`| ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺ ᴱᴰᵂᴬᴿᴰˢ

You and Martín had been friends, although it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, since your father forbade you from having anything with him. He very rarely let you go out, and you didn't ask why. At least he let you have him as a boyfriend, although practically every time he saw you together, even if Martín came to your house to pick you up to go out, your father denied it, giving you the minimal option that if you went out with him, your father had to pick you up and bring you back, and he hated seeing him at your house. He simply never accepted it.

Stop talking nonsense.

You said one day, laughing, that Martín had said that one day he would ask your father if he could marry you, and he said it seriously, although you clearly took it as something impossible, mainly because Martín was used to joking about your father, so he just tried to convince you that he was capable, but obviously, you didn't believe him.

Bad idea, since the next day you were supposed to go out with Martin. Obviously, you were getting ready so your father could take you to the meeting place, but something unusual happened: the doorbell rang, and you told your father you were busy so he could answer it. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice, and your lipstick fell from your hands.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, because I need to know.

Martin said to your father in a pleading tone.

Your father obviously denied it repeatedly, and even considered not letting you go out with him anymore.

Why do you have to be so rude?

he said, in a somewhat desperate complaint

-I will marry her, no matter what you say.

He said, "Your father is about to kick him out of the house. "