Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 8: Wedding bells, Sabira arrives!

Khayr's POV

Wedding bells is what they call it? The imaginary ones? Well, I could almost hear the sound of mine in my ears as it's barely a week to my wedding.

Some months passed, but not much has happened except for basically, my courtship with Sul and the wedding preparations. Sul hasn't changed a bit, still the robotic person he was and merely me pushing him especially when it comes to conversations or going on dates. This shy attitude of his makes me eager to get married to him and discover his other side, cause it would really suck should it be he's a quiet person throughout. With him, everything went on like a timetable. He'd call me at nine pm every night and the call wouldn't exceed five minutes. He'd send me a morning message at 7am sharp and then occasionally call me in the afternoon. The afternoon call also usually never exceeds two minutes. Friday is the day I get to see him and it's also the day we tend to go on dates and the dates consisted of just going to fancy restaurants and eating. That's just it.

And I forgot to mention..boy, he's really good at getting gifts. From the time I knew him until now, I can't count how many fancy sweets, perfumes, flowers and other things I've received from him. They're just a lot that I mostly dashed them out to Sakina or my friends.

As you can tell, I've been happier over the past few weeks. I somehow managed to erase Hameed out of my mind, though there should be a little bit of reminants. It saddens me somehow about the way my final parting with him was far from peaceful. It wasn't the way I wanted it to be. I wanted him to forgive me. I wanted to have his blessings.

That Friday, how I treated Hameed was way too heartless that it resulted into him fainting. Thankfully I had his friend's contact because I was so worried that I could barely get any sleep that night. I thought should Hameed suffer any health related issues due to me I'd blame myself for the rest of my life. Ahmad was an understanding person and he was really helpful as he managed to give me the hospital details. Alas, Hameed had taken things too harshly. I know what I said in front of Baba and him was mean, but I was merely protecting myself. Hameed should've understood that except for circumstance, I'd never in my life deny knowing him. He was much more than that to me, someone I treasured.

That day, Hameed went completely nuts and he wouldn't even give me the chance to talk to him, talkless of apologizing to him properly for my actions. Unless I was there to tell him I'd call off the alliance, he had no intention of even sparing me a glance. Hameed even yelled at me for the first time ever since I knew him and also claimed that I was desperate to get married, as if I was a horny bitch and that really made me enraged that I didn't know when I sent my palm flying across his face. It was at that moment I realised that it was too late to try to make any peace because we've now became strangers to each other. It's really tragic though, how this beautiful relationship of four years met it's end. And it's even more tragic that Hameed who invested more into it was the one severely victimised.

"Congratulations, Miss Ummul Khayr" the teacher congratulated me, handing over what I recognized to be my driver's permit. Yes, I've been going to the driving school for the past two weeks and finally, I've completed the program by passing the final driving test.

Ah, finally, the fruit of hardwork. I smiled proudly, staring at my driver's permit. I haven't felt accomplished in a long time. Now, let's get back home.

I called Empress on my way to see if she could come today too. She returned from Abuja not long ago and she's been really helping me out. Because we hang out a lot these days, people at home tend to call her Abukkiyar amarya(the bride's closest friend).

"I'll be there in thirty minutes" she told me

I paid the Keke I took back home and knocked on the gate. I'm supposed to call Abideen to pick me up because I'm not allowed to be taking public transport. Perhaps they figured it'd hurt Sul's pride if by mistake he finds his fiancee in a public ride. So it's either I go with Huda or call Abideen, the amarya driver to take me wherever I want to go. The day was just too sunny and I figured if I called Abideen he'd take twenty minutes or so before fetching me so I decided to just go on my own.