Chapter nine - The dinner party 2

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Yusuf's POV

" You  look  so beautiful, how I wish you are mine" I whisper to Amal as she is sited next to me. I had to paid her before she agreed to be my tie, I like her and I know she likes me too but she has being playing hard to get, well I can't blame  her  she is just careful not to get her heart broken. Amal and I know each other for two years now. i can't say  we are  friend  or enemy, I will just say we fight a lot but we care for each other dearly.
" look at them, they look like they are made for each other but they seen tense" she wishper looking that Haidar and his tie and she is very correct . I notice that everyone's attention is on them  even the cameramen its like they are sealing the spotlight from the groom and bride. The look good together. " and the guy is the kind to die for, how I wish he is the one sitting right next to me now" Amal say again getting my attention back to her, I just smile because I know she said so to get a  reaction from me and am not given her that so I turn my attention back to Haidar. I must say something is not right with my friend from here I notice he is sweating and  and the girl next to him is clearly not comfortable she has being look at the ground since she came in. Just then the MC call the groom and bride for their first dance with friends and family, I came more close to Amal and whisper in her ear " let's go so I can worship you my queen on the dance floor " saying so I brought out cash from my pocket and start spreading it on her as she stand to her feet and we get the audiences hailing us as we move to the dance floor just then I notice Haidar still seated  next to his tie, he try talking to her and that get her up on her feet and walk out of the hall angrily with some elderly man and woman who I think are her parent follow her well they practically run after her.
I  then look back at my friend who seen worried as he look at  the hall entrance. Defiantly some thing is wrong.

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