Flawless love

Chapter 6: Aaliyah

It has been two weeks since Abdi informed us about his impending marriage, and today I have the opportunity to meet his future wife, as we reside in the same vicinity. It's 3:20 in the afternoon, and I prepared myself to visit my soon-to-be sister-in-law. After a refreshing shower, I carefully selected an exquisite dark cocoa and coral abaya and khimar from my wardrobe. I applied a tasteful yet simple makeup, adorned myself with delicate gold jewellery and opted for my white New Balance 530 shoes. I beckoned our driver to take me to the coffee shop where we had arranged to meet.

After a pleasant car ride, I arrived at the coffee shop and spotted Samira sitting near the entrance, her face beaming with a smile. I greeted her, saying, "Peace be upon you, sister." She responded warmly, "And upon you, peace, dear. Please, take a seat." Overwhelmed by her beauty, I admired her flawless almond-colored skin, elegant nose, captivating hazel eyes, radiant smile, and graceful hands. I was particularly enamored by her choice of attire—a black silk abaya with a matching hijab, complemented by white heels and a white bag. It became clear why my brother had chosen her; she was truly a remarkable individual.

During our conversation, we savored our drinks and took the opportunity to get to know each other better. I inquired about Samira's siblings, and she shared that she had two siblings—a younger sister and an older brother. As we engaged in a lengthy and enjoyable conversation, we bid farewell and departed the coffee shop, embracing each other warmly.

Upon arriving home, I announced my return to my mother, who had prepared a sumptuous dinner for us. I questioned why she had taken the effort to cook despite having help from our household staff, to which she replied that it was due to the occasion and her desire to do so. I inquired about my father and the well-being of my other siblings, confirming that they were all in good health and occupied in their respective rooms. With great excitement, I shared with my mother the wonderful experience of meeting Samira, praising her remarkable personality and captivating beauty.

After the meal, I decided to take some time to rest and expressed my gratitude to my mother for the delicious dinner.

Finally, the day arrived for Abdi's return. We had meticulously prepared his room, ensuring that everything was in perfect order. Abdi had mentioned that he would be accompanied by a friend, but he had not disclosed the friend's name. Secretly, I hoped that it would be Yusuf.

With the preparations complete, my father called to inform us that they were on their way and nearing our home. My mother, younger siblings, and I had already freshened up and dressed up for the occasion. I adorned myself in a black and white Baati, (a traditional Somali dress) and applied a touch of lip gloss and sunscreen. Eagerly, we awaited Abdi's arrival. As soon as they arrived, Abdi quickly emerged from the car, greeting us with affection and embracing us, planting kisses on our foreheads.

Abdi introduced his friend and the friend was Yusuf, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his presence. He stood tall at around 6'2", with flowing hair, strong hands, and cocoa brown eyes. I felt an inexplicable attraction to his gaze, and Abdi introduced him as his best friend. My mother warmly welcomed Yusuf, expressing her gratitude for his support of Abdi. Yusuf reciprocated the warm welcome, showing respect to my mother. I couldn't help but notice his gaze upon me, and I blushed, quickly making my way to the kitchen to set the lunch table, all the while feeling captivated by his eyes.