Something in the Truth (Islamic Love Story)

Chapter Six

I hope you all enjoy this chapter <3 Salam!

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Saturday mornings are great. You don't have to worry about alarm clocks blasting your ears early in the morning. But in this case, I woke up to the sound of a screaming Hayat in my face.

"WAAAAAKEEEEE UP NEENEEE!!!!!!!!! Plus you look like you got hit by a bus."

I fell out of my bed and hit the floor,"UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" I groaned loudly. Hayat laughed like crazy to my reaction. " Ahahaaha, your... your... your face!!!" She bursted out again. I rolled my eyes and got off the floor. I walked to my mirror and wow, she was right, I did look horrible. My long curly hair was sticking out in different places and I looked like I didn't get any sleep.

"Okay... okay I think I'm done now." She said and calmed down.

"Who let you in here?" I questioned her.

" Your mom did, stupid. The wedding today? We'll go in my car. And please, get dressed." she said annoyingly, as she took my laptop and scrolled through my twitter feed at my desk.

"Gladly.." I mumbled. Before I could do anything else, I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. One thing I hated ABSOLUTELY was bad breath. I followed up with washing my face with soap, and hopped into the shower. I got out and brushed out my wet, untamed, curly hair. Today felt like a good day to straighten my hair and curl it, since there will only be women, so I did that and tried not to burn myself for the millionth time.

I wore a simple abaya since I was going to take it off  and a simple but casual maroon hijab. I added some rings and a gold watch. I took a bag and stuffed in everything that I needed today. My black dress, which was knee-length and laced at the upper chest and arms. A toothbrush, since I was probably going to crash at Hayat's and we would stay there pretty late and a pair of pajamas.

"Uhh, Neenee? You got a new follower on Twitter." Hayat said looking up from my laptop as I walked in the room.

I walked over to her and asked,"Who?"

"Ummm..... Some guy named Yusuf Adam... Wait, he sounds like that guy that goes to our school!" She said excitedly. I mentally slapped my forehead and looked at her dumbfounded, " I wonder why, probably, he IS the guy that goes to our school?"

"Oh. OHHHHHH." was all that she said and understood what I finally meant.
"Yeah you finally got that through your head. Now scoot over and let me see." I retorted and pushed her off my rolly chair. " WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?" She yelled looking up at me from the ground furiously.

"Eh, payback," I slightly muttered. I then decided that I didn't feel like stalking his profile so I slipped on my heels and grabbed my clutch.

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"First stop, Starbucks." Hayat said to me as soon as we stepped into her car,
" You've got to be kidding me." I rolled my eyes and she just laughed.

"Hey, don't hate. Starbucks is amazing. And plus, you haven't ate anything this morning and you never skip out on coffee."

Although yes, she is absolutely right on that, but lately I haven't been drinking coffee as much. That's a good thing though. Very unhealthy. My stomach growled loudly. I sigh, "Fine, but make it quick. We're going to be late, you know."

"If only you hadn't taken so long getting ready." she mumbled annoyingly and fake smiled as she turned to me. " Just shut up and drive," I groaned angrily.