You Can't Marry Her!

In a well furnished sitting room. Mum and Dad sit on the couch and Son sits on an armchair opposite them

Mum: You cannot marry her!!
Son:   Come on mother, why?
Dad:  Son, Son (sitting up) Listen to your parents. Let her be.
Son:  Father, I am surprised at you. Really I am. You…you seemed to like.
Dad: Yes I did…I do (gesticulating) But you said it yourself, she disappoints you a little.
Son:  come on guys. I said I was a little bit disappointed at her intellectual abilities…her academic abilities. She took the           university matriculation exams twice and she graduated with a second class lower degree.
Mum: ehem, yes (sneering)
Son: apart from that she’s fine. She’s smart, brilliant, informed. You know, school isn’t everything (shrugs). She’s amazing   mother.
Mum: Indeed
Dad: My son, son listen. I don’t want to sound (pauses) How do I put it. Classy, elitist…whatever. But you know the pedigree you come from. We are all seasoned intellectuals. I’m a professor, your mother has a PhD and two masters degrees. Your sister. She’s at Harvard and you. (Pauses) look at yourself lad. Two masters degree and your not yet thirty.
Son: (sighs) Pedigree, Pedigree, Pedigree, (pouts)
Mum; yes, can I help you? Uh huh, what’s wrong with that? Tell me son (lowers her voice menacingly) what’s wrong with that?
Son: Nothing mother, Nothing (lowers his voice) and yet everything… (Smiles cynically and grits his teeth; then exhales) you know, I think I love her. Really, I do. She makes me happy. She’s smart mother (faces her) maybe not a genius….but she’s smart and sophisticated.
Mum: sophisticated. (Eyebrows raised)
Son: yea, modern
Mum: Amazing, sophisticated! Nice adjectives huh.
Dad: (shockingly) DARLING
Son:  You know father, Mother. I am the one who should be grateful she’s marrying me.
Dad:  (cynically) Really?
Mum: Yea, amazing
Son: she’s beautiful, smart, educated (looks at his mother with a smile) amazing. She can get married to anybody she wants and she chose me.
Mum: are you crazy
Dad: son you embarrass me and belittle our family
Son: If anybody has any flaws it is me.
Mum: you son, Hear yourself.
Son: Oh yes, it is me. (Standing) Remember folks I have genetic flaws. I have sickle cell disease. (Backs them)

Mum and Dad look at each other in pain with mouths agape.

i'm kind of lookin forward 2 it 2

interesting so far. Just waiting for the second part.

Its absolutly beautiful, do u write proffesionally?

It is okay.

Why are good stories on Nairaland written in the format of dramatic dialogue?

Are you scared of prose?

Hey Sirwebs, could you please release "You can't marry her" Part 2??