Her dad landed up into turmoil in a jiffy. He felt himself in a quicksand with no one in his sight to shout out for a help.
"Asvi, you're already an engineer. You are too late to confess me of your hatreds concerning your life."
"No appa, I took this time out to confess my passions, and not hatreds."
Her dad's face looked so worried that have you had his picture at the moment; you would use it as a meme on social media.
"So, what are your passions? Let me know", he said in a low taut voice. Asvi felt it the most obvious moment that she waited for years.
"I want to pursue bachelors from culinary arts."
"Culinary arts? What on the earth is that?" he quizzed.
"It is about cooking. My life!"
You would burst out into laughter if you have witnessed those puzzled faces Asvi's dad made each time Asvi bombarded him.
Her mom, busy till then chewing meat and spewing bones claimed her presence.
"Cooking is your life? Your appa had sacrificed his life for yours, and now, how did you even imagine yourself a cheap cook?"
"Amma, don't look down on my dreams and it's not 'a cheap cook', 'the chief cook' which I aspired to be."
"What about Altair? You're about to be called in a month or two, remember?" her mom asked.
"Are you in a trance or something like that? That is not an issue at all. I'm all prepared to give it up if you both welcome me now."
"Asvi, why were you afraid of me all these days? I never wanted to be a stupid father, and I took it for granted that you'd be like other children around. Your respect belied your fear and now I see myself a loser. A loser as a father", he almost cried.
Asvi caressed her dad's shoulder saying "Appa, you're not a loser. It is me who has mistaken your care for your authority."
Asvi felt that the situation was too much dramatized as she never before had seen her dad breaking into tears. It was such a sappy scene for her and she wanted to divert it which otherwise, she'd be helpless.
"Appa, easy now! We'll talk about this some other time. I'm sorry for whatever happened. Please have your dinner."
"Your appa had never cried before. You'll pay for this one day. And even now you don't want to end it; you want to talk about it some other time", started her mother.
"Mridula! Enough of what had happened. You still want her to be afraid of us? I can't take this anymore", he admonished his wife and turned to his daughter saying "from now on, never suppress your thoughts for me or your amma. You got every right to live your life. Which is the best institute in India for c-u-l..."
Asvi was on cloud nine when she knew what her dad was about to say and she immediately helped the poor guy complete his word.
"C-U-L-I-N-A-R-Y A-R-T-S appa", her face illuminating like a bright star.
"Yeah, whatever it is!"
(to be continued...)
Comments
TN, I'm comfortable with the outline of the story. But, it will be a vague attempt if I don't do the necessary homework. Let me take some time to avoid the risk of cooking an insipid dish. :)
I am not sure how is the story title "Egoists Wedlock" fits to the content of the story. Can you explain?
Anele, I'll let you know once I finish the story. And, I'm updating it in the first post itself. I'll inbox you once I'm done with it. :)
Yeah Anele, things do happen for a reason. Had Asvi told about her dream course 4 years ago, her dad may not have considered it. As you rightly said, he was confident in his daughter because she proved herself in something which she didn't take up promisingly. So, she'd certainly reach her destiny in the road she's taken.
You were right. The word "gourmet" served as a hint for me which made me say that Asvi's father was intentionally ignoring her question about the food. He knew very well that his daughter is a good cook.
When he finally relented to the desire of his daughter, I have a feeling that he had great confidence in her. It's a pity that she had to finish first an undesired course before taking up her dream course. Well, things happen with a purpose.
Can't wait to read the climax of your story.......
Yeah, next time Anele :)
So this is the continuation to your first part but you added this part to the previous part. You can always copy the link of your previous part before you write the continuation. This way, the readers won't find it difficult to go back to your previous story.
I copy pasted the comment I made from your previous story here:
Honestly speaking, I felt like I was watching a comedy scene from a typical family of yesteryears' comedy sitcom.
When your story was not edited yet, the father appeared to be quite stern and highly adamant. One where no one can contradict or not easy to please with. He looked like a retired military man to me.
The contrast now was so striking that I was greatly amazed by the sudden change. Words can really make a big difference.
Father now seems to be a yielding and loving father after all. I don't know if my intuition is right but I have this feeling that he was merely ignoring how good his daughter could cook. (I couldn't help but laugh at the way he avoided answering how he liked the food.) Maybe, this secret admiration triggered him to give consent in the end and allowed his daughter to take culinary courses.
I just wonder.... why EGOIST'S WEDLOCK?