Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 00:36:02 -0700
From: Amar Patel <patelamar360@gmail.com>
Subject: Indian and American Relations (Chapter XIII)

Written by: Amar Patel

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Delay:

I am sorry for taking quite a while to type up this chapter. I have had
crazy weeks and been drafting ideas for my next story. Basically, I looked
back at this one and tried to do better flow. I assure you my readers that
I plan on finishing this story. Fractured wrist or not.


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			       Chapter XIII

	Sunlight poured in through the open window and Murali rubbed his
eyes. Erik had already woken up and had wrapped the blanket around Murali's
body. It was nearly 11 and he couldn't believe he slept that long. Doing
his morning rituals, he wondered where Erik was. As he headed down the
stairs, the nostalgic aroma of food hit his nostrils and dishes were
clinked as they were placed on the table. Murali heard Erik speaking to
someone and poked his head around the corner, Erik held a phone between his
ear and shoulder as he set the table. His back was turned and Murali
attempted to listen in.


"Posso io parlare con Marjanu? Grazie. Oh Ciao mio fratello! Faresti una
cosa per me? Puoi tu fare una prenotazione alle sei per mia famiglia?
Quanti gente? Ahm Nove. Sì Sì io le parlerò. Io sono una tale
pena?  hahaha sì sì non vedo l'ora di vederti! (Can I talk with
Marjanu? Thanks. Oh hello my brother! Will ya do something for me? Can you
make a reservation for my family at six? How many people? Ahm Nine. Yeah
Yeah I'll talk to you. I'm a pain? hahaha Yeah yeah can't wait to see
ya!)."  Erik chuckled again and hung up the phone.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop Murali." Erik said and Murali jumped.

"I'm sorry." Murali walked into the kitchen.

"Don't worry about it, just be quieter next time. I heard ya going down the
stairs." Erik smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Where is everyone?"

"Your parents and sister went with my dad to tour the city, so it's just
us."

"So what do you want to do? " Murali hoped for the best.

"I was thinking of spending the day with ya, it seems like we've had our
share of relationship troubles. I have a lot of places we can go to."


"What do you have in mind?"

"Well I packed a picnic, maybe we can go to the lakeshore. After do some
shopping and perhaps more."

"That would be great."

	Murali ate breakfast and changed into decent clothes, he was glad
that he had Erik to himself at last. Lately it seems that each day was
spent with someone outside their relationship. He didn't necessarily mind
it but he felt it had taken away from their time together. Erik was waiting
in the car and Murali joined him in the front. Giving him a charming smile,
Erik backed up and began driving to their destination. They arrived at the
lake within a half hour and Erik grabbed the basket from the back.

"Follow me, I got a private place." Erik winked and urged Murali to follow.


	They arrived at a thick collection of trees forming an enclosure,
branches intertwined forming a canopy and a single opening faced the blue
surface. To get in and out , Murali and Erik had to go between a crevice
between the two largest trees.  Spreading the blanket and laying the basket
on top, Erik patted for Murali to sit next to him. There was a slight
breeze and Erik's sweet scent carried. Murali sat and Erik handed him a
plate, they had quite a spread going. Erik had taken a lot of time to
prepare.

"Ya know back in Malta, there was a place where everyone used to go. We
would sit on ledge and watch the sea crash against the rocks. I wanted to
give ya the same experience." Erik began unwrapping the first dish.

"Why did you stay here?"

"Well I wanted to see something new, sometimes I regret staying. I must
admit the European in me is homesick. But then I remember something that
makes me feel a little better about staying?"

"What?"

Erik chuckled "You. If I hadn't stayed I would have never met ya."

Murali felt his face blush "Thank you."

"Meta ddahhal ic-curkett tat-tieg, tghaddas rasek ghal kull m'hu mehtieg."
Erik muttered to himself and served Murali a plate.

"What was that?" Murali looked at him with a confused expression.

"Once you put on a wedding ring you must submit to all that is
necessary. It's an old proverb."

"Are you worried?" Murali asked with his heart sinking slightly.

"A little." Erik sighed and passed Murali a plate of food.

"It looks good."

"Grazzi."

	Silence fell and Murali felt a surge of urgency to break it. The
food was quite delicious and Murali couldn't help but stuff his face. Erik
ate modestly and Murali placed his hand on Erik's thigh. Erik gave a shy
smile and gently clasped his hand with Murali's.

"Do ya like the food?"

"It's very good."

"Thanks a lot , it took me awhile."

"You look tired. Here lay your head in my lap."

"Thanks Murali." Erik placed his plate in the basket and gently laid down
so he looked up at Murali.

	Murali looked down at the handsome face, the hazel eyes struggling
to stay open. Erik's body was warm and comforting, there was something
about the place that made it relaxing. Birds sang in the trees above and
Murali felt his hand glide down Erik's chest. That woke Erik from his light
slumber, Erik sat up and embraced Murali. Lips pressed against his neck.

"How about we go shopping now? We pretty much cleaned the plates, so they
should be fine."

"Can we get ice cream?"

Erik's brow raised "You're such a kid, haha it will be my treat alright?"

	They spent the next few hours window shopping, Erik gazed at Murali
with a curious expression as he downed his third cone. Arriving at the
cafe, they were greeted by a relieved Alphonse. Alphonse went out of his
way to give them a corner booth, and took the order himself.


"Eet eez good you visited me. I 'ope you two are 'aving a good day
together."

When Alphonse left Erik still had that strange expression. "What is the
matter?"

"You have ice cream on your face." Erik smirked.

"Where?" Murali attempted to find it with his fingers.

"Hold on, I'll get it." Erik stood and sat next to Murali. Taking a napkin,
Erik gently patted his upper lip.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

	Their order arrived and Alphonse told them to have a great
day. Murali carried the coffees as they headed back to the car. Murali
constantly saw Erik looking at his watch as they drove home. They pulled
into the drive way and Erik smiled broadly at Murali.


"Hey I got a surprise. Were meeting my missier at Ir-Rahal for dinner!"
Erik smiled broadly

"Ir Rahal?" Murali had seen the building before but never went inside.

"It's a Maltese restaurant owned by family friends. Let me go get changed
alright?"

	Erik got out of the car and ran into the house. Murali twiddled his
thumbs and waited pateintly for Erik returned. He heard footsteps sooner
than he thought and saw a crest fallen Erik. Car keys were placed into his
lap. Murali looked up into the hazel eyes, Erik ruffled his head
affectionately. Leaning down, Erik gently kissed his cheek.

"Bad news Murali, Cecil left a voice mail. I'm needed at the station, can
you go by yourself?"

"Yes, I guess.."

"Sorry, maybe next time alright. Go have fun with my missier and your
parents. Tell Sal I said hi for me will ya?"

"Yeah I will. But are you sure you can't go?"

"Yeah, there really busy at the station."

"Alright..."

Erik ran his hand down his cheek "I'll make it up to ya."

Murali nodded "See you later."

	Murali slid over onto the driver's side and turned on the car. With
a last glance at Erik , he waved good bye and drove off.


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	Erik's father awaited him as Murali entered the restaurant. It was
decorated rather elegantly, french doors were opened in greeting and aromas
tickled at his nostrils. A Maltese flag alongside Italy's hung above the
doors, family tables rested in the front and two private rooms were on
either side. Erik's father placed a hand lovingly over his shoulder as they
walked. Murali couldn't help but admire the various family photographs and
awards on the wall. They entered a decently sized private room , and he was
greeted by familiar faces. His mother and father smiled warmly and Salvador
patted the seat to his left. Most of them had already begun eating, Murali
felt guilt about being late. Sitting, he was given a menu ,and Erik's
father patted his shoulder. Lavanya giggled at his expression.


"Do you need help ordering?"

Murali gazed at the Maltese text" What do you like ?"

"My friend owns this restaurant, so everything is good. Have you had rabbit
before? It's delicious."

"How about Timpana is that good?"

Erik's father laughed."It is basically Maltese lasagna. It is very good."

A waiter had arrived and Murali passed the menu " A Timpana please."

	The waiter nodded and went off to the kitchen. Murali was not
expecting the food to arrive fast but it came with ten minutes. As he took
his first bite, he was taken to heaven. The chef was well versed in spices
and the cheese oozed with every bite. The pasta was soft and filled with a
combination of ricota and chicken. Erik's father gazed at him with
curiosity.

"So what is the verdict?"

Murali swallowed "It is very good."

	Everyone laughed and his father nodded in agreement. Salvador took
a sip of his sangria to stop choking, and the meal went on. Murali couldn't
help but clean his plate, the flavors were compliments of one another. A
waiter refilled their glasses , Murali was about to take a sip when an
alarmed blared. The hostess ran in with a panicked look and relaxed before
speaking.


"I am sorry, there has been a fire reported in the building. I have to ask
you to clear out." The hostess pointed to the front door.

	The hostess led them and several other customers into the parking
lot. Other employees also joined the collection of people. A fire engine
pulled into the lot, the sirens were deafening and several men jumped down
from the truck.  Murali covered his ears and the sirens suddenly ceased, he
looked to see that the firefighters formed a line. He looked back and
realized that his companions and other customers formed a circle with the
firemen. A single fireman walked out to Murali. Confusion welled in his
mind , he could only see the fireman's hazel eyes. His lover's eyes.

"Murali Khan?"

Murali smiled "Yes?"

The fireman removed his mask revealing Erik's handsome face "Murali, I met
ya in the gym of all places. You were sweet and shy, always
considerate. The day that you professed your love for me was a shock, but I
couldn't help but love you back.  You have helped me and given me
tribulations. You stayed with me in Malta when my grandmother died. Then ya
broke my heart. I had to muster the strength to fly across the world to
find ya. Today I had to throw ya off the trail and get the courage to ask
this." Erik kneeled on one knee and removed a small box from the inside of
his pocket.


Murali couldn't help but begin crying with joy , Erik smiled in
comfort. "Murali?"

Murali wiped his tears "Yes?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes yes, a thousand times yes." Murali responded through sobs.

	Erik grabbed his hand and placed a ring upon his finger. As Murali
looked down he saw a golden band, a single sapphire rested in a flower made
of shimmering diamonds. Applause erupted and he received a loving embrace
from his sexy fireman. They were joined by Erik's friends and his family.
Erik's father wiped a tear from his eye, his parents were jumping into each
others arms in happiness. Lavanya of course was bawling her eyes ou and
Salvador smiled at him.

"I am yours and you are mine." Erik whispered into his ear.

"Shall we get plans going?"

"Of course hahaha but first I need to eat, I'm hungry." Erik kissed him
hard.

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			    End of Chapter XIII


	It is almost the end for our leading men. Opinions and feedback
should be sent to my email. I have provided several links to those who are
interested in the Maltese Language. This includes spoken tongue and
songs. Thank you Zazu again for your contributions. (Both Italian and
Maltese).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBxPXTJ1Bd8 : Maltese song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHd9HStnRCQ : Maltese Spoken tongue