The Second Visit

Finally I reached their house, my suit was totally wet and my new shoes was pouring rain water. Directly I delved into the sitting area seeking some warmth. And I noticed that her father had occupied the main chair as if he was heading a jurors meeting, mother sitting on his left and the brother on the right.  Generously, They allotted a small chair for me near the corner.. I felt no easiness.. Facing them like a suspect was a sheer heart ache .. My girl was not there, I thought maybe went to put some makeup .. or spraying Dior product on her dry skin .. The first moments passed peacefully with some jokes and social advances .. Her brother seemed not interested in the whole session but mother was staring at my face directly (I hate that).. Suddenly they start asking that kind of questions make me nervous.. Such like (You don’t smoke Don’t you ?) , (You don’t swear Don’t you ?) (You don’t drink don’t you).. I refuted all these doubts .. trying to appear ideal .. symbolic.. and unique .. Then her brother woke up from his naps to   ask his silly concern .. Do you play soccer ? .. what team you like most ? I lied and lied .. and before they ask about my weight and my underwear size .. Their daughter emerged from the dome of dark, smiling and blushing ..that sudden appearance  saved me … and I rose up and we left together ..
 
I told her about the investigation, and the kind of questions and inquiries I had been subject to .. She smiled and replied in an overwhelming tone .. (They love you hon … They love you a lot) .. 
 
Myth .. !!