UNTAMED PRINCESS

•Chapter 8•

MALAK'S POV

That's a very bad idea...what I'm about to do but I'm also curious about my future husband....yikes! I hate calling him that. It's been a freaking week since mama announced the wedding and I now have three more weeks to be tied to some guy I hate so much. He's coming to Kano tomorrow and not just alone, together with his daughter.

The boxes and whatever traditions call for arrived three days ago and even though they have a furnished house ready and waiting. Mama insisted on furnishing at least two rooms and a living room.

Not that anyone asks or wants to know but this piece of a shit I used to call a boyfriend-Yasir- hasn't called to apologize yet. If he's waiting for me to call and apologize first then I think I need to take really good happy pictures for the weeding to show him who lost who. I know he doesn't even deserve a second of my time but Hello!! I was in love-still is, maybe-with this guy for years and I can't forget him in weeks.

Nafisa has returned to school, Adda Humairah and Adda Billy are so busy with preparations together with Mama and the only one I have is Halima who's so excited about the wedding. It's either she forgot the fact that I was forced into this or she just didn't care. Zulayha should be in Kano in the next seventeen days and even though I told her not to worry 'cause she might give birth any moment she just wasn't having it. Who am I to stop her if her husband said Yes??

"Just get it over with Malak" Halima groaned. This is the 10000th time I'm taking my MacBook so I could dig up something about my future husband on the internet but just couldn't for some unknown reason. "It's gonna seem like I care" I whine and she only glared. "Like he's gonna know each person that googled him" I sigh but didn't say a word.

"I'll do the honours" she said picking the MacBook "Please" I nod and she only shook her head. She was silent for a second before an 'Aha' escape from her mouth. "Here it is" she adds. "Let's hear it" I lean back on my pillow.

"Usman Tafida is the first son and the Heir to the Tafida empire. He completed his secondary school, Bachelor as well as Masters degree in the United Kingdom" "Got where the whole tinge of British accent came from" I pop a chewing gum in my mouth and Leemah just raised her brows before she continue without a word which I'm thankful for.

"He's a self made CEO of the Tafida firm, which is a law firm and only partially part of the Tafida empire, 33......" I cut her off. "That's all basic, something literally everyone knows" I roll my eyes and she smirk. "You're not gonna find all those on Google babe, we check the gossip blogs" she says. "Most of them are rumours" I argue. "They only name it as rumours for fear of being caught with personal information but they are all true" she says and I glare.

"You're supposed to be the most innocent of us three" I say and she laughs. "Yeah whatever, let's dig up some stuff" she bends her knuckles and her fingers continue to tap furiously on the keyboard. "Got it" says her excited tone and I just nod.

"Apart from the usual stuff we saw earlier, here says that he got married to his college sweetheart six years ago, A Turkish, London based collage sweetheart when he was supposed to get married to his cousin. Haifa Ali- you know her right?" Leemah raised a brow. "Yeah" I nod and she continues. "His wife Nehal Garçek was also rumoured to have given birth to a girl a year after their marriage though no pictures of the child is on the net" "The wife's picture?" I ask and Leemah turned the MacBook towards me.

True she looked Turkish, cause she is, dummy! and the picture was probably taken when they were still in school because they sat on one of the university garden benches with other students passing in the background. The said Nehal is putting on a large navy blue coat with the same shade of scarf around her neck. Her veil is also firmly tied on her head. Na'eem is sitting beside her in a black coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. She's probably talking to him about something with a smile on her face as she flips through a book while he's looking at her like she's the best thing he's ever seen, the only thing that mattered. A genuine smile on his face, not the smirk or the smug smile, a genuine one and nothing ever looked more beautiful. A coffee cup from Starbucks sits beside Na'eem and I'm assuming it to be his. "It's beautiful" I say honestly a little smile on my face and Leemah turned back the MacBook. "Yes" she agrees.