HER WEDDING NIGHT

CHAPTER 47

Akeela entered her room and flung herself onto the bed. She was tired of everything and she was angry with herself for betraying her friend and talking back at a man that was old enough to be her father.

She knew her anger was at work but she was surprised by how angry she got those days. Her behaviors were strange to her and she couldn't get a grip of them.

Have I not lost the chances of being with Jamal again now that I have humiliated his father and his family?

She knew she wouldn't be surprised if Jamal doesn't want her again. Her actions were enough to let him go far away from her.

The thought of that made her cry harder, it made her heart break into pieces. She could feel the pain of the rippling feeling in her chest and she wanted it to stop as she hit her chest while crying hard.

The door opened and her mother walked in. She rushed to Akeela on the bed and scooped her up in her arms. She pacified and consoled her while rubbing her hands on her back until Akeela's cry turned to whimpers.

"Akeela", she called, looking at her daughter. She felt her pain and she was feeling bad for coercing her into the marriage. But the deed was done already, she still wanted Akeela to go back to his house. She was his wife and nothing would change that fact until Jamal pronounce Talaq.

"I didn't do it, mom", she glanced up at her mother and cried out. "There was no sex, this is just a misunderstanding."

"I know." Her mother smiled sadly.

"You know? How did you know?" She questioned with wide eyes. She was not only shocked that her mother was aware, but she was also surprised that her mother was the one consoling her in this situation instead of her father. It indicated that her father was still mad at her for her misbehavior.

"You are my child, Akeela and I trust you. I believe you. If you had told me that you had sex with Fred in England, I would have believed you but now that we all know that you didn't have sex with him, I see no reason why you should now. You love Jamal, don't you?" Akeela nodded.

"Every woman out there wants to give their dignity to the man they adore. I know the morals we taught you before you traveled to England are still intact and I have always prayed to Allah to keep you safe from evil eyes and hands. This is just a test from Allah and it will surely pass."

Akeela broke down into tears again. Her mother pulled her into an embrace and sniffed. She was blaming herself for everything that was happening. She also blamed herself for creating a gap between her and her daughter.

"Let's go", she stood up abruptly and dragged Akeela with her.

"No, mom", Akeela insisted, feeling reluctant to go out. She was ashamed to look her father in the face.

"Your husband is still waiting for you downstairs, come on", her mother pointed to the door as Akeela sat back on the bed with a pout.

As soon as she heard that Jamal was still around, her ears perched up and she asked. "Jamal is still here?"

"Yes, with his mother." Her mother replied.

Akeela furrowed her brows and cleaned her tears. She was wondering why they were still there after what she did.

Isn't he angry with me anymore?

"Let's go", her mother grabbed her hand again and walked to the door. They took the staircase out and when they got to the landing, Akeela bent her head in shame.

"Akeela", Jamal called. She could detect the tone of concern in his voice and she knew instantly that Jamal loved her.

His anger was making his love for her oblivion. Her heart swelled and she rejoiced in the fact that he wasn't giving her a cold shoulder even after insulting his father.