I Promise You (Islamic Story)

Chapter 4 - The Suspicious Email Person

“Ah, using your wealth to get me have a deal with you? Listen, i have all what I needed right here - I’m rich and now you’re poor.” --- The Suspious Email Person.

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Hmmm, what the hell was he doing there at my house? I wanted to seem calm. Ok. And then we exchanged I love yous and duas for my cat pouchy. Before i even logged on, on messenger he came on. “I can’t leave you, I want you to stay.”

“Awwwwwww” I said..”But I’ll be busy tomorrow so I need to sleep some more.”

“You can loose your sleep over me.”

“You think so?”

He laughed. “Women!”

“What about women?” We began to get into a woman-man debate issues which had us going on for at least 1 1/2 hours. He said he felt tired and when finds a Job, he will tell me. I told him, i hope you find a Job soon. He said i hope i find my wedding dress soon and he will look out for pouchy.

During the night, I could’t sleep, I don’t know why - if its my family keeping me up all night or that dream i had - i choose you. Reminded me when he was young and he said he choose me out of all the other girls. Perhaps that should be the last thought on my mind. Now the next morning, we decided to dine for breakfast in the hotel dinning hall; there were all kinds of fresh fruits and yogurts, eggs boiled or fried, toast, you name it, we have it. 

We ate and enjoyed ourselves. But i noticed that the same guy with dark green eyes was sitting across us from the table. His clothes looked baggy as always and then i saw a security officer asking to him to leave. How did he get here? What was he even doing here? What a shame. 

Then we went outside, relaxed along side the beach, just in one month I will be married to Tariq. Before you know it, a dog started barking at me. I turned around, ma and my whole family looked at that attention. “Poochy, pouchy haha stop. leave this poor people alone.”

“Excuse me.” i said. “we are not poor.” my sister added. He looked up at us and laughed, his eyes focused on me now. “Not yet…” He said shaking his head. Who is this guy, wait. “Wait!” i demanded of him, almost running him down…i told my family i will be back. I ran in my beautiful sunflower coloured maxi dress and brown cardigan. “Who are you? Didn’t i see you before ..you know at the Park ? Finsbury Park? Weren’t you the man?” He niodded. “You have good memory.”

“Are you stalking me, you seem to be suspicious and creepy. I saw you being tucked out of the dinning hall.”

“You did, how embarrassing.” He shook his head. “Well, whatever, I can be anywhere i want.”

“Your dog’s name is pouchy. My cat’s name is also pouchy.”

He looked at me confused and his dog barked, but he hushed it. “You see, you are a selfish woman who loves money so much, you are so captivated by power. That is all you want - power, wealth and beauty. So what is this? No one else can have that name because you say so?” I flinched. “Excuse me? do you even know who you are talking to? You are all  rags okay? You have no clue how to take care of yourself as i DO. I worked as an Artist and this is my earning. I’m rich because of it and i do not for a second regret it.

I love spending the money i earned. What do you expect? Power, wealth and money is just apart of the game.”

He shook his head. “You will learn your lesson soon, I hope.” I was still confused as to wonder who this man is. Now, reflecting back on her maid, Dana with pouchy being sick. And Tariq loosing his Job of 10 years, why now? What is really going on. Does this guy have some form of connection. My wedding is taking place on the 22nd of next month and i cannot afford to have any stress.