Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Quickly putting my earrings on I checked my hair and headed downstairs. Even though I'm not exactly so interested in this guy, that doesn't mean I make myself look bad =D
Going downstairs, I joined my parents and we headed to the car and our driver drove us to the guy's house. It looked nice, decent... yeah =D Babuji rang the doorbell and a woman opened it.
"Hello! Come in, come in," she chirped.
She led us in and led us into the living room. She sat us down and she sat down with us. Apparently, she's the mom, and if successful, my future mother in-law.
"So this is Khushi," she chirped.
I put my hands together. "Namaste," I slightly smiled.
She smiled. "So beautiful, so cute!"
Uh....
"Let me call my son," she smiled sweetly. "Ranjeet," she hollered, putting an emphasis on the "t".
"Haan Mumiji," a voice called back.
"Come down beta."
In came a guy, all dressed up in a light cream-colored sherwani. His hair was properly combed and by first sight, I knew his type - Mama's boy -___- Just great.
"Greet them," his mother said.
He nodded and put his hands together, smiling too much. Ugh, can I leave?
The parents talked, but I paid no attention. I looked for a distraction everywhere. I even followed a fly! When it left the room, I looked back at the guy and saw him playing with his mother's pallu.
Alright! That's it!
Good thing my father said we were leaving.
*~*
That night at dinner, my mother began her inquiry.
"So, what did you think of that boy?"
I looked up. "Terrible."
"What? How? I thought he was sweet."
"Sure. A kid that listens to his mother. Every mother's dream."
Babuji snickered and Amma slapped his hand.
"Not funny Kabir."
He snickered again. "I'd say it is Kajol."
Amma twitched her lips.
"Amma, I'm not marrying that guy. He's a fail! If I marry him, if I ask him to do something, then he'll go running to his mom!"
"So? And what would you ask him?"
"Oh please, like you don't know, trying to boss Babuji all day?"
"Khushi," she said in a warning voice.
"What? I'm just saying. Besides, what if I ask him to do something sweet. You know, like a dinner for two? He'll be all like Mumiji! May I take my wife out for dinner?" I crossed my arms.
Babuji smirked lightly. "Though I don't know how I feel about that," he looked at Amma, "she has a point," he said, waving his spoon of kheer.
Amma looked at us both and then sighed. "Okay fine! So boy number one is out!"
"Good," I smiled.
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