Love Thy Neighbour (Friend-Zoned 2)

Taking his advice, I nod once then cough. And cough. And cough so hard I almost gag. And cough a little more.

Once I get myself under control, I look up at him and wheeze, “That was strong shit. ”

He smiles so hard he looks almost proud and says, “Homemade. Remedy for any-ting. Cough, burn, cuts…any-ting. ”

Putting his arm around my shoulder, he walks me over to the steps and says, “You call me Boris. ”

I think I just won over Nat’s dad.

***

When Ash and dad emerge from the basement, I exhale the breath I hadn’t known I was holding. Dad wraps his arm around Ash, smiling and says to us girls, “I give him a small drink. ”

The rakija.

It always comes down to the rakija.

Rakija is a homemade alcohol that most Croat families make. It’s pronounced rah-key-yah but you have to roll the R. For any Croatian family, sharing rakija at your table is a sign of friendship which makes me glad. My dad sharing his best reserve with Ash means he’s accepted the fact that I’ve brought a guy home.

Now you just have to tell them you got married.

Thanks for reminding me, brain.

Now that everyone is in the room, I stand, clear my throat and move to stand next to Ash. I tell them all, “Sorry, guys. I wish we could stay but we’re heading back home tonight. ”

Dad’s brow furrows and he says, “Why? You stay tonight and go tomorrow. ”

Mom nods, “Yes. Stay tonight. We have plenty of room here. ”

Shaking my head, I say, “We weren’t even meant to be gone this long. We both have to get back to work, but we’re here because we’ve got something to tell you. ” I look up at Ash and take his hand. He smiles down at me and I suddenly feel lighter. Looking back at my family, I announce, “Asher and I got married yesterday. ”

A huge smile crosses my face and I watch as everyone falls into a stunned silence.

A minute passes and no one moves or says a thing. I squeeze Ash’s hand in a way, mentally yelling Help when finally my mother comes forward to stand in front of Ash. She says quietly with a small smile, “I’m Ana. Welcome to the family, Asher. ” Then she steps forward and pulls him down into a gentle hug.

My throat clogs.

When Mama steps back from him, Ash says quietly, “Thank you, Ana. ”

Nina and Helena both stare at me for a good minute before Nina squeaks and Helena shrieks, and they both jump on me and Asher, laughing and whooping.

Nina wails playfully, “I’m an old maid!”

Helena wails teasingly, “She’s an old maid!” And Nina smacks her on the back of the head.

We all laugh together and when they release us, my stomach churns.

Tata. Oh shit.

Meeting my dad stare for stare, I tell him confidently, “I love him. ”

A small smile graces my father’s face and he utters, “I know. He love you too. ” He looks at my hand in Asher’s and asks, “You want this?”

My eyes begin to sting.

Nodding, I choke out through quivering lips, “He’s all I’ll ever need. ” Ash puts his arms around me and kisses my head.

Dad nods and concedes, “Okay. Is good. I am happy man if my daughter is happy. ”