They are already here to take you to your husband's house, Fatima announced as she entered back into my room
Unable to keep up with the events of the past week, I became numb. Normal brides would have started the water works but I am unable to feel anything at the moment not talk of bringing forth water works. The wedding was held for four days straight and if I might say so myself, money was wasted on the wedding it was just too lavish and the crowd was too much, an opposite of what I wished for but who cares anymore, All that matters is that I am married.
As we moved closer to the living room, there were yodelling and several congratulatory words in the air but I paid no mind to either, I just want to get this over with, I am drained as it is. Several advices later, we were seated in the car headed for Niger, I silently prayed God guides me on this new life I am about to begin.
Ring!! Ring!!! I fished my ringing phone from my purse and behold hubby is calling.
Hello, I said into the receiver my voice lowAnd how is my amarya doing this morning? Kabir asked
I am doing just fine, how are you? I asked in return
Not very fine, waiting for my beautiful bride is proving to be more excruciating than I thought
Don't worry well soon be there, in three hours, you'll find me at your doorstep
I'll keep my fingers crossed, I already miss you Soo much
I miss you too, I replied smiling as we ended the call
I know what you all are thinking now, how did it get to this stage. Well over the course of the two months, we've gotten considerably closer and I can't say I love him as of yet but I am sure I feel something and God was he possessive!! And very jealous too. He nearly beat up my brother when he saw me clinging to him, in his defense though, he had no idea ya Moha was my elder brother as they've never met before. But that day was funny, Kabir was just fuming took a while to calm down.
THREE HOURS LATER we arrived at the doorstep of Kabir. His house was modest, a five bedroom bungalow a wide compound and flowers decorating the corners. Unsurprisingly, there was only Kabir at home since his family lives in Abuja, everything was done there. My friends and I proceeded to my bedroom but my things were taken to kabira bedroom.
Is this how we'll hang mouth, zainab asked breaking the comfortable silence
Which moth are we hanging ooo Yar masipa ta dawo da nata, Fatima answered
Am the Yar masipa now , I can't see your fault now, it is me that wanted to break the silence that has seems to overcome us since we entered this house
Must you carry your character everywhere, this is Afsheen's husband house, at least don't embarrass her nawYou didn't tell me ai dama that I am an embarrassment to you I would have kukuma remained in my father's house not coming here to endure your insults
You girls should stop, you are here for me and you should focus on me, at least for today, you shouldn't pick on yourselves, I said tired of their bickering
You sure do love the attention baby girl, rukayya said
I sure do love the attention, I replied laughing as we proceeded to host about everything and nothing.
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My Arranged Marriage
Short StoryAfsheen is a model for an Islamic clothing line. what happens when her marriage is arranged against her will. Read this interesting book to find out and please follow my page for more stories to come. Thanks for adding my book to your readi...