Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Bosede smacked her mother, telling her to call Jacob. Babes looked at her, before looking at the man as he spoke in broken Arabic. Will you be alright with him? If I leave for a moment? Bosede did not look at her mother, and Babes nodded as she moved to leave the room, to go outside to call Jacob. The girl watched the man sit down, at the table with no chairs and only pillows to sit. He seemed...out of place in this setting, and she could not help but laugh a bit at it. Kyle was definitely her type of man, that much was true. Still Bosede turned her back, kneeling down to pick up the eggs that had broken on the dirt ground. She looked at him, when he mentioned never hiding his intention, and as he placed the phone down for her to see. With the bowl of broken eggs in her hand, hand dripping of yolk, Bosede walked over slowly to the handmade table to look down. There. Easily, she could see the website. She expected to see his profile, but instead the phone was on hers. Photos of her running with the horses, crawling on the ground trying to catch chickens. There was even the small image of a photo of her in the city, all of her laughing and smiling. Her head inclined when he asked how much schooling she had been given. I...dropped. Bosede admitted, as best she could. Though, it was hard for her to know which words to use. High. That was one word she knew. High school. Bosede had never finished high school. Her mother had grown so overwhelmed with the farm that had to drop out..not to mention there had been a few rough years since then, a drought, nothing found in Jacob's digs, no payments. Babes, they could hear her outside on the phone, speaking in arabic to her father. It was a few minutes, and Bosede was ready to turn her back to finish making breakfast..an add a guest to the menu, as Babes came through the front door holding the phone. I can not understand him. Jacob was shrieking in english on the other side, Babe holding the phone to the daughter. Bosede rubbed the yolk off her hands onto the apron before walking slowly over to the phone. What do you mean there is a strange man in our house? THAT YOU INVITED? Bosede glared at the mother. No. She supposed the mother had told him, and he had tried to speak to her in Arabic before getting so distraught he could not think of the words. So, she held the phone away, in front of her as she sighed. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SIGH AT THIS CONVERSATION WOMAN! Jacob shrieked, his voice cracking, though the service was spotty and he cut out. Papa. Bosede spoke barefully, having some trouble with the word. Jacob was panting and huffing, had he been running? Papa. Come home. Claire.. Jacob cried. What is going on? Still he spoke in english. Jacob began to ramble tooYour mother said that she invited a man to our home..that he's trying to steal you away- Papa. Don't understand! Bosede talked over him, as he rambled on the words. No understand! Bosede stomped her leg, frustrated. Give it to him! Babes said pointing to Kyle. He understand Eng..lish.. Bosede glared at her mother, Jacob had calmed down. Ok..I'll be home in a few hours. Please..don't leave until I get there. He paused, realizing he was still talking in english. Stay Claire. Don't leave. Understand? Bosede smiled and nodded her head. Understand. She hung up the phone, her mother's hands were together as if she were praying, but Bosede turned on her mother, smacking her across the face as she flung the phone down in her other hand. Babes looked at her daughter horrified. She spoke in Arabic now That website! You put me on! Is for arranging marriages! In the contract, the men have to pay a dowry for their wives hands, and you accepted! So... Babes straightened herself. I'll give it back...what we have left. What..did you spend it on? Bosede grimaced at her mother. Babes smiled softly, rubbing her hands. It won't matter what I spent it on if you leave...it was for you. Bosede rubbed her forehead with one hand, her mother frowned. Tell him, I'll give him back what I have. Wait for Papa, Mama. I don't know enough English. Well, you should have paid more attention to your father! Babes stated. Bosede only rolled her eyes as she moved back to the kitchen, grabbing the knife to continue cutting the chicken. She cut it up, throwing it in a pot over an open fire. Mama...what I could read...you can't give the money back. Tears were still in her eyes, as Bosede watched the chicken cook, poking it with a stick that had been widdle down. What? Babes looked at her confused. Bosede pointed to the papers she had before pointing to the ones Babes still held. Keep them for Papa to read...I think he'll see it too. Bosede said softly. She got up, grabbing the vegetables she had cut up earlier before they came, and threw them in with the chicken. I need some water. Bosede stood up, brushing her hands off on the apron before she moved out to go out of the front door. What about him? Babes pointed to Kyle. You want me to stay in here with him? Bosede looked at her rolling her eyes. You stay...or come? Bosede looked at him, speaking what broken english she knew. I fetch...water. She pointed in the distance, not at the pound but at the well a mile away from the home.