“I am getting married,”
“What? When? With who? Why?”
I was so excited about the whole thing that I couldn’t hold it in, I just had to tell someone about it. And that someone had to be Lissy.
“What do you mean why?” I balanced the phone with my shoulder as I was peeling off the orange that I stole from the kitchen while coming up the stairs
I sat on the bed and turned on the laptop and started searching for Computer engineering on google
“Are you joking Sev?” Lissy sounded confused “because if you are then it is really not funny.”
“I am not,” It seemed like there was a lot going on with the computer engineering that I wasn’t really interested in. “I haven’t seen the guy nor has he seen me, but they are coming tomorrow to see me”
There was a long pause on the other end, that I thought Lissy disconnected, just as I was about to say something she sighed
“You have never seen him?”
“Nope,” scowling then I added “apparently we did meet at the time my family and I went on a vacation to London, but I vaguely remember him”
“So, they stay in London?”
“No, they also came for a vacation at that time but they used to live in the US but his parents came back 5 years back and he stayed to study there.”
“What has he studied?”
“Computer engineering”
“Boring”
“Lissy!”
“What?!”
“This is the guy who could be my potential future husband that we are talking about here, and you are not helping with anything.” I said, exasperated .Getting up from the bed I went to stand at the window looking down at the lawn, and opened it to let the evening breeze get in with the smell of freshly cut grass.
“What do you want me to say Sev? Congratulations?”
“I don’t know Lissy but you could be a little more supportive, you know”
“But I haven’t even said anything!”
“Look, can you come tomorrow?”
“Maybe”
“See?!”
“Okay okay, I’ll come!”
“Great, we will talk then”
“Great,” Lissy hung up and by the sound of her voice I knew that she wasn’t really happy about all of this
What was her problem anyway?
Someone knocked at the door. I wasn’t even ready yet.
“Who is it?” I shouted out to the door
“It’s Shammi Seven, Open up,”
Shammi was the eldest daughter of my Aunt’s sister. She got married while she was 14 years old, got divorced while she was 22 years old, got married again when she was 24 years old and got divorced when she was thirty. Now at thirty two with 5 kids on her hill, each one of them with a different father she liked to walk around thinking that she was the most experienced person in marriage in this whole universe.
So the fact that she was the one who came knocking at my door first, wasn’t really a surprise. It was apparently lecture time
I opened the door and there she was, with her tall slender figure, and model like features. I always wondered if Shammi wasn’t really an Arab or a Muslim she would have definitely become a Victoria secret model.
She was a thirty two year old with five kids but she still looked like an 18 year old teenager, so sure of her body and her place in this world.
She gave me a fierce hug.
Her kind of hugs were those kind where someone grabbed you tightly and moved you side to side like you were both dancing a quick forced blues.
I loved those hugs, even though everyone found them annoying. I think they are special just like Shammi
“So marriage huh?” She seemed so excited
She pulled me to sit down on the bed beside her
Here goes…
“You know that when I got married I really didn’t know that all these things were going to happen…”
She broke off when she looked at me, scowling she asked, “Why are you grinning like that, what is so funny?”
This time I took her into a fierce hug and kissed her on the cheek
“I knew you’d start doing this,” I smiled at her “you can’t help it can you?”
She looked at me then cupping my face with both her hands she said, “I just don’t want any of you to turn into another me,”
I held her hands that were cupping my face and held her gaze, “Whatever has happened, happened okay? We can’t help it. And we can’t help the inevitable from happening,”
“I’m just saying…”
I cut her off again, “There is no just saying, I’m getting married soon stop making me feel sad and afraid,”
Suddenly at that moment, everyone came barging in. Hugging me and congratulating me as if the guy has consented already
It was so noisy.
“Got your beast eh, Seven?” Fatima the youngest of all of us, said throwing a pillow on my head, and it wasn’t a light throw let me tell you that
“Shut up, Fatimah!” I looked at her, horrified that she had just said that out loud
“To Sev every Guy was a beast to her, she called them beasts. Now she got her beast let’s see if this beauty can turn that beast for the better, with her love,” Fatimah said playfully in a narrative voice.
I hid my face in my hands scared that people were going to see my blush.
But no such luck, apparently that was everyone’s ticket to tickle and tease me.
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The Journey
RomanceMarriage. Marriage. Marriage That is all that Samara (AKA Seven) thinks about since she was fifteen years old. This was normal for any Arabian girl, as they mostly get married at such a young age altogether. But Sev is most probably close to the...
