CHAPER 4 : The Forest Fire

That day was a memorable one . My first day at school the first crush of my life and even new friends.

The school was over by 10:30am , my parents were waiting outside the gate for me to arrive. All the kids tried to rush towards the gate as soon as it opened but teacher controlled them well . Whereas me the Romeo of the story was looking at the Juliet , Jerin . I know it sounds cringe but can't help it's a true story.

After I was handed over to my parents my sight suddenly caught Jerin . Then I pointed towards her and shouted ," Mom , Dad . . . that girl ! "

" Ouh is she your new friend . She's cute just like you ", Dad replied, " By the what's her name ?"

I answered, " Her name is Jerin ! Today I sat with her ."

Mom ," Ouh nice ! You are finally making friends ."

" Mom , Dad I love her and I want to marry her !"

I didn't had control on my words neither I knew the real meaning of marriage but I just spoke it . . .

Mom and Dad broke out of laughter .

" I knew you will become like me someday but I didn't expect this would happen so early !" , Dad said laughing

Mom tingled Dad and said ," Just shut up ! They are just kids ."

I said ," Mom I really want to marry her."

Mom replied ," Ouk son ! Now let's go home . I prepared chicken pulav for you . "

My Mom and Dad still remember about that incident and that's the reason why I never take her name infront of them.

Soon Dad spread the incident like a forest fire . So whenever I visited my village , relatives and some other people whom I don't even know teased me.

"Rahul . . . I heard you have a girlfriend . What's her name , is it Priya ?" , any random stranger questioned.

They couldn't even remember the name properly and they try to tease me . Everytime I felt like replying to them ," Mr stranger it's Jerin not Priya and she isn't my girlfriend . If you can't even remember the name just shut your shit mouth ."

Yeah I wanted to say that but I couldn't , only because of the getting the tag of "Rude Child". Even now they tease me but I ignore the talk . . .