" walahi that air Commodore is the real meaning of drama. And to talk how he can cause so much chaos and still be as calm as ever."
" the both of you are dramatic. One minutes she doesn't have a boyfriend, the next minute she must get married within a week. You guys are perfectly made for each other walahi." That was the moment I realised I am the third bride. How is it possible I forgot my self like that. Then there came the siren and my heart skipped at once.
" they are here" I immediately started my prayers. The noise of my siblings and visitors peeping through the window and making loud comments was alarming.
Within seconds I was done, I said my salam and I saw the groom's men elegantly walking in. Their perfumes alone preceed them. It took over the room. once I perceive his perfume, I stood up and started another rakah. I was absolutely nervous. I was praying but his presence had already dominated the room." YA ALLAH" HOW do I even concentrate in my prayers. I was shaking and sweating. You mean I am going to do as my sister's did. I am very shy right now. How do I face them. My head became really crowded thinking about the situation.
" tana kan sallah "
" toh mallama ayi dai a idar"
" wani salah take yi neh kuma. Bata idar ba"
" sana is praying unbehalf of the world"
" pray for us you here. However, you won't escape giving your dreeeeeeeeam husband a warm hug in front of us . We are here to witness your union, to see love and Learn. "
" we were talking about drama and dramatic. this is it. Epic drama by sana" they continued their nonstop sarcasm. Oh no sana. How do I even start . LORD PLEASE. I said in my prayers. I terminated quietly and used my hands to cover my face. I couldn't stand up or look up. I used the gaps inbetween my fingers to peep at them and saw that they were all seated. I was wasting time for no reason.
" sana! baba is calling you right away. " rayhana said as she dragged me out unprepared. I followed her suit trying to tell her how awkward I was feeling back there.
" where is baba "
"In your room. wai he needs to talk to you Asap. You know everywhere is crowded." She said. We both entered the room and she took a step back, I turn to her and she left slamming the door behind
" baba I called out" just to see khalifa standing next to the window with both hands tucked in his pocket. YA RABB is this human. He stood for quite some minutes and I freezed my gaze on him. He looked at me from hair to toes. My eyes began to form tears. My words choked in my throat. I closed my eyes and folded my palms in a fist.
I started crying.
" hit me if it makes you feel better"
" you left"
" I am human. I make mistakes. You came into my life accidentally and I was not ready. I became confused, I lost focus. I didn't know what to think. I know I caused this and i feel every pain you feel.".
" you left me to marry him"
" you didn't even give me a chance to think. You were in a hurry to outrun me"
" I had to"
" no, you don't have to. It's not a competition. Sana this is love. You don't just develop feelings for people anyhow you want. It has to come willingly"
" I was going to die" and I felt his arms around me. That was entirely strange.
" I am here now. " I cried so much on his chest. His perfume was all on me
" fati will kill me"I said
" do you have a better joke." I felt little in his arms. I feel secured, protected and defended in his arms. He held me so tight my bones were piercing through but I don't want him to let go. I don't want to be left alone again.
IT'S halal.
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