Aunt Sheila watched me with stern eyes. It was like as if she was interrogating me. She hadn't been participating lately with our plan. She was busy with helping with her son's relocation work and also I didn't give her too many inputs. However I had reached end of my capabilities to stop the mishap. Now it depended on her.
She listened and didn't comment till I finished providing her the updates. When I ended my melodrama, she began her lecture, " I told you. You don't understand. She is smart....smart enough to understand your surprises. You should have given space." I sat as my mind drifted to other part of the world.
Her voice irritated me. The only way I could not get irritated was to distract myself. She didn't stop. She dragged and dragged the topic. If she ever participated in elocution, she would bag the first prize on speaking about how I was too illogical and insensitive for her niece.
Anyway I had to bear her for my love for Sherin. "Now we need to do something. This time you do my way.", she ended with the note that I should completely leave everything to her. It was funny to see her in light of fairy God mother. Unfortunately I didn't share good rapport with her.
" So we need to organise a party.", she said. "What! Party! Why?",I asked. I don't understand with Sherin's family's addiction to parties. There is party for any and every occasion whether it was good or bad according to them. These parties were usually surprise one. Aggh! So outdated!
"What do you mean why? Don't you want your wife back. The best thing we can do is pretend as if we were holding a party in name of my son's housewarming occasion. Then we can make her feel special and you propose her to marry you again.", she said. I argued, " I have proposed already and she said no. Did you realise that? Or did I just share boring story of someone else. You have already mentioned that giving surprises to her was not good idea." She looked at me as if she was going to gobble me up. Her rage looked obvious on her face.
(To be continued)
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