The moment I saw my Anna(grandma), I flung myself on her and hugged her tight.
"Oh! Habibti, aftaqiduk kathiran. khayfal walidatuk.I miss you so much, how is your mum?". Anna asked.
"I've missed you too and Ammi is fine". I answered. I really like my Anna, regardless that she wasn't Ammi's mother but step_mother, she always treated Ammi as her daughter, since her biological daughter was only Aunty Salma (Lujaina and Wajdan's mom).
"Wajdan persuaded me to come and asked me not to inform you when I'm coming".
"I hope you like my surprise". Wajdan asked.
I rolled my eyes at her."Well I get to see my Anna after ages". I grinned.
"Just admit it".
"Duhh!".
"Ikhbal, sa'adhhab ilal walidatik. la'astati albaqa'huna, muzdahimat lilghaya.I will be going to your mom's, I can't stay here is too crowded". Anna stood up. "I will just go to the guest house from there".
"Okay Anna take care". I said following her outside whilst Lujaina and Wajdan followed behind as we took her to the car, they drove out to our house.
"For once Wajdan did a sensible thing". I said.
"You know I always do". She rolled her eyes.
"Okay now lets go, the henna designer is already here". Lujaina said.
We entered to the henna designer where we all sat with Lujaina's friends mostly from college and watched her performed 'magic' on Lujaina's hand, which really fit her pale hands. And I come to realised why most people loves wearing henna on their wedding, because it really contributes to beautifying the bride and its literally a symbol of a 'just married' bride in most cultures.
"Ikhbal, Layla should be here, it won't take much time for her to finish yours". Wajdan said while waiting for her own to dry, hence I've been asking the henna designer to attend to the friends other than me, and it was finally my turn.
"Ok, let me just call her before you start mine". I said and escaped out from the already crowded and loud room.
"Pretty!" She shouted the minute I dialed her number.
"Layla, what is wrong?!". I asked nonchalantly, because I knew it was nothing serious.
"Guess what?!"
"What?".
"That Muhammad, uhmm! Zayn's friend from the restaurant is actually in our house right now".
"Oh em gee! Is he there for your engagement or has he already proposed to you?". I asked stifling a laugh.
"Uhhg, Pretty!! Can you imagine he is also Salim's friend, like I don't even know Salim is Zayn's friend after all". She stated.
"Oh that's great!". That actually makes sense, since Salim and Zayn knew each other, then Muhammad was their friend. "So, I actually called because the henna designer is not staying forever".
"Ohh! I'm coming, but... I don't know how to come out he is still downstairs with Salim".
"Huh?! Do you now have a crush on him?".
"No its not like...".
"Just admit it".
She groaned "pretty!!".
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Behind My Walls✔️
General Fiction[COMPLETED] This is the story of a young lady who found herself being the only child of her parents which seems normal at first, but it comprised of hardship, struggle, grief, love and partial joy. ~ My name is Ikhbal, I am 19 years old from Abuja N...
