A few days after I had sank into a comfortable spot, I was going through all of my things when I came across the parcel Noori’s brother had given to me for her, back in Melbourne. Opportunity to see her!
I made my way up to her house and bravely presented Noori with the package. The family was present and she motioned to me not to speak candidly. They offered me a cool drink and then the best thing for me to do was return back down the hill.
A little more time passed when Noori began to come around again, to see the family yes, to be of whatever help she could for my mother and sister-in-law, to see me for sure. I’m most glad she did. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if my little angel hadn’t come back and saved me.
She was especially interested to hear about my overseas adventures in Bombay and Melbourne. News of her brother in Melbourne from someone who saw him in person made her very happy. And no I didn’t tell on her brother …that he ate pork sausages at breakfast!
You know Noori and I had been the best of friends for a long time now, especially she was there before I even met Hemma and then through the middle of all the Hemma and family problems.
Noori always made a point (and always without a row) to step aside and let my life take its course. She consistently assured me she would always be there for me, all the way. And she was; she did just that.
With the lighter load of my mind and in my heart, I was free to feel myself again. I dare say, we were falling in love. Boy oh boy, in reflection does it ever feel as though the space in my young life that was taken up with Hemma time was definitely karmic.
Experiencing the loss of a child and a heart that played a constant flip-flop; a lonely, almost desperate void. Yeah, I think so.
Noori came in and she loved me wholeheartedly, she took care of me and this allowed me to feel completely at ease and be able to be there for her equally. I believe this is how it should be. Sadly I couldn’t be there for her openly in her family’s presence as the Hindu-Muslim thing was still very much in force.
My family however was very happy with Noori as well. They noticed the absolute light return to my eyes. I know this relationship saved my heart, my all, my sanity for what that was worth.
A little time had passed and it was definitely time to speak with a lawyer. Someone in our circle recommended a well-known attorney in Suva and I immediately set up an appointment to discuss my situation. I knew I’d best get some good legal advice. Although sad is the reason, still at least there wouldn’t be a custody battle in all this.
I arrived alone at 9a sharp the morning of my appointment. I was invited into his office and met with the lawyer and his paralegal. They seemed warm and friendly contrary to a lawyer’s most often preceding reputation. Would it have anything to do with him being a relation by way of marriage? Who knew, it’s all good, right?
He told me after I sat down, “The floor is yours. Open up and tell me everything.”
So I began with the beginning; that fateful evening when I was first introduced to Hemma … and her family.
I told him all I could remember and how it went in my mind. After they listened to everything, there was a very brief space of silence, a breath or two’s worth and then he said, “Divorce at this time is not possible. Not right away. I will file for a legal separation. And you cannot leave Fiji during the year.”
‘What do you mean, exactly?’ I asked, just a bit taken aback by that remark. I was still young what did I know? He went on to explain there had to be time in between just in case there’s a chance of reconciliation. I already had tried all I would and I knew for certain that wouldn’t happen. “And we’ll take it from there.” he finished.