Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第290/327页)

wtheplumpyoungmanleadamantowardsthealtar.Themanidatedsafarihatandlookedlikeahomelessperson.Therewasnodiscriminationinthegtheoldpastorcastathim,buthewasgreatlypuzzled.Howcouldthisraggedyhomelesspersohemysteriousmulti-trillionaireDimitriJa?Alsofromthewhiteeanddarkgsses,themaobeblind.Forthelifeofhim,theoldpastorcouldinnoosethetwopersoogether.Helookedagainattheheavilyveiledbridestandingbeforehim.Didthisbeautiful,talented,world-famoussanism,thetoastoftheacademicworldreallywanttomarryablind,homelessperson?Itwashardtofathomwhatwasreallygoingon.DornatoowasstaringfixedlyatKingDimitriwhowasstandingrightbeforeher.Itwashardtodescribetheemotionsroilinginherheart:anger,happinessandsadnesswereallmixedtogether.Justasshewasabouttoexplode,somethingsoftgrabbedholdofherhandandinfusedherwithakindofwarmththatstabilizedandcalmedherdown.SherecoveredherposureahatthepersonholdingherhandmustbeAisha.WheAishasoftlysqueezeherhand,sheraisedhereyesandsawtheoldpastorlookinginquiringlyather.Gringferociouslyathim,shesaidimpatiently,

    “Yes,yes,heiswithoutquestionDimitriJa.Whyareyoususpiciousaboutthiswhenalltherestofusare100?rtainofhisidentity?Goonwiththeweddingceremony,oldman.Ifanythinghappenstospoilthisceremony,Iwillholdyoupersonallyresponsible!”Promptedbytheyounggirl,theoldpastaihroughtheritualbeginningwith,“Dearlybeloved…”

    Theurningtothebrideheasked,

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    “DoyouAishaG.JeffersontakeDimitriJatobeyourwfullyweddedhusband,tohaveandtoholdfromthisdayforward,forbetterorforworse,forricherorforpoorer,insiessandih,toloveandcherishtilldeathyoudopart?”

    “Ido”repliedAishastaunchlyandresolutely.ShewaousethissteadfastreplytomaotheworldheriiontobeDimitri’swife.ThenturningtoDimitri,theoldpastorasked,

    “DoyouDimitriJatakeAishaG.Jeffersontobeyourwfullyweddedwife,tohaveandtoholdfromthisdayforward,forbetterorforworse,forricherorforpoorer,insiessandih,toloveandcherishtilldeathyoudopart?”Embarrassedbythequestion,theexpressionsonDimitri’sfacegedrapidly.Hewasstumpedastohowtoreply.Therewasalothewaounicatetothebeauties,butdidnotknowwheretobegin.Heseemedlikeapersonnotknowinghowtodealainfulsubject.Hetriedtahoughts,carefullychoosingwordsandphrasesthatwouldlesseitwouldsurelyimpart.Butallhiseffortsfailedandhedidnotknowhowtoexpresshimself.Hestumbledalong,hemmingandhawing,tryingtoevadetheissue…

    “This…Imean,thatis…Imean,really…toreceivetheaffeofsomanyyouies…itiswaybeyondwhatIdeserve…Ishouldnotrefuse…but…this…Imeanthat…Imeaneveryonehasarighttoseekhishappiness…itisaundeniableright…Ohno,bythatIdonotmeanmyself…Imeanthatallofyouhavethatright,too…anundeniableright…toseekhappiness…yourhappinessisinyournearfuture…itisjustwithinyourreaean…soImean…IamsureyouknowwhatImeanwithoutmyhavingtosayanythingelse…”

    “Mr.Ja”interruptedtheoldpastor,impatientathisiramblingsthathadnothingtodowiththeceremony.“Iamaskingyouaverysimplequestion.Youjusthavetoansweryesorno.Sihisisyourweddingandyouhavearrivedatthechurchtoparticipate,theanswerlybe“yes”.SowhenIaskyouthequestionagainyouwon’tbeabletoanswerno.Yo