house. She ran away with someone. So now we have to be humiliated.
Uncle got a little excited. Last year he had a minor stroke. Matters of tension can cause him harm. I tried to handle uncle. I smiled and told him to wash his hands and face and lie down. I'm looking for what is happened. Uncle said sharply, "What do you wash your hands and mouth with, tell me? Has anyone given water to wash hands and face? Don't you understand? They are trying to finalize the insult."
"What are you saying, uncle!"
"When the words come true word for word, then you will understand what I am saying. He will take off everyone's clothes and leave them all naked. The people of the neighbourhood will bring it and give it a whitewash. If you don't believe me, write it down."
As soon as uncle finished speaking, a man wearing a blue lungi (one kind of garment which is only worn by men) came in with a bucket of water and a mug in a plastic bucket. He said with a face like a stone, "Wash your hands and face. The tea is coming."
Uncle said, "Beware, no one will drink tea, beware! Let's see what matters."
The sound of crying is coming from inside the house. Crying is not uncommon at a wedding. But these cries seem unusual. A middle-aged man enters with a large kettle of tea. I said to him, "What's the matter, brother?" The man said, "Nothing."
The crying inside the house intensified at this time. Crying and lamentation in the feminine throat. Just as the crying started suddenly, so the crying stopped suddenly. Almost immediately the girl's great uncle entered. Seeing the gentleman, it seemed that a storm had blown over him. We were stunned to hear what he said in a low voice. What a disaster! We found out that his eldest son had died a while ago. He was suffering from illness for a long time. It was too much since this morning. This is the reason why everything has become random. He is ashamed, sorry and remorseful for this. But no matter how difficult it is, marriage will happen. Tonight will not be possible, the next day.
As he spoke, he burst into tears.
My uncle is a very emotional person. He may get angry easily, but it doesn't take long for that anger to turn into cold water. He hugged the girl's great uncle and cried himself. He said in a sobbing voice, "Don't worry about us at all. We don't need anything, you go inside the house, sir. "
A strange situation! It would have been better if We had heard that the girl had run away. Anger could have been poured out on someone.
We groomsmen are very embarrassed. We can see the locals now. They've probably been in the house for so long. We are in the living room. Almost one by one we sat down to die of hunger. We don't understand if there is an arrangement for food. As soon as someone whispered this to the uncle, he said angrily, "Have you lost your mind? It is a matter of great sorrow, and you are anxious to eat!" What a shame! What happens if you don't eat one night? Beware, no one in front of me will utter the word of food."
We went silent. A 12-13-year-old girl came and left a betel leaf's vase full of betel leaf. The girl has swollen eyes while crying. Still crying. Uncle said to the girl, "sweet little girl, you don't have to be busy at all. We don't need anything."
One solution to the problem of staying and eating around eight o'clock at night. The locals decided that everyone would take one or two guests to their house. The wedding will be the next afternoon.
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