“Why are you fidgety? Don’t you know you are married couples now, and soon you two will share same bed and roof?” Salsa snapped to me once I dared to withdraw to the wall as Brian advanced forward to sign the agreement papers.
Salsa’s words etched off every memory of what an ideal husband should look like and installed in me the belief that every husband was supposed to be insane; that I had no right to protest in this marriage.
The two hefty men dragged him to come forth and he shuffled his legs, unwilling to make a move and throwing his face sideways to bite them since they seemed to be stronger than him. He was chuckling idly now and struggling violently with the two hefty men; to an extent the hefty men didn’t want to get very violent with him since this could result to hurting him.
