'OMG! he is cute',
she blurted, walking over to have a better view at a Facebook
picture on the screen across her desk.
Her colleague
remarked, 'cue up girl! Umar is quite the charmer - boys and
girls want him alike'.
'That is a familiar
name!' Mima is excited, she rudely hoists herself in front of
the screen. Staring blankly at his photos, memories rush back,
and her eyes clouds with emotions - it was indeed him!
'My Umar!' She
blurts amidst exasperated sighs, 'after all these years...'
The ensuing events
seemed awkward, as she predicted, it was meant to happen - this way,
or the other. Afterall, she was the master of the plot. Umar, though
3 years older, was well aware, he accepted his place early enough in
the relationship. He loved her too much - that was all that should
matter.
'Secret Santa' was a
Christmas tradition at Primary School- everybody brought a gift
to a pool and picked a random number from a sock. Successively, each
person then picks and unwraps a gift on the spot. If you didn't like
yours, you had one chance to exchange it from already opened gifts
of others.
As an unwritten
rule, whoever picked the 'weirdest' gift was often the brunt of
jokes. He wasn't as lucky, his prized pick, a mini guitar, was
immediately snatched, now he had a teddy - baby Jesus.
No one wanted a
teddy - baby Jesus, it was the worst gift this year, but he had
lost his chance to take another gift.
Mima, the new girl -
brave, curly hair, with missing front teeth - walked up to him
and smiled, 'may I have your baby?', she asked, 'you can
have my Snow Ball, it's magical!'
He reached out for
the exchange but she held back, 'there is a condition', she
continued, 'you must volunteer to be my husband; I am 'Virgin-Mary'
in the Christmas recitals'. He agreed.
It is 2013, 20 years
has passed since they first broke up. He was impatient and she
had wanted the first time to be special; now she was ready.
The door bell chimed
and disrupted the moment, Mima opened her eyes, he had been
watching her - grinning, she smiled back, knowing she belonged
at the top of the list. As he started towards the door, he kissed
her softly on the forehead and muttered 'come down in
a few, I'll make coffee'.
The door creaked
close, she stared at the ceiling, reminiscing, 'this is where I
belong'. Her gaze wandered, it caught her eye - the
Snow-Ball by the dresser - he kept it!
She meets him at the
door and tries to conceal her excitement, and the 'Snow-Ball'
bulge.
Umar is staring
blankly at the baby dropped off in a basket with a note, They look
confused, she looks happy. Trembling, he hands her the note and says,
'baby, just like the first time, will you have my baby?'
©Ub Matthews - 240114
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