DECE-P-TION

DXVII

Falah's point of view.

The drive back to the house was silent, not a word. Just like last time we came back from our honeymoon. Iya mí volunteered to clean the house and prepare for our arrival at ours. I didn't protest because maybe Alya might prefer spending time with her than staying alone with me.

Immediately she gets out of the car, she gives iya mí a hug. I shut the door after being out the luggages out. They get in the house without iya mí sparing me a glance. I follow them when I see the balloons, decor and feast prepared all for our arrival.

"Did he make it interesting or boring?" Alya smiles, glancing at me. "Interesting, i we had a great time. Seyi could not stop taking about Zulaika, he love her so much." Alya describes, sitting with Alya in the sofa.

"That's sweet, he has always been a gentleman. He's my best nephew." Iya mí confesses the obvious and the burst out laugh. "Partiality can't be helped, I tried."

"I understand you, let me get you guys served". She stands up and leaves the parlor. "You don't need to do this if you don't want to. Just be yourself."

"I am myself and I enjoy this." Alya takes off her veil, exposing her sleeveless shirt and skirt. "Thank you."

She gives me a tight lipped smile when her phone rings. She raises it then stood up. "Excuse me." She leaves the sitting room, answering the phone. Iya mí walks by into the parlor. "Where is Alya?"

"She went to the restroom." I respond, taking a piece of samosas. "You two must be exhausted. Yesterday must've been so tiresome for you."

"It was okay."

"You always prefer to keep things to yourself, let it out sometimes so you just do go and kill yourself. I don't have my grandkids yet. When shall I be expecting them?" She arranges the place. "You make it sound like it's a delivery."

"You know what I mean." She rolls her eyes, looking at herself on the mirror. "I'm not ready now, maybe I'm a year or so." I put forth, having an idea of her reaction. "You're kidding, that's the only reasonable explanation for getting married and delaying pregnancy. Do I need to lock you up in a room?"

"Iya mí." She raises her hands, slightly pouting her lips in disagreement.

Alya's point of view.

I laugh, feeling iya mí patting my back. "You're hilarious." She comments. "Thank you." I wipe a little tear at the corner of my eye. "I have a present for you, I vowed to do it when my son gets married." She stands up and walks to the drawers.

She takes out two small boxes then sits back down. She hands over to me as I accept it, smiling nervous and excitedly. I open the first black box with a Cartier writing to see a set of simple stoned jewelry. I gasp softly, adoring its shimmer.

I look at her, smiling. "It's beautiful." I take out the necklace, leaving the earrings. "I love it." I look closer, loving its simplicity at beauty. I put it back in the box before opening the second box. I see a gold key holder with my name written.

"This is from your Father-in-law, he wants to welcome you to the Nadeem family. It's outside." I chuckle, standing up to see the car outside. I open the door seeing a Range Rover parked. I leave my mouth gaping wide open. It's the latest Range Rover that I've been seeing online.

I slowly walk to the car, opening it and getting in. The nylon on the seats making sounds. "We weren't sure whether this is your type of car, do you like it?" I look around the car, letting out a laugh.

I get out of the car, shutting the door. "It's all so beautiful." I hug her tightly. "You're welcome." I pull away from her, seeing a warm smile on her face. "I want you to take me as a mother, not an in law." I nod, grinning. "Ive always wanted a daughter, I sometimes dressed Falah as a girl sometimes when his father traveled."

I laugh. "No way."

"Yes way, I had to get over it if I wanted my child to be a man."

"He is now so there's no consequence."

"Yes but now I have a daughter, finally." We walk side to side to the front door.

*********

"What's our position?" He asks while I take off my face mask. "I'm in a good relationship with Zulaika, I spoke to her the other day and she said we'll talk about it some other time."

"Did you get back to her?"

"No, she shaving her honeymoon. I'll be pushing my luck. When she's done, then I'll strike."

"That's a plan. Wishing you luck."

"Thank you, for the intel and support."

"Being your number one fan isn't much of a pleasure but I'm pulling through." I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Good night, Rayyan."

"Goodnight, Alya." I hang up, raising my head to look at the mirror when I see myself smiling. I frown immediately, stepping back. What is going that rock called a brain?

I clear my throat, sauntering to my bedroom. I'll land Zulaika, definitely.

Falah's point of view.

I keep my eyes fixated on the prayer mat, taking off my cap. I close my eyes taking a deep breath when I smell smoke. I shut them tighter, taking deeper breaths. "It's all in my head." I mutter repeatedly as the smoke gets thicker in my throat. I feel the oxygen in my lungs decreasing.

"It's not real." The air I'm my lungs fully dissipated but I try to take deep breaths then slowly, I started breathing. I open my eyes, standing up.

Everything goes away in time? No, mine still seems like yesterday even after twenty two years. I fold the prayer mat and placed it on the chair.

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