Clueless love (BWWM)

CHAPTER 9

Today Fatima and I are meeting up after work to talk about her and Udar's almost marriage. I am still shocked she almost got married and I am just finding out about it now. Today I am wearing white high waist wide leg trousers, a black top, white swing coat, black stiletto heels, a black hajib, and a black handbag.

I perform my Asr (late afternoon) prayers before going to see Fatima. I just finished at the office, and I am on my way over to her place. I park my car and walk out to meet Fatima. The home has a black cast iron gate with lovely flowers all around the front porch. It's a two-story building.

I ring the bell three times before the maid opens it for me. I make my way straight to Fatima's room.

The entryway is as lovely as the front porch; there are grand staircases with black bannisters leading to two separate parts in the house, and a big crystal chandelier.

after knocking.

Fatima's walls are painted white, with two lovely paintings hanging above her headboard, and a chandelier in the middle. The bed has a white blanket and light brown colored throws. The pillows are white, dark green and light brown in colors. The bed-side table is white with a brown handle and a flower vase. There are two white couches in front of her bed with a TV at the far end. There are two doors, one is the bathroom while the other is her closet.

"Wa- Alaykum salam, how are you doing?" she says coming up to hug me.

"I'm fine, and you?" I say sitting down on one of the couches in front of the TV.

"I am fine. How was work? Any drama with your new husband?" she asks laughing.

"He is not my husband, and no, we did not fight today because he travelled," I say remembering how lovely today was because Ismail is out of town.

"Oh, and speaking of the husband... I am very sorry I did not tell you about Udar, but it's because I was ashamed," she says, pulling her head down using her hair to cover her face.

"Why would you be ashamed? You are not the first girl not to marry a guy who proposed to her," I say wondering what happened.

"I know, but the reason we did not get married was not because I didn't like him or anything. It's something I am very ashamed of," she says tearing up.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," I say, rubbing her back while hugging her to stop her from crying.

"No, it's fine. And it's high time I tell someone else the reason," she says wiping her tears with her palms.

"Alright if you want to."

"It all started after I graduated high school. I was waiting for my admission to Uni. Papa and mama called me one day and told me a family had asked for my hand in marriage for their son.

At first, I was frustrated because I wouldn't be able to complete my education. But then mama said if I agreed to marry him, I wouldn't have to stop my study. They will still pay for my education. Or if my husband wanted, he could pay but I will go to school regardless.

So after that, I considered marrying him, and that man is Udar. When I first met him, I liked him right away. We were like a match made in heaven. He was God-fearing, loving, caring, and very handsome. I fell in love with him. I accepted the proposal after two months.

We were meant to marry a month later, but then something happened. Udar did something that hurt my feelings.

It was the day I got accepted into Uni. I was so happy I could not wait to tell him the news, but I got the shock of my life. I was about to walk into his office when I heard him say,