Taming of Alisa

The decision

Most families from Southern Moldova with any assets left decade ago when the Russians took over the county. My family was one of those that left. What always surprise me is how much of the old county ways stick with these families and how closely knit the people from that area are after all these years. My parents were young children when they left but they still think of themselves as Moldavians. Most every one in the family speaks some Moldovan; on Sunday my mom dresses just like her mom did there.

Our family like so many of the well off Moldovan still practices arranged marriages. Don’t throw up your hands they aren’t forced marriages; the people involved do have some say in the matter if nothing else you do get somewhat of a veto. My parents and family friends from home had matched me with a woman name Alisa. I had known all the way through college of my families plans for Alisa and me. I had met her when we were teenagers at wedding. We had never talked but we have met. As graduation came close her father and mine felt it was time for us to court. We formally introduced at a family gathering during Easter break.

I wasn’t sure about the hold arranged marriage thing worked but out of respect for my family I went along with the planned meeting. I would always veto her if she was a dog.

“Are you serious I thought you were joking when we talked about arranged marriages;” I screamed at my mommy.

“Alisa pleased calm down,” mommy pleaded

I didn’t have the idea about the family’s plans. Didn’t arranged marriage end in the dark ages or something? My god I’m going to college. I graduate at the top of my high school class. Your parents can sell you to someone can they? I only agreed to the meeting because parent told me they would cut me off if I didn’t, and daddy is rich so it’s a lot of money.  And I could always veto him if he was a moron.

My parents and I drove to meet Alisa and her parents at there home. I was very impressed as we drove up to their home. I had never seen a house with some many garages, and the coolest Ferrari sitting in the driveway. That was unimpressive compared to Alisa walking into the room. She stood a stately 6 feet in the heels she was wearing with legs and more legs. Her breasts weren’t that big but they were nicely formed and seem to standout. Loveliest long brown hair lay over her shoulders. The loveliest smile and sexy eyes, god dad was taking care of me.

It was easy to tell which one was Colo as I walked in the room; he was just staring at me as I walked in with my mother. My first thought was at least he is taller than me. I may not to able to wear my highest heels but I can wear most of them. He was good looking, strong facial features, Very Very fit and trim; I wonder if run or works out somewhere.

The first few weeks Alisa and I meet most every day, lunch in the local restaurants, dinner in the city center. She was outgoing, more of a party girl than most of the women I knew. She was fun to be with as long as we do want she wants Push her do something else, and she could be a real bitch. One minute she was a beautiful 20 something woman, the next she was spoiled 4-year little girl.

Colo is a lovely man, a little too stuffy like my daddy to go out and party on Saturday night. But he is loyal, great company in a small group. I don’t like that he going to be an international banker like daddy. But he is cute. His body is amazing strong and sensual. He looks like the mens underwear commercial. But god is 24 or 42 it’s hard to tell sometimes. He is great at home but he won’t even have a third drink when we go out.

I know both the families are pushing this arrange marriage thing, but I’m not sure I could spend my life with someone as flaky as Alisa. The girl is gorgeous; will she ever grow up? Her father is very supportive and is doing his best to help me get some control over her childish actions. I’m going to let Alisa and I simmer till it’s graduation time. I’ve got a couple of great interviews. My parents and Alisa family are worried because the best one is on the west coast.

The west coast job was very interesting but I took the job at the bank in the city. They seem very interested in me, the interviewer put on a hard sales pitch and the money was great. I moved into my cubical with the other 3 new college hires. In a matter of days the place felt like home. Work was great I’m learning moving ahead. I was starting to think it was time to get married but Alisa I think was just too wild. I know the families are not going to be happy. But she is such a flake.

I met a few young women through work and decided I would like to go out with a couple but for some reason felt it was better to tell my parents and Alisa parent what I wanted before I did. They were crushed. Alisa mom cried. Then came the part about having parent from a different culture the 45 minute heated talk the native tongue which I couldn’t follow. I know Alisa and I were the topic but god know what was say. Alisa’s mom did most of the talking. It was odd because in the months I been coming over she almost always deferred decisions to her husband. But on this one she was taking the lead. I wonder is you pushing for or against the marriage?

Alisa father looked at me and asked, “Is the problem the way Alisa acts? Is she too headstrong? What is?” I could image those were very hard questions to ask about your daughter.

I didn’t want to answer him. I was sure my answer would get me kill for break his heart. “Sir, Alisa is a lovely girl. She is pretty, smart but she still acts like a young girl. I want someone mature a little more tradition. Someone who shows respect for me and the family like your wife and my mother do for their husbands.”

“Is she disrespectful?” her mother asked

“Ma’am, it’s not really some much disrespectful as she always put herself ahead of every thing and everyone else. I would want the mother of our children to put family ahead of what she wants. Also someone needs to be in charge, there needs to a decision maker. That person needs to respect the others but at some point someone need to be in control.” I could tell she really agreed with what I was saying, so I laid it on a little thick. “Ma’am she isn’t willing to ever admit someone else could know better.”

There was another long heated conversation about Alisa and me. It ended with Alisa mother calling her and asking her to come home.

I was a little set back when I walked into the living room, my daddy and mommy, Colo parents, and Colo. From the glasses on the table and the look of everyone they had been there for some time.

“Alisa,” her father started,” Colo came here today to tell us he wanted to look at other women in search of a bride.” I was a little taken back, breaking up with me through my parents, really. “Do you love him? Do you want to marry him?”

The answer first question was hard to answer because I maybe did, “Daddy I don’t know, I really like him it could be love but he’s so into job and making a living. He's not real fun most of the time.” The second question was easy if I didn’t say yes I would have to go get a job. “Yes, daddy I would like to marry him!” The part no one heard was “but not for a long long time. “

My daddy asked Colo if I change my attitude would he still feel the need to look at others. Shit me change MY attitude. It wasn’t my attitude that was the problem it was all of theirs. What did they want me to follow him around and say yes to everything he asks? Come on.

My mommy and I when back and forth about women’s right and submissiveness, then she shocked me when she said, “ I choose to follow you father, I choose to submit to his authority, he in turn respects my voice and  listen to my input but in the end the decision is always his. And it’s worked very well for us for a long time.” As I thought about it my parents didn’t fight about anything were always happy and loving. My mommy always has the best. She does seem to enjoy taking care of all his needs.

“Alisa,” mommy asks softly, “I would like to you take a training class in how to serve your future husband. Colo I would ask that you monitor her training and not make a decision about your futures together until after the training.”

We both agreed.

Colo picked me up three day later, after a teary eye good bye my mother kissed me. Her parting words were, “you leave my daring child and will rewarded a dutiful wife.”

Oddly in the last three days I had grown to respect Colo much more. He was taking a manlier stance with me and the world. He wasn’t putting up with my shit and nice reminder of my daddy. I wonder if I’m not fight as hard.

We drove out into the country side. After about 2 hours we pulling into long drive way Colo was checking the GPS, I was checking the beautiful grounds. They were glorious. I noticed off away from the driveway three young women in long flowing white gowns working on a planting bed. Seemed like strange wear for outside work.

We were meet at front door, oddly the man took Colo inside the building but left me standing in the entry way. As I grew bored waiting I noticed there wasn’t a chair. I pushed on the double door in enter the building but they were locked. I turned and the pushed on the outside doors to discover they were locked also. I started to pace around the room I didn’t like being locked in. That wasn’t what I agreed to.

As I walked into Mr. Kirschner office I was alone, I couldn’t help but notice the rows and rows of beautiful women photos on the walls. There were hundreds you could see the progression of time in the hair styles of the women. The only thing that was timeless in all the photos was the long flowing white dresses. As got closer to Mr. Kirschner's deck I saw four TV sets in one was Alisa standing in the entry. Mr. Kirschner greeted me from the doorway. “Colo, please sit down, I see you found your lovely bride to be in the monitor.”

“Yes, she doesn’t look happy to be there does she?” I replied

He smile and laughed. “No, she doesn’t have a lot of patience does she. I assume that something you want us to work on.”

That was part of the million dollar question. I was quite sure what Mr. Kirschner's School did teach. “Mr. Kirschner, I don’t know what your school teaches, my future mother-in-law is the one who wants her daughter to attend. Alisa has a problem she is self serving and doesn’t have respect for others.”

Mr. Kirschner started walking to wall where all the photos of past trainee were. “I remember your future mother-in-law well. This is her on the day she left us. She was in the first class that I was lead instructor. As you can see she was a stunning woman.” He stopped to clear his throat.

“Colo, we mold women minds to anything you need. We train them to submit to their superior. In your case we will train Alisa to be respect, humble and obedient, as her mother requested. I recall those were issue we worked on for her husband too. Colo it’s very important that with her submit come responsibility for you. You have to learn to be emotionally supportive, understanding and respectful of her needs. It’s your job to protect her from the world.”

Mr. Kirschner pointed to the monitor Alisa was pacing around and around the entry. “She’s going to need a lot of work on patience.” Mr. Kirchner handed me an internet web address, “Please try to monitor her training as much as your schedule permits. It’s important that you use the same control when you take her home.”

“Mr. Kirschner, how long does the training take?”

“We never know, it depends on the woman, I’ve sent some home in less than a week others take months.” Now young sir I’ll have one of the staff show you to the car, please call me at any time if you have a question about what you see.”

“When do I say good bye to Alisa?”

“Not today, I think it’s going to be quite some time before she leave the entry way.”

“Someone open these dam doors NOW,” I keep screaming. Isn’t there anyone out there? It seems like I’ve been in this little room for hours. “God Dam it let me out!!!!”. I can’t just stand here I’ve got to get out. After pounding forever I just need some rest and where the hell is Colo? I decide to sit in the corner so I can watch both doors. I can see from the little window above the door its getting dark. How long have I been here?

Finally someone at the door, as the door starts to open I let them have a piece of my mind, “you asshole what is the meaning of locking me in here, what do -------,”, Shit the door closed and I can hear it being locked again before I could even get a word out. I don’t know what to do now. I have to pee so badly.