CHANGE IN LEGACY

chapter 38

Nabiha pov

Today is my wedding day.

I don't know what to do anymore, I know that surely today am going to marry that old man.

The makeup artist is doing my makeup when someone opened the door.

"Are you done' my mom asked.

"Not yet ' the makeup artist replied.

"What's taking so long" my mom shouted.

" Am still adding some touches to the makeup' the artist replied.

My mom went out angrily.

Oh Allah, even today my own wedding day they won't allow me to rest.

Help me Allah.

Today is my wedding but it seems like my funeral, non of my friends are here.

Am all alone.

"Am done' the makeup artist said.

"Thank you ' I whispered.

She smiled at me before packing her things and heading out.

I went to the mirror to look at my face, undeniably I look beautiful.

Today is a new beginning for me, and I hope my wedding house is different from my parents house.

Suddenly ya naima entered the room, I turned and look at her and she said ' get up, let's go to the living room' is almost 11:00am' she said.

11:00am was the time of the wedding.

"Okay ' I said before standing up and headed out with her.

The house was a little bit noisy.

I went and sat close to my grandma my mom's mother.

"Good morning grandma' I said to her.

"Morning Amina, how are you ' she asked.

"I'm good ' I said.

"Today you are getting married, after 12:00pm you are officially a married woman' my grandma said smiling.

I smiled painfully at her.

"I hope you are happy ' she said.

Of course am not happy, from looking at my face you will know am not.

"I am ' I replied with my head cast down.

"Nabiha ' someone called.

I looked up and saw it was one of my aunt's, from my father's side.

All of my father's family members hate me, why is she calling me.

"Yes aunt' I answered.

"Today you are getting married but you look like you are attending a funeral ' she spitted.

I knew she wouldn't say anything good.

I won't reply to her, I better just ignore her.

"Aren't I talking to you ' she shouted.

But still I didn't reply to her.

Surely I have became like fahad, always ignoring people.

I smiled at the thought of Fahad.

I wonder how he is right know.

Suddenly a slap landed on the right side of my face.

I looked up and saw my dad.

"How dare you, my sister is talking to you and you aren't replying, how disrespectful' he shouted.

He was going to slap me again, so I closed my eyes and looked away.