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Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Kyle had never hidden his intentions at any point, and he was starting to see that while he had been honest from the start, his idea of 'hey lets find a wife on the internet' was probably a bad one. Hearing the fast paced argument in a language he could barely speak just made him feel a little tired. Plus he had dragged himself to this shit hole of a farm to do so. Sure the woman was cute, but looking at her she was a tad on the smaller and young side. He looked between the two folding his arms as they spoke maybe catching some of the words. At first it had seemed like the mother had sold her daughter to try and make life easier for herself, the way things were playing out however this was more like some kind of comical miscommunication. Only he was probably the only one actually in a position to laugh. The only question then was did he desire to enforce the contract, or would he leave? The money was much less a pressing matter. Sure it would suck to have paid as much as he had and walk away with nothing, the chances of him getting anything from the broken contract clause was slim just looking at their ramshackle home he doubted they had anything of value. Which was odd, he had given the woman enough money that in this country it could have bought a much larger and more comfortable house, the fuck did they spend it on? or had they just not spent any of it yet? hearing the girl speak English he actually let out a groan for a moment. Not because she was telling him to wait for another person, he was stuck here till tomorrow, though he was certainly considering heading back to the city and getting a hotel, this place smelled of animals, and had little to no signal on his phone. Looking at the contract that she was holding he just rolled his eyes. They probably thought he was some sort of slaver, which again comedy of errors was the same thought he had when he had first met Babes at the airport. Trying to think on how to say this. He tried to parse out his words in Arabic. I never hid my intent, the website, was for arranging marriages. He pulled out his phone, having to hold it up for a moment so that he could get enough signal to download the page, before turning the screen towards the young woman showing her the website that he had used. Indeed it was for setting up and arranging marriages online. Trying to think of how to talk to the girl in English he walked towards the table and sat down at a chair. He put the phone down with the screen up so that the two women could look at it. How much schooling have you been too? He asked the girl, he pointed to her profile where it did say that she had an education, though he supposed out here in the sticks it was probably either home schooling or public elementary she was old enough to be in high school and it was a Thursday, so there was no reason for her to be home.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Kyle could hear faintly the sound of english, fluent angry, and panicked as it was he knew the words, and immediately it raised so many questions. If the girls father spoke english natively why the hell didn't he teach her daughter? Did that mean this girls father was someone from another country? The idea was kind of laughable he had no idea why anyone would actively or willingly give up the first world and come to live on a farm like this one. Oh he knew and could appreciate a hard days work, he had paid with his university through taking up jobs at construction sites, there was nothing like the work of tying Rebar, it was heavy exausting work, but it paid well, and had helped to shape his body into the broad muscled frame he had today. But out here? He could see a hundred different jobs that could have paid better, and would have given the girl more of a life. When she told him that she had dropped out it actually hurt him a little. Sure education wasn't everything it was cracked up to be, some people will tell you that steve jobs didn't have a degree, those people would also fail to tell you about Steve Wozniak the man who built the Apple 1, and had a bachelors in electronic engineering. He sighed and rubbed his nose for a moment when he listened to all of the bickering and shouting going on with the phone. He didn't really care, and it sounded like the girls family had no way of giving him back his money, at this point it was a sunk cost. When the girl offered a chance to leave the house and go with him for a walk he nodded his head, and got up from the pillow. He hated this farm, he hated everything about this, and the mother, uneducated, thoughtless and a tad on the careless side. It seemed like if she had spoken to anyone at any point this disaster could have been averted. He got up and walked with the girl. Once they were outside of the house he let out a long sigh of relief, and fell in beside the girl, getting rid of her parents even if it was just for a little while seemed to make the transition a bit easier. Just so you know... it wasn't my intention... to hurt you. He said walking alongside her. He knew if nothing else the language barrier was something he would need to work on fixing, classes be it either enrollment into a proper school, or tutors either one he could pay for, maybe a private school where they have a cute uniform. He shook his head for a moment already thinking he was going to have to care for the woman he was supposed to be marrying to help him take his mind off of the stressful things. Where I am from, money cause problems, too much of it, and you become lonely. I guess I thought if i threw a bit of money at the problem of having money that would go away. He chuckled probably not even making sense as he switched to English, and even he wasn't really sure what he was saying. You lonely here? He asked looking around. It seemed like it was just their farm for a long distance, just animals and, come to think of it he had never seen another person in any of the photos in that profile that wasn't her immediate family.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Bosede nodded when Kyle followed her. Ah. It was awkward how tall he was and how much older. She lead the way, the wind blowing up sand, but she did not really speak. Only, she looked at him when he sighed and seemed to relax when it was just the two of them. She wondered what her father might say when he got home. Hm? She could hear him speaking broken Arabic, before he went back to english. She understood what he was saying. So, he did not mean to harm her? Yet..he had. Then again it was not his fault. Babes had thought she was doing something good for the daughter, but really she had no idea. If anyone was to blame it was the mother. English. English she could understand for the most part, and her father had not taught her a lot since...well no one spoke it around here. The mother had refused to learn any, so no English was spoken unless he was really mad. Lonely? She pointed at him. It seemed she knew that word. He meant he was lonely? That'd why he had joined that site and paid for her? Bosede looked forward, it would be a while until they got to well moving at this speed. So she walked a bit faster. They were almost there, halfway perhaps. Even when they got there, she'd still have to fish for the water. His words hit her, and she looked at him. Ah he was asking her if she was lonely. Bosede did not have any friends. Not since she had left high school to help her family. She would have gone to work, had her mother not be frightened she was going to be trafficked. Her animals, the wild ones too, were her friends. However...that was not like human companionship. Lately..her parents had been fighting more. Yes. Bosede said after a moment. Only..family. She pointed behind them before moving closer to the well. Ah. When she was near, she smiled and picked up that apron and ran. Not a care in the world. The scarf on her head unfolded, coming undone and blowing away in the breeze to reveal her hair. The girl seemed not to care as she grabbed the bucket, throwing it down in the well before she started to crank. Egypt...I love. Bosede said when he got closer. Home. This was difficult. Talking like this. She felt primitive. Half the time she was not even sure she was conveying herself right or saying the wrong word.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Kyle could actually understand the love of someones home, though he didn't see it. To him this country was unpleasant from the onset. Not to mention that the country it's self was home to several conflicts at the state level, he as a white canadian, and a rather wealthy one at that kind of felt like an outsider in a dangerous space. Like at any moment he would step on a mine and be seriously maimed. That said this dirt farm, despite the fact that it was a dirt farm, was her home. It seemed like it was all she had ever known, and it did feel weird to drag her completely out of her element. Then again staying here was... beyond thought or option. Opposite. He said pointing to himself. No family, No loved ones. Kyle shook his head, his life was a mix of co-workers, and strangers, humans that at any point could have been friends, but he had always been too busy, first with a mix of work and school, and then as a competitor on the corporate ladder. He had back stabbed, and hustled his way to his spot, and the honest truth was... at the end of the day he had no one he could actually rely on. His family were all gone. He pulled out his phone, showing her pictures of the lush green of his city, the several beaches, he had gone too, the places he had enjoyed both as a kid and as a man. He showed her locations like Stanley Park, and first beach, two lush green locations close too the pacific ocean which were near and dear to his heart. but though he had lots of landscape pictures, and a few dumb selfies, the pictures told the story of someone who had always gone to these places alone, not a single friend or other person in them. This is my home. Canada. He said with a slight wistfulness. I have to go tomorrow. Though he wasn't going directly back to canada, he figured he would take a few detours in Europe first, he did have a couple of days and a lot of money he could burn. First to Paris, and parts of Europe, than back to my city, Vancouver.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Bosede looked at him when he spoke, brows raising as she continued to crank the well. It made an annoying sound, metal rubbing together, as though it was so rusted it might break at any point in time. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Boy, he was tall. Her smile faded when he talked about not having that himself. Why? Why no love? She was curious. He was good looking. Seemed friendly. Why would he have no one? Was there something seriously wrong with him? By the looks of him..he looked like someone that would want to skip out living out here and go straight back to the city. So..she wondered why he was staying. Maybe, perhaps he was just curious..or wanted his money back. The bucket hit the water after a good twenty minutes. Plop! She heard the sound, and moved over to the well leaving over it to look down. No. The bottom was not visible, but still it broke out a smile on her face. Water! Bosede said, pointing below and looking at him. Though, the phone was there, showing her photos. She looked at it, grabbing it to scroll through the photos. No..there was only him. When he spoke of his home, she raised a brow looking at him. So that was his home? That was what Canada looked like? Then he spoke of other places. She understand the names, but not the words between. No understand. Bosede shrugged her shoulders shaking her head, and handed him back his phone. She moved back, cranking the bucket back up. Of course it was heavier now, and it was slower. Still she worked, on her tip toes then down, pushing all her weight into it, sweat beading on her head. In the distance, she could see a car approaching on the horizon sending birds and animals running. Bosede smiled, pointing as she continued to crank. Papa! Though, it was hard to make out the car with the heat rolling off surface clouding it. Humidity shrouded it with the sand that rolled up under it. It seemed, Jacob had not been as far from home as he thought, or he had decided to come home earlier than expected. Papa speak..you. Bosede said. She meant he could speak with him, but she was not sure she had said it well enough.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Bosede was surprised by the man helping her. She watched him, eyes bright, before she smiled. No. Her skin was pale and she would need to go in soon, but he was making the work faster. It was surprising by the way he was dressed, she would think he was not used to this work. Papa! Bosede waved as he approached, but she could see how angry he was. She backed up, holding the bucket of water as she took it off the rope. The girl jumped as he swung, and then Kyle fought back toppling him to the ground. Some of the water fell out of the bucket as she froze watching the two man huff and puff before Kyle helped her father up. Papa...everything ok? Bosede talked in Arabic, at least she could with him. She walked over by her father, allowing them to separate her from Kyle. Every other word she caught from them, until she saw Jacob swing at Kyle. Bosede had allowed Jacob to take the bucket from her so she did not spill more. Bosede moved, trying to help Kyle stand back up straight. She did not fully understand why they were fighting, or what they were talking about, but she figured it was over the contract. Bosede ran into the house when they were close enough, brushing the sweat off her her forehead. Babes was stirring the food when Bosede walked in. She looked up, as Bosede turned around to grab the water. Yes, they had running water in the sink for the most part, but Bosede liked the taste from the well water when she cooked. She moved, going over to the open flame, grabbing a wooden spoon, to pour water into the pan over the flame. Husband. Babes smiled, before looking at Kyle. Her smile faded, knowing she was in trouble.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

It's okay Claire. Jacob said brushing her head, for a moment he wasn't about to let this stranger waltz in and take his daughter from him, at this point she was the only thing that kept him in this country, though in reality he had been worried lately, money was getting so much tighter, and his own daughter had to drop out of high school. Kyle leaned on Bosede for a moment thanking her as he staggered from the punch, but watched Jacob with a closer eye from that point on. Jacob walked up to his wife anger still burning in his eyes, his hand pulling back to smack the woman, but as he pulled it forward the hand wouldn't budge. Kyle's hand was tightly around Jacob's wrist. We can solve this without hitting the women. Jacob snorted, and pulled his wrist away from Kyle's grasp a glare of death on his eyes as they walked in and took seats around the table, this time Kyle sat next to Bosede, making sure to watch Jacob closely. Kyle picked up the contract, reading it over for a long moment. Why did you do this woman? He could read the contract in it's entirety and sighed putting the papers down on the table. Where is the money? what did you spend it on? Jacob asked his wife, trying to think about how they were supposed to do this? as it was there was no way they could afford to repay this, even if they sold the land they lived on it would only be a fraction of the cost of the break clause.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Bosede looked at her father, she could tell it was not alright. The girl moved, fixing the last of the meal as Jacob came close, raising his fist to Babes. She jumped as Kyle intervened. Thankful, Bosede let a sigh out. She watched them carefully sit down, Babes moving to grab some wooden plates and set the table. No silver ware. There were rags set down for their napkins and she too sat next to her husband. Bosede finished mixing the chicken and vegetables with the well water, watching it for a few minutes before she moved, and served it on the table. Bosede listened in on her father talking to her mother in Arabic. She let out a long sigh as she moved and served everyone before, sitting next to Kyle who ushered her there. Her father on the other side of him. Weird man this Kyle was. I did not know. Babes shrugged, lifting her arms up and shaking her head. I spent some of it on a car..for us and Bosede. Babes continued. I wanted to buy her a proper bed, but I wanted to show you first..I wanted to surprise you with a better car. I just bought it. I should be able to return it still. Babes said concerned. Bosede tried not to listen, just silently sitting next to Kyle. Jacob, husband..we can not provide for ourselves. Maybe it is best she goes with him, for a better life? No! Bosede was outraged. She glared at her mother. I do not wish to leave my home.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

She spent it on a car. Jacob said in english trying to be a reluctant translator for Kyle. He nodded the family needed things like that, a car if anything could have been useful, but at the same time when she spoke about actually allowing Bosede to be taken to another country. The man looked defeated. Jacob spoke to his family as he looked at the contract. Jacob looked to the man who was wanting to take his daughter, and then looked to his daughter who didn't want to leave. Even if we can break this legally Claire it would be a mark on you. If we were in america it would be different, second even third marriages are common, here? you would be alone... forever. Kyle was trying his best to interpret as much of the conversation as he could between the family, but also keeping quiet as he looked at the food, it was one of those hospitality things he knew he should eat, but he wasn't actually very hungry all of the sudden despite being starving. Kyle thinking he could follow a bit of the conversation turned to Jacob. If she goes with me, she will be back in school before the year is out, it will take time but she would resettle, good clothing, good food, a life that frankly I don't think either of you could imagine for your daughter. I would take care of her. Jacob sneered for a moment. I do not like this man, but he is offering you a chance to go to school, to have things, to live a better life than we can afford. We won't have the farm in two years, with him you will at least have something. Tell her, that I can give her a choice. Kyle moved the contract towards Bosede. He says, that he does not wish to take you if you have no desire to go with him, but know that if you stay... things will get worse from here Claire. I hate this, but, your mother isn't wrong.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Bosede was listening in, she felt like a foreigner in her own home. It was strange. The walls she had grown up felt empty as they spoke about her leaving. Her smiling face turned sober at the thought. Egypt, Africa in general, was not like where her father had come from. She did not have the option of voiding a marriage, it would still sully her for a future proposal. She looked down at her food, moving it around with a finger. Bosede was no longer hungry. But you need me.. She muttered. Babes smiled, bowing her head. Babes pulled on Jacob's arm, asking him to translate. It must have sucked, being the one in the middle for them all. Bosede knew the farm was not doing well. Perhaps, she had just thought that everything would be okay. That if she stayed and helped she could fix it all..but perhaps them taking the money would help them as well as her. So? Bosede scoffed. Babes could only frown. The woman hated being right. I did not intend for this daughter. However, this will be good for you..you've always wanted to travel, and we can still write. Bosede jerked her hand away from her mother, who tried to grab it to console her. I deserve that. Babes said resting her hands in her lap. But..you need me. Bosede tried to muse. Still Babes shook her head, choosing to answer before Jacob. Afterall, it was her fault this had happened. We need you to be happy and healthy. Your father and I will be fine..the money was good, we can live better off. Babes frowned. You can live better off with this man...you are young enough that transitioning from one world into another won't be so hard. Bosede shoved her plate forward, she moved to stand up. I'm not hungry. The girl was just a teenager, hormones and all. She huffed as she got up, taking her plate. Daughter...you should- Babes started. It doesn't sound like I have a choice but to go! Bosede walked out of the house, letting the door swing open behind her. She went to the pigs, who were laying in mud. They got up, noses twitching at the smell of food, she knelt down, throwing the scrapes into the pin.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Jacob and Kyle watched as she left huffing like a teenager looking around the room and feeling awkward Kyle looked around for a moment. She will go with you. Jacob said slightly defeated, Kyle could understand why, though this next part was probably going to kill him. Kyle for his part took out a pen and some paper, writing down contact information for him, and passing it to his new in laws. so that you can keep in touch with her. I do not wish to take apart her entire world. He handed the notes to the girls mother, and then looked between the other two adults. So... next I suppose comes the awkward part where I ask if I should take her to a hotel for the night. Jacob just sighed looking to his wife, he pinched the bridge of his nose this was not a conversation that he had ever envisioned himself having, but at the same time he knew that the man was not someone he could fight when it came down to it. He looks to his wife. The man is speaking about... consummating the marriage tonight, he wonders if he should take Claire to a hotel so that... we don't have to hear anything. Kyle was looking at the walls they were paper thin, and he figured that things would probably get noisy come tonight. Jacob's face was one of disgust and repulsion. Kyle left the table to let them consider things, and walked outside to speak to his new wife. Walking up behind her, he placed a hand on her head, brushing her hair for a moment. He didn't really have anything he could say, but he still wanted to find some way to comfort and assure the girl that it wouldn't be all bad.
Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Babes looked at Jacob horrified when he spoke about them consummating the marriage. No! she is only just a child! Babes cried, looking at her husband before Kyle. Can he not wait to get to know her? Babes moved, trying to get up and smack Kyle, as if she could or had the right to. Bosede looked up when she heard someone coming. It surprised her when he ruffled her hair up, but she gave him an annoyed glance. I'm not a child. Bosede spat, watching the pigs fight over her food. She wished she had ate, but the food no longer appealed to her. She swatted his hand away. No. Bosede did not like him being familiar with her. It was bad enough her mother had signed something so stupid thinking she was helping. It worse that her parents had both agreed on letting her leave with him. If she had been two years older, she'd have the right to decline it all..but then again...she'd never be allowed to marry anyone else if she nullified the marriage either way. So this was it? The man she would have to live with the rest of her days? How terrible. Pig. Bosede called him, even though he probably assumed she was talking to the pigs oinking in front of them if he understood what she said. In way she should have been grateful. There were times she had envisioned a knight in shining armor stealing her away from the harshness of this life...but now that he was here? She wanted him to go away. Bosede looked up at him. She supposed she would have to get used to his face, but she could not even speak his language properly or him hers.