I can not believe father. How could he? How could he do this to me? He knows how much I love him. He knows how long I have waited for him. Seven years. I have waited seven long years for this man.
How my heart fluttered when my eyes first caught a glimpse of him — he was with his flock at the well in Paddan-Aram; I was with mine. How my heart leapt when he spoke to me, kissed me, and told me that we were of kin. How my heart did somersaults when he told father he would work seven years for him if he would give me — me — to him, as his wife.
I counted the days, remaining optimistic though the months were long and unbearable. My anticipation grew each passing year. I knew that, though I must wait and tarry, the night when he could call me his own and I could call him mine would soon be near.
But who is inside the marriage chamber now?
Leah. Not me. Leah.
How could he?
* * *
Last night was… unbelievable. Finally. After working for her hand for seven long years — ahh, seven years are but seven days to a man in love — she’s mine. She’s finally mine. I can finally spend the rest of my life with her. I can finally have sons and daughters with her. She’s mine. Mine forever.
She stirs. Shall I say good morning first? Or shall I drink of the honey of her lips before anything else?
Wait a minute. She isn’t my Rachel.
The woman beside me — she’s — she’s not Rachel.
* * *
Seven more days. Father said to wait for seven more days. He said it’s not customary for the younger to get married before the older. Well, he could have told everyone that before this all happened.
Well, Jacob shall have me seven days from now.
But he’ll have to work for father for an additional seven years.
I honour the man. The arithmetic is easy.
Seven years past plus the seven years to come. He would be toiling a total of fourteen years — yes, fourteen years — just for me.
* * *
Fourteen years, a hundred forty — what is a year to a man in love? What is a week? What is a day?
Time is simply transitory. I love her. I will fight for her. If I have to work in her father’s fields forever, I would.
Because she’s worth it.
She is.
END
Based on Genesis 29:1-30
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wow Mari! hahaha I enjoyed reading ur version of Leah and Jacob’s love story. hahahaha Thanks.
You mean Rachel? :D hehe. Hmmmm. Might be fun to try the Leah angle out, too. Thanks! ^_^
yeah, I mean Rachel. my bad. hahaha i pity leah though. hahaha It’s sad to be that girl. hehe
haha. it might be even funnier to try the competition that transpired after that.. hahaha
Haha! Yeah. I was actually going to write till Rachel finally had Joseph as a son to show another aspect of her waiting, here. But then I thought it would do as another story on its own. :D
haha. I trust u and ur creative juices! hehe go write! cheering for you… hehe
Yey! Thank you! :D
Wohoo, cheers to more creative writings, Mari! This one is very well written. apir! :D
Yehay! Thank you, Myla. The “realest” real ones are some of the best written. :D
Woah! Simply true and well laid down. Who would have thought that a chapter in Genesis could be written in this version of yours, miss? :P You’re awesome!
Thank you, miss! I wanted to discover what the people in the Bible felt. I wanted to be able to empathize with them, and they with me. Hihihi.
one of the stories in the bible i enjoyed the most :D
reblogging, can I? :D
Go ahead, Ate! As long as you link back to me. ;)
I think, it will :)
Yey!
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a classic story from another point of view… great!.. il read palang the others.. :) thanks for the tag, by the way
Yeah! Thanks, te! Sure thing. ^_^ Enjoy!
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One of my favorite stories in the Bible. Because she’s worth it. She is. Thanks Mari! :D