Chapter 2

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Zaraa!!. Oh oh
Here comes my angry dad and brother. I tightened my hold around my mom and hid behind her.
"What is wrong with you? Kiloman shey Iwo omoyi? Why did you follow the driver home and why did you not inform us you were walking home? The driver would have followed if you had said that. Tell me what is wrong now.". Trans. ( Tell me what is wrong with you). I scoffed why Zayn rolled his eyes at me. " Dad I just wanted to clear my mind. I don't need anyone to follow me around I'm 17 for goodness sake. I am not a baby anymore. I need to have my thinking space."

"Zara, we understand what you want and what you need right now and what you need is safety don't just wander around without telling anyone,if not for Abdullah I would have been worried sick about you.you know we want the best for you." I looked at Zayn . Did he just talk like that to me? I nodded and looked back at our guest and then .I realize we are actually having this discussion in front of guest.

My mom pulled me into a hug " I'm very sorry I didn't know you were stressed or sad. I should have noticed I'm so sorry oko mi. Please if anything is disturbing you please don't hesitate to tell me.ill try my best to understand". Trans.(my dear)

I nodded. That's all I ever do in this house I don't have my own opinion or choice. I whispered to my mom " why are we having this conversation in front of a guest?".  Mom sighed heavily.

I was confused. " Zara after dinner we need to talk." I nodded and walked to my room.

What we possibly talking about again this evening. I'm fed up,I just need rest. I took my phone and I immediately wanted to call Abdul. Then I stopped. I can't, I don't want him to get hurt because I don't like him that way. But he is my best friend. What should I do?

I went back downstairs for dinner and I saw the guest and my brother talking and whispering. Zayn laughed and Hamza smiled.

The dinning table was set with delicious food most of which are my favorite. Ok now tell me... What is going on?

My dad sat at the the head table and my mom sat on his right. Zayn sat on the left and I sat beside mom,while Hamza sat beside Zayn.

"So let's dig in the food is getting cold." Everyone started dishing except hamza because he was not familiar with most of the food. And he looked confused which was kind of cute . I smiled and looked at my mom, who was already looking at me . I gave her a "what?" Look and she nodded her head towards him giving me the signal to help him. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

I help him serve what I think is the only one he is familiar with. Spaghetti. Which was my favourite by the way. He looked at me when I served him some spaghetti and he smiled at me, I return his smile with my fake tight lipped smile and he noticed which made him smile even more.

The dinning table was quiet which I thought was weird because the dinning table was never quite in this family. It's the opposite. It's either my dad is talking to Zayn about a project or he is talking to me about my studies, which by the way I pretend to hear or my mom talking to me about learning how to cook , which made me mad every time because I try to cook but it's just not for me.

The silence continued and the only sound that was heard was the sound of the spoon and fork making a very annoying sound with the ceramic plate.  Something was definitely wrong. I dropped my fork and and everyone's attention were on me." Ok will someone tell me what's going on? Because I don't get why you lot are this quiet." I snapped.

Silence

I sigh
Again  silence

Ok I've had enough of this I stood up to go to my room but I was stopped with a statement that crashed my whole world. " We want... Me and your dad and your brother want you to get married to hamza" . I stopped dead in my tracks.  What ?

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