“How old are
you?”
“22”
A and Mr S was having a conversation about
marriage. Mr. S looked rather disagree with A’s decision. Curious, I asked:
“How old were
you when you get married, sir?”
“24”
“Well, that’s
only like 2 years apart, is it?”
“yeah, but it
makes lots of differences”
“How so?”
“you are more
mature, you have a job..” he stopped and looked at N. I was expecting a lot
more reasons than that but doesn't matter really.
“What about
you, you are 22 as well, why aren't you getting married?”
“My parents won’t
allow me, they think I’m too young for being married” N explained.
I knew he was
going to ask me then and just when I thought that he would, he did.
“I’m not
really open to the idea of getting married early, to me 27 is the ideal age to
be wedded”
I’m not ready
yet and it’s not fair for future my husband and my children, I don’t think it’s
wise to just decide to be someone’s wife and mother knowing that you are not
ready and that you probably cannot give your best, I looked down trying to shut
the voice I heard inside me. Looked at NN, smiled to her, and she agrees with
her eyes and smile. NN shares the same view.
“What? But society
expects you to do so”
“I don’t think
I have to live my life according to what society sees best”
Defensive. That’s
the word he used to describe me.
“you’ll be a
misfit to the society then” I knew he was trying to get me to join the heating
up conversation.
“I can live
with that”.
Flashed a
smile. Trying to tell him that it doesn't bother me.
But it does.
And I hate
that.
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