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    Elliot and I had a heavy Italian dinner. After which, we started searching for movies we could binge


    watch. The beginning of sses were close and I wanted to rx as much as I can. Elliot bought me a


    newptop 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 thest 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?”


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    I walk downstairs and grab a really deep bowl. This bowl was about three times the size of a regr


    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.


    But no.


    Elliot has been nothing but gentle, warm, kind, giving and patient with me. No amount of stress or


    problem could ever take Elliot down. I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a good look at


    the view. The city was so busy, like my mind, it may rest but it never stops. Some lights are out but


    tomorrow is another day for them. Some lights are lit until dawn but by day, they will rest.


    Rest. That’s a luxury that I have not felt in so many years. From the day my parents broke the news of


    the possibility of bankruptcy and an arranged marriage. The microwave dings and I take the first packet


    out and ce another one inside the microwave. I pour in the popped corn in the big bowl and wait for


    the second packet to finish. I open the fridge and only then did I realize that whatever it was inside the


    fridge, it was all for me. There were so many candy bars and choctes. There were several rows of


    Yakult inside. There was even a cheeseboard and with all my favorite cheese. Being married, I never


    realized how important it was that you make your spouse feel as if you grew up together, getting to


    know everything, every mannerism, every change of mood. In a marriage, it’s important that everyday


    must feel like the very first time you said your vows. In my and Elliot’s case, it must always feel like we


    were on our honeymoon. That was when I really got to know Elliot.


    Everything.


    That’s what Elliot was doing. Getting to know me. He embraced me into the family that I knew over


    signed papers and business meetings. Elliot, I could not say it every but I’m lucky that my marriage was


    arranged to him.


    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.


    “Youing 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 thest 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 ys the movie.