patiently waiting for you (Completed)✔️

1~ First encounter.

"This is the fifth proposal you're rejecting Fatima!"mum said,

"but mum there's something off, I just know they aren't the one's for me, I'm very sure once the one for me comes he'll tick all the right boxes" I replied,

"but Fatima you're not getting any younger you'll be turning 23 next month you know" mom continued pestering me,

"I know mum, don't worry I'll continue praying to Allah, I have a feeling he'll be here soon" I said,

"or do I?" I thought to myself,

"if you say so insha Allah I pray so too, because if you continue like this ehn I don't even know what I'll say to you again" mum said,

"salma would you stop pestering that young child over there, is it not you she took after" my dad said from the sofa he was sitting peacefully reading the news on his phone ,

"but alhaji it isn't me she took after oo" mum defended herself,

"shh see your mouth there, like you don't know the number of times I rounded your house pleading with your father before you finally agreed to marry me" my dad countered her,

" alhaji still it isn't me she took after" mum blushed,

I mouthed thank you to my dad from where I was standing and blew an imaginary kiss to him for saving me from mum's endless rant then he winked at me in return, I quickly hurried upstairs before mum would turn her attention back to me but oops before I could lift my legs from where I was standing, she turned and gave that eyes could kill look but I didn't mind it, I just smiled at her and left,
as I was going up,

I heard her saying "alhaji you're the one spoiling this girl".

I sighed, mum really won't leave me in peace till I get married I smiled at that thought, I think the reason why today's rant is much is because I rejected her dearest bestfriend's son "yusuf" proposal,
yusuf is a good guy but still he just doesn't tick my imaginary boxes,

"uhmm" I sighed,

I don't even know the content of my boxes I giggled at my stupidity, I pushed the door to my room, I entered and quickly jumped on my comfy bed, I just came back from work and I need a little rest before I'll go pick imran from school.
Imran and I is the only children Allah blessed my parents with, he was just like a miracle because no one expected his coming, after giving birth to me, my parents; hajia salma abdulrahman and alhaji faruk abdulrahman tried all possible means but it was to no avail, but 18 years after Allah blessed them with a sweet little boy imran whom we all love so much, I can remember when they gave birth to him vividly, I was in my second year in university then majoring in business administration I was so elated that I didn't even think twice before boarding a bus home.

"aunty Fatima, aunty Fatima" I heard someone calling out to me from afar

"uhnn uhnn" I replied lightly,

"aunty Fatima, hajia said I should remind you that it is almost time for you to pick up imran from school" she said,

that was when my eyes finally opened and I realized It was "Maryam" our house keeper that was talking,

"ohh thank you mairo I'll dress up now" I replied her,

"ok aunty" she said as she left the room and closed the door gently.

I guessed I must have fell asleep while thinking, I stretched my hand to carry my phone which was lying on the side wardrobe of my bed.
I checked the time it was 3:10pm and imran school closes by 3:30pm, I quickly went to the toilet, splashed water on my face to clear the sleep out, then I cleaned it with my pink fluffy face towel, I still haven't gotten rid of my pink obsession almost everything in my room is pink.