Clueless love (BWWM)

EPILOGUE

I can't believe today is the day, the day I have been waiting for. Today is the day Ismail and I get married. We came back to Nigeria for a month for the wedding. Technically, we are married as we had our traditional marriage back home in Nigeria, yesterday. Our traditional wedding was so beautiful, and I was so filled with joy yesterday. Ismail and I looked the best of the best, we both looked gorgeous.

I wore my tribal attire for the wedding. My tribe or my native language is Idoma. We have a particulate color combination that represents my tribe. It is black and red, and it is worn for special occasions like weddings, Idoma meetings and burials. I wore a white lace blouse and a black and red wrapper with beading appliqué. My head tie and shawl were of the same Idoma attire I tied around my waist. The jewelry I wore was a white three-row African beads necklace and white African beads earrings. I wore diamond crisscross strap, block heel, sandals. Ismail wore a burgundy kaftan and babariga to go with my outfit. It took place at night, and it was a memorable night. I can't wait to see what today holds.

I woke up today feeling like any bride would feel, super excited to get married. Right now, I am currently getting ready for my wedding reception while my wedding Fatiha is going on for the males. Early this morning, my father, uncles, brothers, Ismail, Ismail's father, his uncles, and his brother and any other male relatives are with an Imam. They will pray and join Ismail and me in holy matrimony. So, in the next few minutes, Ismail and I will be married. I am so happy. I can't wait for my brother to call me when it's over.

I am getting my hair done when Fatima and Emma walk into the room. They were meant to be here earlier, but they are just arriving now.

"Oh my God, who is this fine lady, looking all sweet, sexy, and beautiful? Umit, is this you? I don't think it's you," Fatima teases while walking into the room.

"No, no, no I don't think this is Umit, she is too fine to be Umit," Emma agrees.

"The two of you are not serious! You guys are trying to make me happy, so I won't complain about the fact you're late," I say smiling while shaking my head.

"It's not my fault we are late. Fatima is the reason we are only arriving now," Emma says.

"Emma, how is it my fault? It's this little one inside me that wanted to eat chicken. I could not refuse my baby," Fatima grins, placing her hands on her tummy. Fatima is two months pregnant. She and Udar can't wait for the baby to come. I am so happy for them. They have been through a lot and deserve all the happiness life can offer.

"So, now you are blaming it all on your innocent baby because she can't talk," Emma responds.

"Who told you she is a girl and not a boy."

"You are just trying to change the subject because you know you also wanted to eat chicken," Emma and Fatima are about to continue their bickering when I cut in.

"Wait, so instead of me complaining to the two of you, that you guys are late, you are arguing whether it is Fatima's or her unborn baby—who can't defend him or herself—fault?" I comment, laughing at the whole situation.

"Yes," both of them answer.

"Wow, you guys are really saying yes."

"Yes," they say again.

"And let's not forget you guys are late for your hair and makeup for my wedding," I state. I don't get a 'Yes' again, but I get something even better...

"We are sorry, Umit, we never meant to be late," they apologize and crush me into a hug.

"You know it's because I am pregnant, and the baby really wanted chicken. I am very sorry," Fatima says squeezing the life out of me.