My Dream Marriage

Aniston

“Brother, do you think it will be cool if I invite Neera here? I think I should throw a party for her, buy a big cake for her or maybe take her shopping, what do you think?” Sara asks me again. She has been bugging me about Neera ever since the day they were kidnapped.

“Do you think she would accept your invitation? Even if she does, do you think her husband would let her?” I know for a fact that Edward would never let her get close to my family, we are like sworn enemies.

“Boring, I wouldn’t let my husband dictate to me what to and not to do. I know she is humble from the way she looks and anyone can take advantage of her.” I know that too, she is the kindest person I have ever met. “That explains why you did what you did, right?” I saw how Neera was somehow scared of her.

“Kind of but I was really upset that time but with what happened lately, after she saved me that day I felt so guilty and remorseful that she was the one who did that. That is like getting another chance to do the right thing. I never knew that a day would come when I would be yearning to see her,” she says and I have to admit that I also feel the same towards her. I look forward to seeing her everyday but I never get to. We have only met countable times and that only makes the urge to meet her grow every passing time.

“So how are you going to invite her? Do you have her contact?” All this while we have been together occasionally I have never even asked for her contact all in the name of respecting her status.

“Good question. See, I know where she stays so I can pay her a visit,” she says and I become alert. No, I cannot let her go anywhere near that family. I know we have been inviting each other to our respective functions but no, with all the information I have, with them being associated with the killer of my parents I can’t allow her.

“No Sara, you won’t do that. You were kidnapped and that should be enough to tell you to lie low for a while,” I say. “Have you found out who they were and what they wanted?” She asks. “Not yet and that’s why I need you to stay at home and not attract unwanted attention to yourself.”

“Aniston, don’t be paranoid like a grandma,” she says, relishing a forgotten memory of a woman that played a part in our existence years ago. “Have you ever stayed with a grandma before?” I don’t know where she got that kind of assumption that grandma’s are paranoid. “No, but I wish I had met mine even for a while. Dad said that she died years ago even before we were born. That’s sad. Brother, do you think we can pay a visit to her grave?” She asks something that I have been yearning to do for a long time. “I also wish I could but I don’t have the capacity to,” I say. “How? Do you need something to be able to go?” She doesn’t understand. “No, the thing is I don’t even know where she was buried.”

“What? Didn’t dad show you or tell you?” She looks at me as if I am not serious. “He didn’t. You remember him saying that grandma was killed under mysterious circumstances so her funeral was low-key so no one knows where her final resting place is. It is a secret that no one knows and because dad is already dead the secret went with him.

“Oh. That’s sad, how did she die? Did someone kill her?” She asks. “Something like that but I am not sure.” Michael enters from the front door and comes to where we are seated.

“Hey Michael? You look good,” Sara comments and Michael blushes and scratches his head. “Hello ma’am,” he says. “Ma’am? Oh no Michael I am not that old. Am I?” She narrows her eyes at him. She can be intimidating sometimes. He looks uncomfortable, he doesn’t look like the usual Michael I know, I can’t help smiling.

“No you aren’t.”

“Then you can call me Sara.”

“Michael, let’s meet in my study.” I dismiss him, seeing how Sara is taking advantage of him being vulnerable before her. “Okay sir,” he says and leaves immediately clearly relieved. “I don’t know why he still calls me ma’am after all this while,” she says. “He is just being respectful. Why do you hate being called that way?” He calls me sir, which I am okay with. “It makes me feel too old. I am not even an aunt and I am not even forty, can you imagine?” She asks and I chuckle.

“Do you need to be an aunt so as to be called ma’am? I thought you should be a mum then ma’am would suit you,” I say, knowing fully well that she doesn’t like talking about getting married. “No, you are older than me so it’s only fair that I become an aunt first. That reminds me, when am I going to meet my sister-in-law? You have been promising me for ages but you haven’t. I have never seen you with anyone, actually any girl for that matter. Wait, is it about that girl that you always dream about?”

“My promise still remains so be patient,” I say standing up from the couch. I don’t want to dwell too much on this topic. I have never met anyone who makes my heart skip a beat like her. When I found out that she was the one getting married to Edward, I had to step back. I decided to stay like this until I find THE ONE, but I am sure I will never be privileged to have one like her. “Okay then, I am looking forward to that.”

“So Michael, how far?” I ask him the moment I step into my study. “Sir, I managed to confirm from Maish’s brother about the original bullets. I have the documents that give me access to the government laboratory all thanks to him.” “It now means I need to look for the gun owner,” I say. “Yes, we have a few leads but we can’t conclude anything right now. The designer of that particular weapon is still alive,” he says and that gives me more hope. “Good, have you talked to him?”

“Yes and he promised to reveal to me the names of the people who had ordered from him during that period because they tend to be confidential. From that list we can get a lead that could tell us whose weapon it was,” he says. “That is quite commendable Michael. What is his price?” Surely no one can do such kind of work for free, especially having to dig deep into something that happened a long time ago.

“No, nothing, nada. He told me that he knew your parents so he told me to go back after sometime because it will take long before he gets the right list,” that makes sense. “Alright then, be sure to update me on everything. You can leave now. I won’t be coming to the office today. All my meetings will be on Skype and you will bring me the documents that need my signature later.” I say. I don’t feel like getting out of the house today. “No problem sir, good day.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.