Olga, are those extra kilograms of yours? Isnt that a problem? Dimas mother kept pressing.
I dont think I have any excess weight, especially since my future husband finds them fine. Not everyone can be a twig, Olga said with a teasing glance at Elena and Dimas mother. Elena flared up at the audacity.
Mom! You bought that diet tea? And chia seeds? Why did you dump so much butter into my porridgethose are extra kilos! Dima, did you buy yeast bread again? Its unhealthy! You must drink three glasses of water in the morning or the weight wont leave Wheres my water?! Dima had heard such remarks since childhood.
His mother and older sister were forever worried about their figures. The sister, now thirtyeight, was never married and looked to Dima like a thin, hunched horse with perpetually hungry eyes. Their mother resembled a perfectly straight knitting needle.
The constant nagging drove Dima to seek lively people with good appetites, and he always dreamed that his future wife would be different from his mother and sister. He eventually found such a woman.
Her name was OlgaOlga. Even her name sounded soft, pleasant, and sweet, like a fragrant pastry. Olga wasnt overweight, but at a height of 173cm she weighed 85kg.
All those kilograms radiated health and good cheer. High bust, a slender waist, feminine curves, and dimples on plump cheeks that begged to be pinched. Dima was instantly enchanted the moment he saw her.
One evening he drove his sister to the bank for errands. She took a ticket and sat in the designated chair while he paced the hall waiting.
Suddenly a silvery, belllike laugh reached his ears. It was quiet yet infectious, and Dima couldnt help but smile. Curious to see the source of the chuckle, he followed the sound.
A young operative was laughing with an elderly client who had just told a funny story. Dimas eyes stayed glued to her.
Her hair fell in waves, her lips formed a tiny bow, and she was clearly comfortable in her own skinsomething plainly visible to the naked eye.
He was riding in the car with his sister, listening to her monotone chatter, but his mind was elsewhere, staying in the bank with the laughing girl.
Dima, are you listening to me? his sister asked, irritated.
Of course, Elena, Im listening, he replied, straining to recall what she had just said.
I keep telling him I dont eat fried meat, only boiled chicken breast, the sister complained about her latest suitor. Dima nodded sympathetically, clicking his tongue as if to say, What a scoundrel
The next day, near evening, he rushed to the bank. The object of his affection was there, and Dima sighed with relief. After the bank closed, he retrieved a bouquet of roses from his car and headed toward the girl.
Miss, do you need a husband, or perhaps a son for your mother? he blurted, handing her the roses.
His face must have looked so bewildered and comical that she burst into a bright laugh, yet she accepted the flowers.
God what beauty! How they smell! she breathed, burying her face in the blossoms, inhaling their scent while Dima admired her.
From then on they were inseparable. Sometimes life gifts you a person who feels like the perfect match, and you stop looking for anyone else. That happened for Dima with Olga. After a month of dating he proposed, and she gladly accepted. The only thing left was to meet the families.
Olgas parents welcomed him with a lavish spread of pies, laughter, and chatter. Olgas mother, a strikingly beautiful woman, planted kisses on both his cheeks, making him blush uncontrollably. Her father clapped Dima on the shoulder like an old friend and led him to the kitchen.
Stay away from women for a while; theyll wear you out. But dont worry, Nataliya Yevhenivna, Olgas mother, is a calm woman! Thats why Ive loved her for thirty years. And Olga is a true diamond. Take good care of her, son, Olgas father said, fixing Dima with a steady gaze.
They lingered at the table for a long time, eating heartily, laughing loudly, and swapping funny anecdotes. Later, Ivan Dmytrovych, Olgas father, strummed a guitar while everyone sang along. Dima felt completely at home, as if hed known the family forever.
Three days later they visited Dimas parents. On the way they stopped at a pastry shop where Olga bought handcrafted eclairs for the women. By five in the evening they arrived.
Dimas mother, Galina Anatoliyivna, opened the door.
Oh hello, dear ones she stared at Olga, mouth agape, gripping the door handle.
Mom, I love you too. Shall we step inside instead of lingering on the porch? Dima whispered, and they entered.
Of course, son please, come in. And you must be the Olga weve heard about, right? she said, eyeing Olga from head to toe.
Yes, Im Olga! Pleased to meet you, Olga replied, extending her hand to Galina. The mother of Dima stood frozen, still staring at the girl.
Dad, Elena, Momthis is Olga, my fiancée. Weve filed the paperwork and the weddings coming soon. Olga, meet my family: sister Elena, mother Galina, and father Mykyta Serhiyovych, Dima introduced his future bride.
The wedding announcement caught Dimas relatives off guard, leaving the room quiet, only the clink of cutlery audible.
Yes! Olga! Were delighted and welcome you to the family. Do you have a bottle? Oh, thats perfect! And some treats, just for the girls, Mykyta tried to lighten the mood.
No, no, we dont eat sweets at night. What are you, Galina pushed the box of pastries away disdainfully.
You dont eat, we do! Lets open the box, see whats inside. Im sure Olga wont bring anything bad. Right, Olga? the father joked loudly.
Soon everyone settled, the tension eased. The table held chocolate, light snacks, and a bottle of sparkling wine. They popped the cork, toasted, sipped, and an uneasy silence fell again.
Mom, Ive met Olgas parents. Theyre wonderful people. Youll like them, Dima said, trying to fill the void. Olga stared at her glass, while Elena fixed her gaze on Olga. Their father began telling a joke; everyone laughed, and the pressure lessened.
Olga, dont worry, I have a great specialist. Ill introduce you to her and shell help solve your problem, his mother suddenly said.
A problem? I have none, Olga replied, surprised.
Then why, Olga, those extra kilograms of yours? Isnt that an issue? Dimas mother persisted.
In my view I have no excess, especially since my future husband likes them. Not everyone can be a slender reed, Olga retorted, looking mockingly at Elena and Dimas mother. Elena flared again.
Olga, youve got twenty extra kilos! Thats unhealthy. When you give birth I cant even imagine what will happen to you
When I have a child Ill be even prettier, with my husband and baby. Elena, are you married? Surely a woman as slim as you must have a handsome husband and at least a couple of kids Olga snapped, biting into a cake with pleasure.
Elena swallowed, ready to retort, taking a deep breath, but Mykyta intervened, filling glasses and proposing a toast.
To the women of this familydifferent, but all beloved!
They stepped outside a couple of hours later, looked at each other, sighed in unison, then burst into laughter without pretense.
Yes I never expected my future motherinlaw to call me a big lady.
Olga, dear, youre beautiful and you know it! As for Mom and sister, forgive them generously. Relatives, unfortunately, you cant choose.
The wedding was set for August25. On that day relatives and friends gathered at the registry office, then moved to a restaurant for the reception.
The bride shone in a stunning dress that highlighted her feminine, enchanting figure. The groom couldnt take his eyes off her. The brides mother, Nataliya Yevhenivna, matched her daughters elegance and glamour. Her dress accentuated her shape, drawing admiring looks from many men. She stood in stark contrast to a stiff, shortstatured aunt trapped in a drab gown. Dimas sister Elena was a younger copy of her mother.
Music swelled and the newlyweds began their first dance, twirling together under the magical melody. To any unbiased observer, it seemed they were the only two people in the world at that moment. Guests watched in silent awe.
Honestly the bride could lose a few pounds. Shes massive, and that dress isnt flattering. It will swallow her whole, Dimas mother muttered disapprovingly.
As the proverb goes, A word once spoken cant be taken back. Galina Anatoliyivna wanted to retract hers, but it was too lateshed been heard.
By the way, many men dont chase skeletons; they prefer healthy women. Your son, by the way, is one of them. And you, dear, watch your words, Im a womansoft yet nervous. I cant stand it when my daughter is involved, Nataliya Yevhenivna declared, pressing her ample bust against Galina, forcing her toward the wall.
For a moment the women stared each other down, Galina frightened, Nataliya furious. Ivan Dmytrovych quickly diffused the tension.
Ladies! I see youve become friends already. But I must steal my wife from you, dear Galina! Nataliya, may I have this dance? he said, taking his wife by the waist and spinning them into a waltz. The music roared, faces lit with joy, and the wedding sang and danced as the famous song goes.
One can only hope the couple will live, thrive, and enjoy good fortunes after all, thats what matters most, isnt it?
Ollie, what about those extra pounds you’ve got? Isn’t that a concern? – Dimi’s mum appeared unconcerned
