Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

Allison watch as Mark make food for them but another door bell interrupts them. It's been everyday since their new neighbor move in few woods away from Allison's house. Allison was quite agitated and the woman obviously wanted to get into their house to have a nice chat. She wants to drive the woman away. 

Mark doesn't want to be arrogant so he told her that he's going to talk with the woman. He disguise first and walk outside, topless and with an apron. 

"Hi, I brought lasagna casserole again." She said with a smile. She's got beautiful smile and she look a little like Allison. If Allison smile they would look alike but Allison will look more beautiful. 

"Ah, sorry. But I can't accept that, I already make Lasagna so…" 

She sniffle and smile wide. 

"Yeah, I can smell that famishing lasagna. Perhaps you can teach me your recipe." 

Allison watch them talk. The conversation goes on and she listen to them and study their interaction. The only thing she didn't want was for him to be with someone else. So, she study the woman's body language. On how she flip her hair a little and flutters her eyelashes and how she make her voice softer and sweeter was all enough to know that she was trying to seduce and flirt with him. 

Mark was a veteran when it comes into flirting. She just stood there for three minutes and it seemed the woman didn't want to go. Allison look at her ring finger where the ring is located. She stare at it for a while. Mark doesn't deserve an aspie like her. She can't socialize and she can't talk to other people normally because they would think that she is arrogant. 

"My mom will have her birthday in our house and you should come." She said with twinkling eyes. 

"I—I don't know. My darling doesn't like much of people—I mean she doesn't like crowds." 

"Come on," She pouted a little trying to be cute. "You are the only near neighbor… but I will also give invitations to other neighbors." 

"I will try." He said. "Oh, I have to go. Gotta check on my lasagna. Thank you for coming." 

Mark got inside and Allison was still standing where the woman stayed as she bit her lower lip. She had decided. She can't leave Mark until she get pregnant. Mark hugged her from behind and kisses her cheek. 

"I like the one you make." She said. Mark was pleased and pick her up as he took her to the kitchen. Allison just sit there like a robot as he watch him pull out the lasagna from the oven and he smile at her. Then he look into her eyes. It doesn't show much of an expression, but he knows that she already thought of something that she had agreed upon in her mind. 

"Let's go to the neighbor's party." He said. 

"You go ahead." She said. 

"No. Baby," He reach her hand. "You need a new environment." 

Allison understand that, but was it for her or did he need a new environment because he's been isolated with her for so long? So, he wouldn't go out without her. She agreed because she like seeing his smile. Friendly smile to everyone. What's with the stabbing pain in her chest and what's with her anxiety? 

After they ate, Mark rummage on her closet and he didn't find any single dress for her. So they went to the nearest boutique and he choose dresses for her and paid for it. He also bought organic lipstick for her so she wouldn't get rashes. However, with or without make up she look stunning. That's natural beauty. 

Allison let him do what he wanted, dressing her up, letting her wear a pretty shoes and then fixing her hair. She's like his doll but still his eyes becomes passionate whenever he look at her. He hold her hands and kisses each of it. 

"Just try to socialize a little, okay? And if you are tired, we can come home. Let's just show some face since our neighbor invited us." 

"Do you like our neighbor?" She asked him. 

"Like? Like what?" 

"Like. You feel attraction. You might lust after her or adore her." 

Mark was stunned at what she said. He smile and pats her head. 

"There's no one I like but you my darling." He said. "I might, look at girls and check them out but no one compares to you because you are you." He said and kiss her lips lightly. "I just love the way you are." 

"You don't love me. You just lust after me." 

"My love for you is mixed with lust…" He caresses her curves." 

They went to the neighbor holding hands as they walk. They brought a present for the woman's mother. The woman's name is Alice and her husband's name is Martin. There are few people and lots of cars trailed on the drive way. 

Alice was getting all the attention as she wore a beautiful dress, great make up and she's a real elite. Mark hold her hands tightly and mutter in her ear. Middle age people are greeting her and her husband and then Alice turn to them and her smile and face brightens even more. She excuse herself and greet them and touch Allison cheek to cheek greeting but Mark shook her hand and said that Allison is very sensitive. 

"Oh, okay." She smiled and lead them inside. 

Allison suddenly hear a familiar voice talking to women at her age. Then she turn to that voice and she stop that also makes Mark stop. Then he look at her. 

"I'm going home." She said. Her whole body want to be in rage but she just couldn't because if she does, she will be embarrassed, and people would think of her as a lunatic. 

"What? We just got here." He said and pull her closer. Allison look around to see the painting of the woman she detest. She clutch on Mark's arm like she's in a little panic, but her face was calm. 

"I'm going home." She said again. Mark nodded and Alice look at them. She seemed to be curious on why Allison wanted to go home. 

"Best regards for your mother." Mark give a paper bag to Alice. "Happy birthday to her." 

"Alice." That sweet and motherly voice came closer to them and Alice smile. 

"Mom, I told you before our neighbor." She said. Mark face them and Allison's eyes was direct to Alice's mother. "Mark this is my mom, Patricia and Mom, this is Mark and—"

"Allison." Patricia mutters. Her eyes waters as she looked at the grown up Allison it's been years. Twenty four years since she last saw her. "You are Allison, right?" Patricia asked. 

"You still remember that four-year-old little girl that you left to her father?" Allison said monotonously. "I remember clearly how you pack up your clothes while your man was waiting outside for you. Yes, I am Allison. I shall take my leave now, because I know that you hate seeing this face." 

Patricia's face got paled and her lips tremble. 

Mark already knows that it was painful for Allison to see her mother. So he said his goodbye although Alice hold them. Allison frown at Alice. 

"I know you lust after Mark and you always look at his body and his core. But he's mine at the moment." She said straightly. Mark was worried that she's being scandalous, but it was frank. Only Alice hear it and even her husband. 

"You are mistaken." 

"Alice," Patricia weans. 

Allison pull her hand from Mark as she walk briskly back to her house. She trip multiple times on her way there and it might scratch her knees. Mark feels in pain as she watch her walk briskly all the way home. He took big steps and she run to her room and closes it. Mark followed her and instead of finding her on the bed, she was nowhere. 

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