"What I mean by casual is not about the style of dress."
Shahbaz, who heard that statement, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was really beyond his expectations. At first, he thought that by 'casual' his son meant a beautiful girl with a casual appearance. But who would have thought that it wasn't?
"Then what kind of 'casual' do you want?" Shahbaz is clearly frustrated. He only had Pasha as a child and his only son as successor. But taking care of his marriage felt like taking care of the marriage of three children.
"Her personality, perhaps?" Pasha sounded ambiguous.
"Okay, then let's move on to the second flower." Refusing to give up, Shahbaz immediately replaced the photo with a photo of the second candidate. He still hopes that one of the three candidates will interest his son.
"As you can see, this second candidate is quite beautiful and feminine"
In the photo you can see a beautiful girl with shoulder-length curly hair. Wearing a knee-length pink dress, she appeared to be smiling charmingly with a bouquet of white lilies in her hand. The girl is standing sweetly, in the background of the garden in the afternoon.
"Her character is very different from the first candidate. She is warm and cheerful. Still playing around business, she started a large cake shop at a young age and it could be said that the results were quite advanced and successful. It's just that she was a bit wasteful, because she followed too much fashion. So what do you think? ?"
Pasha shook his head. Reject.
"Really—n-no?"
Pasha nodded his head.
"Then we will see the last flower." This time Shahbaz really gave in. He pushed the last candidate's photo towards Pasha, with a hopeless look.
"This is the final candidate. It looks like you won't like it."
Pasha glanced briefly at the photo. Seeing a petite girl, sitting on a swing with a book in her hand. She wore a very simple gamis with avocado green colour. Her thin face was wrapped quite neatly in a very simple plain milk chocolate pashmina. Because her face was looking down at the book, he failed to explore her face any further.
"Say something about her!"
Shahbaz, who heard this, widened his eyes in surprise. He would never have guessed that his son would be interested in the little girl in the photo. If his son had asked that, wouldn't it mean that the little girl in the photo had succeeded in capturing his interest? Shahbaz smiled secretly in his heart. He still has hope.
"For this last candidate, there is a very contrasting difference from the two previous candidates. She is the youngest daughter who rarely appears in public. This girl is quite mysterious and too secretive. On her social media account, she doesn't use a photo of herself. But I think she is still too young. She is just in her twenties and still studying at the university for her undergraduate programme"
After explaining all that, Shahbaz hesitantly asked, "Y-you're not interested in her, right?"
Even though he really hopes that of the three candidates, one will be chosen.
But Shahbaz never expected that the final candidate would be selected. Because according to him, the girl was still too young to marry early. She was still actively studying in the college, how could Shahbaz has the heart to destroy that enthusiasm. Besides that, the girl and her son were ten years apart in age. Which little girl would want to marry a man ten years older than her
"Arrange a meeting for me with her," Pasha said simply.
Suddenly Pasha's answer made Shahbaz's eyes almost pop out, "You think carefully! This girl is still too young to get married, you are ten years apart in age. With you being that old for her, do you think she will marry you?"
Shahbaz doesn't know how to describe his feelings right now. On the one hand, he felt so happy, he almost didn't know how to express it. After negotiating marriage with his son for so long, this was the first time he had received a positive response.
But on the other hand, he didn't want to destroy the little girl in the photo. At first glance at the small picture, he immediately knew it was the appearance of an innocent girl who was obedient and very gentle. With this son's character and temperament, would the little girl be capable enough to handle him?
"In my opinion, the top two candidates are the most suitable for you. The first candidate looks quite casual? Don't you really want your future bride to have special characteristics like this? But this third candidate, she is clearly a graceful and feminine woman."
Pasha just nodded silently. His dark black eyes seemed to glint with an indescribable coldness. Pulling the corners of his lips, he smiled stiffly, "But only this little girl, who meets the 'casual' criteria I mean."
Shahbaz wanted to hit his head against the wall. Until now, he had no idea what kind of 'casual' criteria his son wanted. For a moment his eyes glanced at the small photo. He still didn't want the girl to fall into his son's hands. Besides the logic was pressing him quite hard—
Haven't your ambitions been achieved? Your son is getting married soon and what else do you need to worry about?
But his conscience knocked softly on his heart again—
Are you willing for that little girl to fall into the hands of your heartless son? Do you have the heart to destroy her young spirit who is busy studying by marrying your son just for business variables?
"Just forget about the candidate this time! Give me a clear picture of the 'casual' criteria you mean. I'll try to find it again for you."
"That's fine," Pasha nodded his head casually. Besides, the one who really couldn't wait for him to get married was his father, not him, "But..."
"But what?" Shahbaz has a bad feeling about this.
"The 'casual' criteria I mean—unfortunately it's not described"
"What?" Suddenly Shahbaz screamed in surprise, "Pasha, stop playing around. Getting married is a serious matter. Are you going to continue living single until you are old like this? If so, who will continue the family?"
"Of course I am"
"You know? Then why is it so difficult to discuss marriage with you? If your requests continue to be strange like this, even if your skin wrinkles, you will never get it..."
"That, I just got it" Pasha pointed to the photo of the third candidate which was still on the table, "You disagree and think to find another."
"Fine" Shahbaz let out a rough breath. He had no other choice. With great compulsion he had to take the third candidate or else...
Maybe he will grow old without a grandchild by his side.
"I will go to her family and discuss about that you want this little girl as your wife."
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