This chapter is a continuation of the previous work Unthan Nyabagame: 2.
As always, there's a note at the end.
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Unthan Nyabagame: 2
"Sivu" her mom called. When there was no response, her mom called louder "Sivaangi".
Sivaangi who was blindly staring at the TV screen without paying any attention to even what was on jerked at her mom's voice "Enna ma?". "Idha poi kuduthutu vaa sonnen". "Edha? Enga?" she asked with irritation laced in her voice. "Athai veetla. The bag on the coffee table. Pudhu Muruku kuzhal iruku, anni ketrundhaanga when I had gone shopping" her mom replied annoyed that she hadn't been paying attention.
"Ippo edhuku avangaluku muruku, it's not even Diwali. Enna avasaram, appram kuduthukalam " she argued. "The kuzhal can be used to make other things as well, like idiyappam. Romba kelvi kekaama, sonadha sei." her mom replied getting angrier.
"Mudiyadhu" she replied and went back to looking at the TV. Her mom looked at her questioningly with her hand on her hips dramatically "aen de?".
"Ashwin" she answered with a word and turned back to TV. "Iva oruthi, periya edho India Pakistan range ku scene podra. Don't go in, Vaasal la kuduthutu vandhru" her mom replied. "Avan door open panna? Why can't appa go?" Sivaangi shot back. Sighing her mom explained her dad was working on something but ultimately turned to her husband who was looking at a spreadsheet on the laptop sitting at the adjacent sofa.
Sivaangi went back to focusing on staring at the TV or rather being angry at herself. She wondered why she was wasting her Saturday thinking about something that happened a week back. "Not like you can take the words back" she spoke to herself. Mumbling her dad got up, when her mom said "Avangale vandhu vaangidraangalaam , kovil porappo".
A half hour later, Sivaangi opened the door muttering "Vaa athai, hi mama". Realizing the cause of her embarrassment wasn't at the door, she sighed a breath of relief and walked them in. As she was mocking her aunt for coming all the way for a cooking tool of all things, her mother asked Sivaangi to get some snacks for them. When she walked to the kitchen, Ashwin strolled in saying he couldn't find a parking sooner.
"Ivan aen vandhrukaan?" she muttered to herself placing the ghee laden Mysorepak on the tray. Adding the spicy mixture to the bowl on the tray she spoke to herself "unna Avan thirumbi kooda paakala. Namma pesuna pechu apdi". She stared at the tray wishing it would transport itself to the living room. "Sivaangi, innuma snacks edukra" her mom called out giving her no choice but go out muttering to herself "might as well rip the bandaid off ippove".
Placing the tray on the coffee table, she perched on the arm of the smaller couch her parents were seated on that was perpendicular to the couch where Ashwin and his family were seated. She sneakily looked at him staring at his phone muttering "evlo thimiru" while her inner self reminded her of the two words she hastily uttered that caused him to be indifferent.
She was staring at the sweets on the table when their families were busy conversing about the techniques in making idiyappam using the new tool her mom had purchased. Having discussed enough about idiyappam, her mom piped up "aen Ashwin no sonna. Epdi pesamale pidikala nu solra, at least you could have spoken to her. She's a pretty successful dentist, smart girl. Sometimes things fall in place when you talk to someone before making a judgement".
If happiness had a face, it would be Sivaangi at that particular moment. Although, she wasn't still sure why she asked him to say no, him seeing through her request gave her a happiness she couldn't explain.
Comically she piped up, "Amma, andha Mysorepak eduthu kudu". Earning a glare from both her parents and a weird look from Ashwin's parents, she continued "what?! It's really good mysorepak, evlo ghee, sugar laan potu pannirkaanga, yaarume Adha sapdaama pesite irukeenga nu sonnen. Naanaachum sapdren" getting a piece of the sweet off the tray.
