Money - Earn it or marry it.

Kumar could just go back packing anytime. Strongly built with a square face he decided to leave for Brazil instead of leaving back for India. His father had warned him if he did not return back he would severe all relationships with him.

The heat on the streets of Rio was killing and the nights hot. The nights as the day always had people on street participating in something or other. Carnivals he had heard were worse, noisy, loud, bright and colorful. He stopped by the corners absorbing the sound and colors.

Woman walked with clothes clinging to the curves, the heat in their eyes glowed.

"Rose, and you?',

"Kumar, you from India?"

"No Germany, but ancestors yes from India."

"Vacation?",

"yes and a no, with my parents, dad whose on work and my mom attending some circus, me utilising his hard earn."

Her thighs slipped off the stool and the cigarette fell on her linen skirt that barely covered her thighs, she was already drunk. Kumar just managed hold her and got the cigarette before it could make a larger hole.

With the stick between his lips he held her strong and she laughed.

She threw him away and managed to sit back still laughing. The hole in the skirt disgusted her, Kumar's eyes looking at it made her more angry,  she took it off and ran towards the water.

"you up, look outside see how beautiful the morning is Rose, coffee? aspirin?" her mom spoke softly, " your dad was furious last night, but I guess you don't remember any of it, and who is this Kumar, where did you meet him and fall in love with?"

"kumar?, ah, aspirin and some coffee and my cigarettes,"

"no cigarettes, you got some guy with you yesterday night called Kumar, you were semi-naked, drunk, and said that you wanted to marry Kumar then and there, we knew you were drunk and so was Kumar, he sleeps in the next room, your dad checked his passport and some other documents in his back pack, he says Kumar has just finished his MBA in US and at present talking to his parents in India."

"I don't know who this Kumar is mom serious, I need my cigarettes, CIGARETTES PLEASE or I will die now."

"how's she?"

"on sleeping pills as regular, but milder ones today, what did you find of the boy?",

"his father has disowned him, he hung before I could ask him anything."

"the cops said he saved Rose, he seems to be ok to me'"

"I think he is up, will speak to him soon."

Rose was up again by afternoon, feeling heavy with pain all over, she walked up to the corner where her purse hung, she took out a cigarette and lit it.

She walked slowly towards the kitchen, as she passed her father's room she saw him in conversation with a man.

She went near the door and could now hear then discussing Lebanon and the political situation there. Boring she thought and was about to leave when she heard her father calling her.

"Rose?, you ok, come here, sit, you know Kumar, he saved you from drowning yesterday,"

Kumar seemed to look away out somewhere in infinity, not even listening what the old man was saying to Rose.

"whatever dad, I'm going for a swim behind, see you later."

did you eat?, your mom left some eggs and toast for you, she would be back soon,"

"damn."

The love, he felt for her last night intensified with the job offer to run a new office in Lebanon fired Kumar. She was there on her back floating on water, her slim body with her beautiful long legs stopped him in his tracks.

"swim?"

"no, I'm good,"

"smoke?"

"your face is never expressionless, something about you that kills me inside'"

"ha ha ha, never heard that line before, so what did you trade with my dad?"

"my freedom for your hand."

 

Thoughts - Perpetuate on their own