All Chapters of Tales of an Arranged Marriage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

 The duty of the only child is more than you can imagine. If it were that I was the only child by accident, then I would've struggled with all of my heart and maybe all I did would've been spiced up with smiles from the fact that I do what I want plus what my parent required from the only child. But me being the only child was their doing and it was on purpose, nothing hurt than knowing that what they did to me was on purpose. I lived my life with devices as my best friend and although they thought they were paying much attention on me, they were actually looking after themselves. Well, I've grown up. Each day I grow to forgive them and I found the peace in being alone. So I grew up to find more comfortable and interesting strategies in being on my own, and I can never call it loneliness. The peace I get from my alarm each day, my morning prayers alone with me pouring my heart to God, my drive to work with a beautiful music or voice from the radio, and me finally at wor

  The next morning she woke up before my alarm, and in fact I did not hear my alarm. It's either I was too tired to hear or maybe she had switched off my alarm. The thought of her switching off my alarm forced me up to my feet, I ignored prayer or anything I did first in the morning and wanted to go in search of her but then I realised that I'd be very foolish to confront her about an alarm I was not sure she turned off. I quickly retreated, there were many ways I could handle the issue not by being stupid. It was eight in the morning and I used to be at work exactly by eight or before eight. I prayed anyway, God had to be first in my day, He would save me from every unnecessary mistake that was waiting for me on the road for that day. After praying I freshened up and got dressed for the day and I was as well happy that I made it out of my room in thirty minutes. I needed coffee so I went to my kitchen and the aroma of something I have never pe

 The following day I expected her to say something concerning the vegetable soup and pounded yam that I ate but she said nothing. The truth was I didn't really give her space to say a word. I woke up before her, had my bath and brushed, dressed and even had my coffee, i did all these in haste, but she was still asleep or maybe she chose to remain in the room. I went to work without hearing her voice or seeing her awake face and I was grateful but when I got back, she did not bring up the soup talk, she did not tell me welcome as before and she fixed her eyes on the television like she did not notice I had arrived. Her attitude bothered me, I thought I would get free food again but she left nothing in the pots and in fact, my kitchen was extraordinarily sparkling in neatness. I had to eat junk to bed that night but still, I was offended. Things got on like that, I barely heard her voice, barely saw her move, she was always asleep when I left and sitting on the couch with