Journey to Fate

I am Tivia ever since I turned eighteen. I have had this dream of becoming a doctor. The dream has led me to my first lover. It was a rainy day. I stood at the front of James High School I attend, waiting for my Sister Ara, who always comes around when ever school is done for the day. I had waited for what seemed like ages under the rainy weather, just when I have had enough, my phone rang and I was told to start coming home. I was very cold. I could barely move. Just when I was about to take my first step down the stairs, I heard my name from behind. I turned towards the direction only to see my fellow weirdo a guy about my age, smiling and walking towards me. "Hey, " this was the first words that came out of his mouth. He gave me his bag and put on his umbrella. I am the type that hates moving with people, but I had no option but to move with this, weirdo. Getting to the front of my house, he stopped and introduced himself as "Starcy Mark." "Your betrothed," he said in a modern, quiet tone, I wasn't sure of what I heard, so he came again. Then I froze, watching him run off the Street. This has always been the dream of my parents: to see me marry into a wealthy home. But since I turned eighteen, I have met different men, yet no one has stirred my heart. Now I am betrothed to someone I know least about — a student at James High, from a wealthy family. My dream has been smashed right before my eyes. For all I know, I am destined to be a housewife. I entered the house and stared at my parents. No one cared about my feelings. I walked sluggishly into my room after my greeting fell on deaf ears. My room, a very wide one, was a cave of loneliness. I sat on my bed, looking at the mirror right opposite me. Tears rolled slowly down my cheeks. "Is this fate?" I asked myself, as my memory began > Flashing back, I remember how my mother always advised me to pursue my dreams. Just when I had cried enough, I heard a knock on my window. > Aww, it was Mark. I quickly wiped my tears and opened the window. > "It’s time for our first date," he said, a smile on his cheeks. > I went outside and noticed he’d come with some men and a car. He took my hand and I entered the car. We sat opposite each other. I wasn’t sure what would happen next, but all I knew was that fate was taking me somewhere. > We ate first at one of the biggest eateries in the locality of India. I’d never seen so much food like that. I expressed appreciation and forced a smile. > "I love that smile," Mark said, staring straight into my eyes. I slowly killed the smile. Mark asked me to sit down and we began our date. I wasn’t comfortable eating with a man at a table. The taste of the food slowly became bitter. I watched the way he ate. It was really good manners. I began to admire what was in front of me. Mark was really handsome and he had acted nicely to me since we met. Is he really a good guy, or is he just hiding behind the mask of his face? Mark noticed I was not eating, so he decided to feed me and I received the food. “What is this all about? Why is he being so nice to me? Why do I feel like things are going to work out well?” This thought passed through my heart as he fed me continuously. After we were done with the meal, we went to a garden where we sat on the grass and watched the sunset. “Indeed, this is the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen,” Mark said as he held my hand and turned to face me. He brought out a book from his suit pocket. “Your parents told me everything about you, even your dream of becoming a doctor. If it were up to me, I would say you should be a housewife, but since this is your wish, I am granting it to you,” Mark said as he gave me the book with everything I need to become [a doctor]. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dream had finally come true. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Mark stepped forward, held out his hand, and wiped them away. “I will always be here to wipe out those tears,” Mark said. I cried even more and hugged him tightly. “Thank you,” I said, crying tears of pure joy. He embraced the hug. He drove me home. I got out of the car, and Mark followed me to my front door. I hugged him again and waved goodbye. From that day on, our love grew into a beautiful flower. This is where I’ll leave the writer to complete my story.