I Promise You (Islamic Story)

Chapter 8 - You are Now mine

“But i can’t stand the fact that Dana did this to me whilst we were engage, it’s  not fair. So, no, i won’t allow it.”Jason Malik added. “Perhaps this is your last best wish for her! There is nothing wrong with that.

You have someone better anyways, like me. Forget about them both, they have done evil. I told him not to talk to you during, but he went on and did beyond evil. I allowed it to continue because i knew this would reveal to you who he really is - a deceptive person. “I want one whole day to think about this and so for now, the wedding for Dana is cancelled.”

“You are not my Boss anymore.”

“You cheated with my Fiance, so don’t you dare feel i have no right to sustain justice, okay?” I said. “Get out of my way woman, i am no longer your maid. I’m Tariq’s

Fiance now, a somebody.” I boiled in anger towards her and start pushing her apart from Tariq. “Get lost, you cheater.” we began fighting eachother,pulling at each other’s hair, sitting on each other, thumbing each other until our families parted us, my family who just came in, included. I was mad as i looked messed up in my dress, though it was intact and everything - thank goodness.

I quickly dialled 911 and called the police on Tariq and Dana. “I won’t let you be happy whilst you guys did this to me, i won’t. both of you may belong together but in jail for stealing all my belongings and kidnapping pouchy.” They both look at me upset and worried, Tariq in the corner a bit depressed.
Good. 

Jason Malik nodded at me. “ You are doing the right thing.”The police quickly came and locked up both Tariq and Dana since there were wtinesses here who could agree with me that they have admitted stealing from my house. 

Now, Jason Malik stood there in the centre of the stage. I saw Tariq’s mother crying and looking pitiful for Tariq. Oh well, she should of raised him right or corrected him when he was going to marry another woman on my wedding day - how dare he? No one messes with me! I looked into Jason Malik’s eyes. His parents was here…and my family and we decided to get married after all.

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10 months later, I was sitting the Living room with Jason, with his hands on our growing belly; of course our expected baby who may be a girl or a boy. The TV was on my favorite program, Say Yes to the Dress - A reality Tv program that advertises wedding dresses, and allows families to be recorded choosing the right dress for them. I have no clue why I am addicted to this show and why Jason is still on snoring so loud in the middle of the day. I took his hands off me, because this position just felt so weird. 

His face looked so fresh and young, his eyelashes were long and beautiful. Sometimes i think men have one of the most beautiful eyelashes in the world than some of us women. I guess I grew to like him, because he was meant to be my husband.

Our home phone rang and I managed to get out of my comfort zone and pick it up. "Hello?"

I heard bare breaths on the other side of the line, as if the person is in deep trouble or they were running a marathon.

"Hello!?" i begged feeling sincerely concerned. 

Then I got so irritated that I just hanged up. Then it ranged again, and i got slightly nervous - picked it up and this time the voice sounded familiar as it greeted me. 

"Wa alaiykum salam.." i said feeling a tad bit unsure.

"Maryam? i want to say I am sorry for what I've done, but you never forgave me."

I immediately assumed it was him - Tariq Ahmed. My eyes began to water immediately. "What did you expect? You did me wrong so therefore you serve the time.." My hands were shaking still. "I am a married woman now..so, you will need to - "

"I know." He responded back. "I know.." Again he repeated. 

"But, you are still mine."

END OF STORY

-------------AUTHOR'S COMMENTS/NOTES --------------------

Aww, Guess you didn't see that coming huh? Jason and Maryam. Sometimes, our stories are not written exactly how we expect them to be in the end. 

Perhaps this is not the ending though..but I will stop writing for this Story because i will leave you to wonder or write the rest - what do you think will happen ?