Elliot and I had a heavy Italian dinner. After which, we started searching for movies we could binge watch. The beginning of classes were close and I wanted to relax as much as I can. Elliot bought me a new laptop as another gift.
“Okay!” he starts to say whilst he browsed the movies files, “do we want chick flicks or do we want a really bad thriller franchise?” he asks me.
I click my tongue, “I think I want the last one” I tell him. “I’ll go make popcorn, okay?”
“Alright. I’ll take a shower then we’ll start the movie together. Grab a can of Coke, okay?”
I walk downstairs and grab a really deep bowl. This bowl was about three times the size of a regular bowl. I started to pull out the box of popcorn kernels. I stuffed one pack at a time in the microwave. I rest my back on the side of the ceramic counter. I started tapping my feet and looked around the condo unit. I breathed out a happy breath.
Damn. This is it. This is really it.
As of now, I could not imagine my life any better than this. I have a good life, a wonderful husband, but you know this is something that I need to keep confirming every day. Elliot’s been really surprising. To be honest, I know I expected the worst out of this arranged marriage. I expected to be an oppressed and battered wife.
I sigh with gratitude. Elliot, you are one different bastard. My phone suddenly chimes and the name reads “Mr. Roommate”. I roll my eyes and swipe to see his message.
“You coming up anytime soon?” he asks
I type “Just one more pack of popcorn to pop. I’ll be up” I text back. When the second bag finishes, I pop the last bag in and wit for a couple of minutes. I walk up and I see Elliot just scrolling on his phone. When he looks up, he then plays the movie.
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