A Different Story

Daily Prompt: Tainted Love
Ever been dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was it a total surprise, or something you saw coming? Tell your best worst breakup story. Never been the dumpee, always the dumper? Relate the story of a friend who got unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Change the names to protect the innocent if you must.

Muslim Society is different from the Western World. Girls don’t have boyfriends. The religious beliefs are against having friendships with the opposite sex. Boys and girls remain segregated till their marriages take place. The marriages are with the parents’ consent and the parents search for their sons’ brides. Please keep this in view while reading this story.

My son S was studying in college when this happened. An unknown girl (let’s call her E) started calling our home number. She probably got it from the telephone directory. When my husband R or I would pick up the phone, she would disconnect. It was annoying for us. Those were the days when we didn’t have Caller ID. Then it dawned on us (eventually) she wanted to talk to S only.

My husband thought of it as a big joke. He was puffed up with the idea that his son was attracting girls. He was the one to tell S to speak to E while S was not keen at all, “Why should I talk to her?” You could see he was perplexed.

Anyway S got talking to the girl after getting persuaded by his father. The day came when E told S to meet her at a hotel in the evening. S now wanted to go.

My husband was leaving for the village that day. We had a land dispute. To his son he said, “So far I was treating this as a joke. I forbid you to go. If you went you are not coming back to this house. You will be on your own, you understand?”

To me he said, “See to it he doesn’t go. If he went, I am going to chuck him out.” I was all jitters, knowing what my husband decreed was the final say. I didn’t want a separation from my only son. I was worried. I knew what my husband said was what he meant.

My son reasoned with me, “He is gone. He won’t know, unless you tell him about my going.”

“It’s not the question of my telling him. Look, where is this going to lead? I don’t want to lie to him if he asks me.”

I was feeling tired and sleepy. Before going to bed I sat down with him and had my final try.
“Can you answer this question truthfully?”
“Go on.”
“Imagine this! Suppose your sister went on phoning a man and than invited him to a clandestine meeting, would you have liked it?”
He thought it over, “No.”

Put up to him that way, S reached his own conclusions.

After having my rest I woke up. Climbing the stairs, I looked into my son’s room. The AC was on and he was fast asleep in bed.

A Different Story

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