The house is bubbling. Noise from different angles. Oh gosshh! They won't let me sleep. I used my pillow to cover my ears. All in vein. I sat up right. The window opened. Amor jumped in.
I quickly jumped out of the bed. This time I'm not scared of him.
We can still fix this it's not too late. He explained.
"Amor. I stopped. I mean wale. I don't love you. I hate you . I don't want to have anything doing with you. Do You get?" I folded my arms.
He grabbed my waist then tried to kiss me . A dirty slap landed on his face. A very hot one.
"Really? You wanna do this all the time. Always bagging into my room and kissing me. Don't test my patience. You know what I can do." I pointed a finger at his face.
"What will you do? Will you hit my face? Will you kill me? Will you break bottles on my head?"
"You are crazy! See I'm telling you for the last time . Don't test my patience." I warned.
"Okay I'll leave. But if I die. Come for my burial. Please." He began to cry.
"Shusshhh! I closed his mouth. Don't ever. Don't ever say that. You won't die." A tear rolled down my face.
"I love you waliya." He kissed my lips. For the first time I returned the kiss. We sent different messages through that kiss as we are both enjoying it . I stopped.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Go. I cried. Please, please wale. Forget me. I don't want to have anything doing with you. I'm getting married tomorrow. I'm starting a new life. Please. You have to forget me." I pleaded.
"I beg you..... Don't do this to me. Don't hurt me this way . I'll die without you."
"You didn't die since. I'm sure you will survive afterwards . Please."
"You want me to go...... How can I?"
"Goooo." I pushed him away. He left.
(Sighs). I scratched my head. Soon there was a knock on my door.
I opened.
"Hi." Aunt Zahra waved.
"Hello." I went on and sat on the couch.
"How are you?".She asked.
"I'm good." I relaxed my back.
"What's wrong ?You look so worried?"
"Am I? I'm just fine." I assured.
"C'mon tell me."
"Aunt I'm fine."
"Okay, I am here for a different thing. Tomorrow after your nikkah . They will be a reception."
"Haba aunt. I told you I don't want any reception. Except if you want a reception without a bride."
"I know you. She laughed. I haven't even fixed that. I just wanted to hear from you. Fine. They won't be any reception."
"How do you expect me to have a reception with bandages . Look at me." I complained.
"Babes. It's fine. She smiled. So Are you happy that you are getting married?"
"I'm just fine. I'm marrying a nice guy. Cool ." I smiled.
"Are you sure?"
"Aunt." I'm happy.
"Okay. I'll go attend to the guest."
I smiled as she left.
Is this how brides feel? I feel so horrible. I sighed.
