Around ten years ago…
“Diwana Armanaz,” read the small piece of cardboard that the tall, thin, brown-skinned man held at the exit of ‘arrivals’ at the local airport located at the city’s outskirts.
He was indeed nervous, but nobody would ever know that...
Mason was the kind of man that was raised to be a ‘man’ in the old meaning of the word. It meant that he is used to suffering in silence and having no idea on how to feel or interpret feelings in any way. Also, being too shy to find a girlfriend that one day would become his wife, he grew older and found himself still single as his age neared the 40-year mark. Now sick and tired of being alone, yet thinking of himself as too old to learn how to get a wife that he would really love, he found it easier to acquire a mail-order bride.
She was beautiful, at least based on what he had seen in her sent pictures.