Part 1: The Craziness Begins
It was a Saturday morning in the city of Mumbai. Birds were chirping. Streets were getting crowded. It seemed like your average metropolitan city day. Until...
"Abram!" a young girl yelled to the top of her lungs. The girl was standing inside the living room of a regular Mumbai apartment. She had long raven black hair that was let down against her back and was dressed in a navy blue peplum dress with matching pumps.
"For the last time, Miriam...I'm coming!" a voice shouted that was coming from a young man who was walking down the stairs. That girl who was waiting impatiently by the door was Miriam. And the gentleman that came downstairs, dressed in a black suit with his jet black hair gelled, was Abram.
The two of them left the apartment, not saying a word to each other as they entered the elevator down the hall and left the building where they got into a red Toyota Corolla. Even during the ride, Abram and Miriam were silent. Abram was concentrating on the road while Miriam was applying red lipstick on her lips. At a traffic signal, Abram glanced over at Miriam, shaking his head. "I saw that," Miriam said as she closed her lipstick and stuffed it in her purse. "You could at least show some decency today."
"Decency? You're the one that's dolling up to gain sympathy from the lawyer today."
"Oh really?! Look who's talking?! You're the one wearing a monkey suit for the first time in your life."
"And what are you talking about?! I wore one on the wedding day."
"HA! You mean that tacky brown color! God! I should've known you're an idiot from the moment you put on a brown suit and had the nerve to walk to the altar in it!"
"Would you please give it a rest?! At least for today?!"
"After today, it'll be all over! You'll go your way and I'll go mine!"
"Fine by me!"
"Now go! The light's green!"
Abram shook his head as he continued to drive while Miriam crossed her arms and looked out in the window. After about ten minutes, Abram parked the car in front of a small office building. Once Abram turned off the engine, he and Miriam stepped out of the car and walked inside the building. A young employee that was standing right by the door escorted Abram and Miriam to a room where they sat down, waiting. Five minutes passed and a middle aged gentleman in a white lab coat entered the room, sitting before his desk as he shook both Abram and Miriam's hands. "Hello, all," the man greeted. "I'm Dr. Sharma."
"Doctor?" Abram said, confused.
"Yes. I'm a psychologist that works with married couples." Dr. Sharma replied.
"We don't need your psychological diagnosis! We're here to meet with our divorce lawyer!" Miriam shouted.
"Didn't you get the phone call?" Dr. Sharma asked. "Mr. Tandon always makes his clients see me before going for a divorce case. Sometimes it saves marriages."
"There's nothing to save here! This ship sunk the moment we went on board with it!" Miriam said angrily.
"What she means...is that there's really nothing to discuss. We both want a divorce. That's it." said Abram.
"That's what all couples say when they come here," Dr. Sharma smirked. "Look, I'm just asking for you two to talk to me. What could possibly be wrong that you guys want a divorce? Just tell me your story. That's all I'm asking for."
Abram and Miriam gave each other unsure looks as they then looked back at Dr. Sharma. "Okay fine. Let's start with introductions. Your names?" Dr. Sharma asked.
"Abram Ali." Abram replied.
"Abraham?" Dr. Sharma asked.
"ABRAM! How many times do I have to tell people?! ABRAM!" Abram said in an annoyed tone.
"You screwed yourself when you spelled your own name wrong on Tinder." Miriam mumbled.
"Oh! Like Shahrukh Khan's son! Very cute!" Dr. Sharma exclaimed. "And you, ma'am?"
"Miriam Joseph." Miriam replied.
"Oh," Dr. Sharma beamed. "So one is Muslim and the other Christian."
"Roman Catholic! Get it right!" Miriam responded.
"And that is exactly where the problem started." Abram rolled his eyes.
"This is more interesting than I thought," Dr. Sharma said as he stroked his chin. "Please continue."
"Fine. I'll start," Abram said. "Basically-"
"Hold it! Why do you get to tell the story?!" Miriam questioned Abram.
"Because I have the more realistic point of view. You feel the need to dramatize everything." Abram replied.
"Dramatize?! Every time you narrate something, it sounds like you're on Discovery Channel!" Miriam retorted.
"And like anyone wants to hear something that's ripped off from The Young & The Restless!" Abram yelled.
"A soap opera is better than talking like a preacher about a kangaroo for one hour!" Miriam responded.
"Break it up! Break it up!" Dr. Sharma intervened. "Leave the husband-wife arguments for later! Abram, just start things off for us."
"Thank you!" Abram said, turning to Miriam, who rolled her eyes at Abram. "I was just twenty nine."
"And you still didn't know how to use the internet." Miriam interrupted.
"I'm talking, thank you," Abram said annoyed. "And around this time, things got crazy."
Edited by -Meryl- - 9 years ago
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