Sam!! For once sit properly!! Ewan shouted, huffing and panting.
Why are you shouting at me? Samantha replied innocently.
What are you doing, seated behind me? He erupted again.
Giggling to herself, she mumbled, Oh nothing! Just making these fly!
Confused, Ewan questioned while pedaling his bicycle, What are you doing??
Samantha was unable to control her smiles and her stomach ached with the laughter filling it.
Just flying away a few airplanes! She finally said and laughed aloud. She saw the little paper airplane fly high with the wind, and then spiral downwards as it fell over the bridge, which they were crossing.
Just then the cycle jerked to a stop.
What man! You can’t even ride a bicycle properly. What girl will be impressed by such a loser! She remarked, rubbing her bottom which had risen and fallen due to the jerk.
Ewan turned to look at her. Samantha stared back, raising her eyebrow high, Ewan felt it would reach up to her hairline.
Shut up Sam! He retorted, and stop pouting. You know it won’t work on me.
I do not pout! She lifted her finger and kept moving it to and fro, her forefinger nodding a No.
Oh yes Sam! You do and you look so stupid! Ewan said as his face changed expressions.
Off went his anger and annoyance at Sam, he was doing what he loved doing. Teasing Sam!
Cmon now! Stop fooling around. I need to reach home! She said slapping his back. It always was the hardest when she hit him.
Yes Madam. Your chauffeur is at your service! Ewan said and bowed his head. Sam started laughing. The cycle seemed to lose balance. He raised his head and held it firm. His eyes fell on her.
She was always like this. Jovial, happy and mischievous. All the things could bring you down, but if she was around, she’d surely pull you up. She was a smart girl academically. And always helped anyone who’d approach her. The only thing she didn’t realize and accept was that she was the most beautiful girl Ewan had ever seen in his life.
She was the bundle of hope and positivity for all in the small village. She came from a conservative family and so she wasn’t allowed any late nights, no boyfriends, no mobiles, no social networking.
It was a huge surprise, that Ewan was allowed to be around her. He was allowed to talk and listen to her. He was privileged to be with her. But always in public places. He was allowed to visit her at her house. She was invited by his mom and Rhea – his little sister – and the permission was granted.
It was as if the house was on fire. The noise and fun the three girls had, could make people fear about a mad house. They were always like family. And he was the one male at their disposal, who bore their whims and fancies with all smiles. All because he loved them. His father had died in an accident. And he had had to grow up before his age to be the man. The three girls were his world. He loved his mother and Rhea. And yes he surely loved Sam!
He rode on and she kept giggling and nudging him with her pointed fingers and her little elbow, about his insensitivity to her uncomfortable position at the back of the bicycle.
All the guys had bikes and mopeds but Ewan didn’t have one. Not that she complained, but she never once asked him to get one. His financial conditions were not unknown to her. And so, she would happily keep grumbling and giggling. Ewan knew she would make a perfect wife for him. She knew Ewan, from body to soul, from skin to the veins of the body, from the out to the in. And Ewan was like all men, just learning to understand her.
All was going good. Till then, till now.
But how long could it have been like this? How long could Sam and Ewan live in this bubble dreamworld of theirs?
(To be continued. . . . )