NOT ANOTHER PA- PART 1- POST 1/4 – PART 105 

Published March 21, 2015 by katysoqewl

The moment when you realize that every person has a quality that can be loved, is the moment you will stop worrying about who you are going to marry. 

I’ve come to a realization, that every person has a quality or trait in them that can be loved, every person can be treasures beyond any measure, you just have to find what that is and that is why when a couple gets married even if they didn’t know each other, they grow to love one another because of this fact. It is so amazing that each and every person that I have encountered, possesses a different trait for which you can love them. This brings me to my story.. My story about Laila..
She didn’t get married the “normal” way.. Her parents arranged her a marriage partner when she was born and so she had no choice but to marry him. It seems like a 16th century thing to do but trust me this is real. She was at about marriageable age when her father confronted her and informed her about this. She was quite disheartened as she was “in love” with this other boy. Anyway, she got married to this guy who she had no cooking clue about. The only thing she was sure of was that he had 2 sisters and that was about it. She followed the typical Indian traditions for her wedding and that was done and dusted. Now came the awkward part, to spend time with a stranger as he was at this stage. She trend getting advice from her family and friends but they were all at a blank. She felt lonely, depressed and even wanted to commit the s word at one point. She was so disheartened that she couldn’t marry the boy she was in love with but I guess the almighty plans and his plans are always the best.. She got through the honeymoon period which they went to Cape Town for and now began life off the bed of roses.. He was a lawyer and so was constantly busy with work and she was a P.A for a Male Accountant. You can only imagine how this was. Read books and you will know that the P.A ends up having an affair with her boss.. Now this was no book.. The husband had a P.A as well and she was a thin, lean, beautiful white lady who looked as though she had never missed a meal in her life. She was the kind that her nails were always shining and that her hair was straightened to perfection. Her clothes were always without a crease and those 3 inch stiletoue heels made her look even more striking. The cherry on the top was her sweet voice. So you can imagine what that was like.. She was Muslim judging by her name , but I’m not so sure.. 
After they got married, his wife and her automatically developed a sense of competitor between them and I instinctively thought, “oh boy, here we go again.” Wife feels threatened, tells the husband to fire her or else.. He refuses.. Divorce.. Standard protocol.. But I was in for a little story changer.. The competition wasn’t about him.. 
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