"I'm getting married next year" I say suddenly.
"What? You're kidding.." he says, looking at me disbelievingly.
"No, I'm not. I'm serious. It's all set. I'm working out the details now."
He's silent. I stare at the TV trying not to laugh. After a while...
"How did this happen?" he asks.
I say as nonchalantly as I can, "Oh, it's an arranged marriage. My mum introduced us."
"You are kidding, right?"
I don't answer. I just smile. Still not looking at him.
"God. You're serious! What the fuck?"
"Why can't I get married?" I ask.
"But why arranged? What..you can't meet someone at a bar or something?" he says mockingly.
"Well, I haven't met anyone 'marriable' at a bar so far.... I don't think that's going to change."
"What dodgy bars do you hanging out at?" he quips.
I smack him.
He laughs. Then says "Well, it is very third world of you... "
"What? Shut up. I'm not getting any younger. And I want a baby."
"I'll give you a baby" he says kissing me at the side of my head.
"Very funny" I retort, "I can't have a baby out of wedlock. Too much of a scandal."
"Then we should get married" he states readily.
Then he starts laughing.
Idiot.
