Nawfal
He was forced to dress in a white baban riga and a cap sitting on his curly hair, Nawfal is the definition of handsomeness. He looked at his uncles but didn't say anything. His fist were clenched and face straight.
"Yalla yalla! Is time to go." His mother came inside the parlor dressed in a very beautiful Arabian attire. His sister trailing beside her in a fitted lace.
"Ummi..please you don't have to do this..." He said looking at the floor because of her hard gaze.
Everyone in the parlor was silent. They all know that his mother was doing the best thing for him. And Nawfal doesn't have plans of getting married, this was just the best decision.
"You better don't make me angry Nawfal! We will go there, you will marry her and we will take your bride straight to Saudi Arabia today. Your grand parents are already preparing for our arrival!" Hajiya Samira said. She glared at his for long before going out of the room.
Why does she have to this to him!!!
And the worst thing was that he doesn't even know the bride he is to wed today. She didn't say anything about it and he doesn't give a flying f** about it.
He will just have to calm his self down and go through with this. The girl will gladly asked for divorce if she couldn't stand his shit!
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Janan
She and Munira were the only ones in the room. They heard when the guest arrived. Janan was just uttering some dua and rubbing her hands.
20 minutes later
The door opened, one of the girls that did her make up walks into the room grinning from ear to ear.
"Congratulations you're now married!" The girl said hugging Janan.
Munira squealed hugging Janan too. Everyone came to congratulate her, she was just faking a smile trying to control her anxiety.
"Please give me a moment with her." Mama said and everyone nodded before leaving the room.
Janan looked at her mother and the tears she has been holding run down her face. She was shocked when she saw her mother doing the same.
"Janan I want you to be a good wife to Nawfal. Please Janan don't you ever disrespect him. Let go of the past and think about the future. I will continue praying for you. InShaAllah you will never regret this marriage." Mama said engulfing her into her warm embrace.
Janan hold her tightly like she's not going to let her go before loosing the hold.
"Your bags have already been packed. You will be going to Saudi Arabia in the next 30 minutes.."
"What?" Janan asked.
"Yes. I don't know how the things will go but you will be going to his matenal grand parent, there's a grand event waiting for you." Mama said smiling.
Janan doest know how to react again. In just one week her life has change. So many things has happened in few days..
"Here you are!"
Janan looked at the door and saw hajiya Samira adoringly smiling at her. Janan quickly drop her head down feeling very nervous. The woman is now her mother in-law.
Mama left the room and hajiya Samira sat next to her. She took Janan's hand and join it with hers.
"Janan am your mother now..don't feel shy please..whatever that is bothering you should feel free to tell me. Okay my daughter?" She said and Janan gently nodded.
"I know my son is a hard rock but inside him is a soft and caring heart."
Soft and caring!
Janan have the urge to scoff but didn't do it.
Hajiya Samira keep on telling her about her son and after some moment Yasmin came and her mother. They spend a little time before she knows it a car was waiting outside for her to depart.
Munira took her hand and they went outside, she open the back door of a Bugatti Divo. She entered and hajiya Samira got in. The car started moving and Janan waved at all of them who are outside biding her goodbye.
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The flight to Saudi Arabia is 6 hours so she has enough time to put herself together. They all were settle down in the VIP suite of the plane, and it just her, hajiya Samira and Ikram. Janan was very glad she hasn't seen him throughout..
"Janan."
"Na'am." She looked at hajiya Samira.
"Go to that room..he will be there."
What!!!
Janan eyes widened. She didn't know what to say to her mother in-law.
"Don't worry. Just go." Hajiya Samira said smiling.
Janan stood up. She was in a simple pitch dress and a small vail wrapped around her head. She walks slowly to the door and gently pull the door knob.
Nawfal was sitting in a chair going through some papers. His back was to the door, he was thinking is his mother so he didn't care to turn around.
Janan didn't move because of how her heart was beating very fast and Nawfal slowly turn because of the dead silent and her perfume was strangely unfamiliar.
When there eyes meet Janan feels like running away but she regain her stance. Nawfal was very shock at the sight of the girl.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" He stood up and Janan's legs tremble.
Didn't he knows?
Janan was surprised. So he doesn't know his bride. What kind of person is he. She was going to leave the room when something told her to do otherwise.
She was thinking of a menacing comeback but when she remembers her mothers words she refined from doing it. She just muster enough courage and looked at him.
"Ummi...she told me to come here." Janan said rolling her eyes.
Nawfal stand still and is at that moment he knew the biggest mistake his mother has done.
How could she....?
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They're finally married!
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