Anu And Her First Love (Complete)

chapter three

THREE

ARJUN SMITH

The very next day we took our private jet and flew to India for the first time. After a day of flying, we were landed in India at night, for them, and I was tired about everything that was happening in my life. And once we reached our house in India where my mom was born and lived for a year before her parents moved to America for her father's job, I went straight to bed.

The next evening, I took a shower and changed into my tuxedo, and got out of my room with one last glancing on the mirror just to check my hair.

While I was closing the door behind me I heard another door creaked open and exposed Charles in the hallway who was also wearing a tuxedo which shows his muscles still those were covered by his black coat.

"Had a good sleep?" I asked him as he closed his door.

"You know this house was very comfortable. Made of bricks huh?" He smiled. "I thought of going out and explore some new places and cultures. What about you?" he asked.

I nodded accepting the fact. But when he said he was going out and with that outfit, I was no idea what he meant by that. "Going out to a wedding ceremony?" I asked him curious because how can he never come to know that while exploring some new places, you don't have to wear formal suits.

"Sort of,"

"What?" I asked.

"Today, now we are going to meet your future wife, dude. Didn't your mom mention that?"

"No"

"Well... she may be thought of giving you a surprise, I guess. I shouldn't have told you. But I've got a question." I nodded as if I was encouraging him to ask me. "If you didn't know that we were going on a dinner then why you wear this tux?" He asked.

"I just finished my meeting with my workers for our next projects," I said.

"I see,"

We hoped in on our Indian plated BMW and drove to that girl's house. While we were on the road mom told me that I'd like her because she was her selection.

I exhaled in disbelief.

Her house wasn't too big or too small. It was good enough for four middle-class people to live. We walked towards their house through the main gate to the main door. Mom flicked the bell switch, the girl with short hair wearing three forth jeans and a kurta opened the door without any noise with a big welcoming smile on her face. We assumed that might be her younger sister.

"Vaanga, (Welcome)" she said in a language that I wasn't familiar with, and later I asked mom and she translated it into English.

When we were about to enter the house she blocked us by keeping her arms on the door. I was angry for blocking us in the middle of the doorway. But I was also surprised when I still saw her innocent smile on her face.

"Sorry. But... no shoes and sandals allowed inside our house. Please leave them on the door. You know um... typical Indian tradition." She smiled. When we were still looking at her what she just did, she apologized. "Sorry. And please..."

We removed our shoes from the door and entered their house and sat in the living room as she shouted something from the same room so that her mom can hear her somewhere in the house. "Amma, yaaro vandhirukkaanga, (Mom, we have visitors but I don't know who they are.)"

"You don't know us?" mom asked her.

"No," she said as feeling guilty because she may be thought that we people don't know the language which she was speaking. We can't speak but my mom was exceptional because her mother tongue was the same as that girls. "You speak Tamil?" she asked, amused.