Arranged Love - Season 1 - Episode 9

4 years ago

Arranged Love - Season 1 - Episode 9

I took a sip of my milk. Maria grew a frown on her face. “You didn’t think to be with your wife than to work?” she asked with some disappointment. As Adrian got himself a panino (Italian word for panini), a server walked up to Adrian.

Adrian looked up at the server. “Espresso,” he simply said to him. “Yes sir,” the server said and walked away to the kitchen. Adrian turned is attention to his mother who was waiting of an answer. “I’m a busy man mother. You know how it is,” he said to her.
Pietro set his cup down on the table and gave his grandson a serious face. “Adrian. You are married now. You need to think about your wife first before your work,” he told him in a stern tone. “Yes sir,” Adrian said to his grandfather. At the corner of my eyes, I saw him turn his head to me.

I didn’t mind him working yesterday. He seemed to always have something in his mind. I didn’t want to be in his way. I rather have him work than to take care of me. I had been caring for myself since I became a teenager. As his wife, I should be supportive of him.

I managed to finish my breakfast and drank the remainder of my hot milk. “When do you plan on leaving?” his mother asked him. I set my cup at the table and looked at him. He finished his espresso and looked at his watch.
“I was thinking in an hour,” he told her. One hour until I really begin my new life in a different city . “Well, you two should go to your room and get ready,” Maria suggested to us. We got up from our seats and walked up the stairs to our room.

Like yesterday, it was a quiet walk. He had his hand on my lower small back and guided me back to our room. His touched felt warm but, it sent shivers up my spine. Once in our room, Adrian closed the door. I kept my gaze at the bed. For some reason, I haven’t been able to look at him straight in the eyes since our wedding. Nervousness was probably the reason.

I should probably pack.

I was about to walk to the closet until I heard Adrian’s voice. “You don’t need to pack anything. You can go on a shopping spree when we get home,” he told me. Home. The word sounded so foreign to me.

To me, home was San Francisco. San Francisco was my home. San Francisco was where I was raised since I was a baby. When Adrian said ‘home’, many emotions flowed through me. Mostly, I felt very confused.

For the rest of the hour, I sat on the bed thinking of the life before marriage. Adrian was working through the computer. Soon, my life in San Francisco will close. My new life in New York was about to begin.
knock…knock….

I came out my thoughts and looked at the door. The door opened to reveal Maria. “It’s time,” she told us. I took a shaky breath and stood up from the bed. Adrian got up from his desk and grabbed his briefcase.

He walked over to me and guided me out of the room and to the front doors. Pietro was there waiting for us. At the bottom of the stairs, a maid came to us with our jacket. I could tell that the jacket was bought for me.

Adrian took the jacket and helped me even though I didn’t need any help. After wearing our jackets, Maria gave us a hug. “Take care,” she said to us. After Maria’s hug, we faced Pietro. Adrian and Pietro shook hands.