Agent Bride

Chapter 3: The Talk

I stared at Tyran Ishfaq in shock.

How was it possible?

Tyran was going to be my science teacher and I had to marry Tyran?

I wanted to slap myself. This had to be a dream.

"A-hem," Tyran coughed.

I looked at Tyran. "Oh, hi."

"Jasmine Fernandez Patel?" Tyran asked adjusting his glasses.

"Yes," I said, seating on the chair across him.

"I am Tyran Ishfaq," he smiled with nervousness. "Nice to meet you."

"Um . . . sure?" I said as he looked at me, confusingly.

"I . . . kind of suck at introducing myself . . ." he said and then looked back and saw a older man holding on a news paper.

The news paper had two holes on it so the older man could see us.

It was kind of silly.

Tyran seamed to freak out the moment he saw the older man. He looked at me and then got more nervous.

"Tyran?"

"Yes, so I am Tyran . . . I mean, I told you that," he got more nervous. " . . . and I am a school teacher . . . and . . ."

Why was he getting all nervous?

"Ah!" Tyran slapped his cheeks. "I cannot do this."

"Do what?" I asked.

Tyran took a deep breathe and then looked at me. "Listen, that guy behind me who is spying on us from the holes of the news paper is actually my dad."

Oh . . .

Wow.

I looked at the older man and noticed him drinking coffee.

"My dad is really strict. I mean, he is in army, alright? Like, he knows how to break people's bones-"

"Are you scared of him?" I asked. I wanted to actually laugh the way he was behaving.

"Of course I am scared of my own dad. You have no idea. Like this one time, I kicked my brother and then dad got angry and threw me out of the house at night," he said. "Can you believe it. Like, I was only 13 that time. It wasn't a good thing. And he brought me back to home after 2 hours. It was a physical torcher."

"Oh wow," I said as I put my arms on the table and listened to him.

It was actually fun watching him freaking out over his dad.

"I am sorry if I am saying you all this things but I am not those brave muscle guys. I am actually a human being that believes in peace," he said.

I smiled. "Sure. But, your dad knows that we are going to meet. He doesn't need to hide and watch us from the holes of the paper."

"Yeah but actually he is just spying on me," He sighed. "I mean, I kind of didn't agree to marry any girl so far that I have gotten introduced to and it has been a few months since my parents are introducing me to girls and I just don't find them connected to me. So, this time, dad purposely came to glare at me and push me to accept this marriage."

I looked at Tyran. Even though this guy was blubbering, I liked the way he was talking. I noticed my phone bleeping as when I turned on my phone, I saw sis texting me to move with the flow.

"I mean, I don't want to push you in marriage and neither do I want to get married but . . ." he sighed. "I am sorry if I am blubbering."

"It's fine," I said. "How about we order a cup off coffee while we talk?"

"Oh, that's would be awesome," he said. He waved at a waiter and a waiter came in front of us with a menu.

Tyran and I both took the menu card in our hand and we choose our ordered. I ordered ice coffee with vanilla shot while he ordered green tea mocha. The drinks was delivered to our table and we began to drink it.

"So, are you always this quiet?" Tyran asked as he took a sip of his drink.

"No," I took a sip of my drink. "Actually, this is the first time I have meet a guy in a blind date."

"Really?" he asked as I nodded. "You are lucky then. I went through so much pain in getting introduced to girls. Like, our talk would finish in a few minutes and either I would dump her or she would dump me."

"Well," I looked at him. "Were you as nervous as now when you talked with those girls."

"Nay, I mean, that time I didn't had my dad spying on me like this and to be honest, I didn't understand what those girls wanted me to talk to them about," he signed. "I mean, I do get it that I should have compliment girls about their looks and how beautiful they are but honestly, shouldn't that be a fake compliment?"

I looked at him. His words were catching my attention.

"I mean, sure girls are pretty but that's not what I am looking for. I believe that beauty comes from people's heart. I cannot tell a girl that she is beautiful without knowing her well. That just silly," he took a sip of his drink. "Plus, they are not themselves. They use tons of makeup when they came to see me but that is just not right."

"It's not?" I asked. I thought boys liked girls who would put makeup and look nice to catch their attention.

"I do understand that girls love wearing make up and I support that, but that's for the world, right? If I am marrying somebody, I am going to see her 24 hours with and without makeup. So, it doesn't make sense of why a girl would meet her date with wearing a ton of makeup when the actual purpose is to fall in love with her heart, not with her makeup," he explained.

I stared at Tyran.

This guy . . . the more I was listening to him, the more I was feeling myself drawn to him. His prospective was different than other males. The way he talked or the way he viewed things were so much unique that I was developing a crave to hear his words again.

Tyran was going to say something and saw me staring at him and smiled. "I am sorry if -"

"No, you don't have to be sorry," I smiled. "I just never seen a person talking this deep about relationships and life."

"Really? You don't find this crappy or like boring-"

"No, of course not," I laughed. "I mean, what you said made sense."

Tyran smiled. "You know you are the first person who actually agreed with me."

Just then his phone rang.

Tyran looked at his phone and picked the phone call. "Assalamualikum Maidah . . . okay? So . . . what?! Noor ate your chocolate and made you cry?! Oh sweetie, stop crying. It's okay. Big bro is going to get all meanie with Noor, okay?"

I didn't know why but I was smiling. This part of him was something that caught my attention. Tyran was such a good brother.

"Oh, cheer up, little sweet pea. I promise I will get you a kit Kat today . . . yes, by night okay? . . . okay, I will talk to you later then . . ." he said as he hung up the phone.

"That's sweet," I commented. "It was your sister, wasn't it?"

"It was," he smiled. "She is only 5."

"Oh, cool," I said as I looked at my wrist watch. It was 3 hours since I came here. I looked outside and noticed it was turning dark. "Hey, I need to go home now because it is going to be Magrib soon and I need to pray."

"Oh really?" he asked. "I had no idea. It seems like I loose track of time when I am talking to you."

I smiled as I got off my chair.

"Oh wait," he said as I looked at him. "Do you think we can do this again? I mean, it's fine if you don't want to see me again but I liked talking to you."

I looked at him. His eyes were filled with hope. Even though I knew that he was going to be my teacher in September, I wanted to talk to him again. After all, no man have even caught my interest until Tyran.

I cleared my throat and said, "Sure, so where do you want to meet next time?"

"I don't know. We can discuss it over the phone . . ." his eyes met mine again. "You think we can switch our phone numbers?"

"Sure, it's 521 - 528 - 0029," I said as he put it on his phone and saved it there.

"I will give you a miss call so you would have my phone number," he smiled. "Have a nice day and Assalamualikum."

I smiled. "Walikum Assalam," I said as I walked out of the coffee table and noticed Sarah standing near the corner of the exit and smirking.

"So?" she asked as I began to walk out of the exit. "How did it go?"

I snorted. "Okay, I guess."

"Really?" she asked putting her arms from behind on me as we walked towards the parking lot. "What was with the little smiles that you were shooting at him. I bet you like him."

"I don't," I sighed. Tyran was just a bit different.

"Yeah, yeah, keep your denial on. I even saw you swapping phone numbers," she smirked as she got on the driver's seat of the car. "Don't tell me you are going to sneak out in the middle of the night to have a romantic chit-chat with him."

"Heck no, sis," I sighed seating beside her. "He just wanted to meet again so that's why we swapped phone numbers-"

"Just him?" she put in her seat belt. "I think you are looking forward to meet him again as well."

For some reason, I felt a tint of blush running on my cheeks. "Not it's not. It is just a talk," I crossed my arms.

Sarah laughed. "Aw, I miss being in my 30s now. Young love," she laughed again as I kept ignoring her.

Even though Sarah was laughing and I kept denying but to be honest, I wanted to see him again. Not because of his good looks but, I wanted to hear more about views. I wanted to know how he could judge something in such deep and meaningful ways.

I also knew what I was stepping on to. I was looking forward to meet my own science teacher when he had no idea of who I really was. It wasn't safe for his side and neither the law appreciated teacher and student relationships.

But, I guess . . . a little bit talking with Tyran would hurt much, right?