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The Real Deal



             influence. He wanted to know what my plans were, where I
             worked, what I was earning: basically, if I was good marriage
             material. He never asked me whether I had the funds to back
             Aisha, which was funny, because it was something I never
             mentioned to my parents either. But that was because I knew they
             were going to say ‘Where will you get the money from?’ and I still
             didn’t have an answer. By now, the thought of letting Aisha down,
             of being found out, was just awful. I had to find the money.
                In fact, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t have done for Aisha. At
             first, I wondered if I could borrow it from my dad, but I knew my
             dad was going to think ‘Is he thinking with his heart or his head?’
             and be reluctant to get involved. Besides, having left home to prove
             I could do things on my own, I wasn’t minded to ask him for
             money now. However, since making the flippant comment that I
             would back her, I’d become more and more convinced that Aisha
             was a good investment: she had passion, commitment, determin-
             ation – all the qualities of a successful entrepreneur. Even if I
             wasn’t dating her I would have invested in her, so I had to find the
             money from somewhere.
                I was definitely starting to think that we had a long-term future,
             but I was still only twenty-one and didn’t feel ready for marriage.
             For me, marriage meant having a family, and that meant having
             enough money to give the kids a good home and a good education.
             And while my income might have given me a great bachelor
             lifestyle, I didn’t feel it was a good enough income for a family.
                Ever since we had met, I had known that Aisha had assumed I
             was older than her, and I wasn’t in any rush to shatter that
             illusion. We’d been seeing each other for about six months when
             we went to a party where, by chance, we bumped into a mutual
             friend. Aisha asked him how he knew me.
                ‘He was in the same class as my brother.’
                As soon as he said this, I could see Aisha’s face change. She
             knew his brother, and she knew that he was no older than




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