Ayyy yooooo, how are we doing? Gudt, great
Oya start to Dey read, no mind e no sweet for beginning but it gets better I promise
Note that it isn't edited... yet but if you see any mistake please notify me by commenting on the paragraph, thankssss
Asma
She couldn't understand what they were telling her, all she understood was Uncle Amr had left a few hours ago and now she's getting married? And that to someone she doesn't know?! She felt light headed. Is her life a joke to them, she did not bother telling her mother and aunty no, she left them and went straight to the head, her father
"daddy? " she called after knocking on his door "come in Asma'" he replied, she walked into his room, her heart thumped in her chest, she had never defiled his decision but here she was, going to talk to him herself
"I can't marry him, I don't even know him, at least not this soon" she said trying to compose herself
"Asma' I'm not forcing you to marry him, you'll meet him this Friday and see how things will go" he spoke
"go on habibti" he dismissed her just like that, she took her legs out of the room meeting her mother "what's wrong?" her mother asked "are you alright?" How could she be? she is getting married to someone she's never met
"maama I can't marry him, I won't, I don't even know him" she sobbed "you are obeying your parents and Allah would reward you immensely for that" she consoled her, it was beyond her power to stop the marriage, she's been trying for a week now, what got into her husband was not comprehend able, this particular talk left them in the sour situation they are in now"go to your room" she gave her a pat on her back, she dragged herself to her room, she called her last hope
"Ya Maleek I can't marry him, I've never seen him before, what if he is bad? What if he is ugly? What if I don't like him?" she cried into the phone "Asma' stop crying, I'll try and come back tomorrow OK, I'll talk to baa, you can't get married to him whoever it is he wants you to marry" he reassured her
"thank you" she croaked "can I sleep now your highness" he joked "sure, I'm sorry I woke you up" she said with a small smile "bye" he said and she replied with a bye too.
§
Friday 20th April
She got dressed in a grey abaya trying to keep it as simple as possible, Ya Maleek is coming back today, she would go and see the man like she promised Ya Maleek then go pick him up at the airport, she slid her legs into a grey crocs, she left the house without saying goodbye to anybody.
She was told they would meet at the vue, a restaurant not too far away from their house, by the time she reached there it was 3pm, she prayed he wasn't already there waiting for her, she hated being waited for and also waiting, she walked into the place taking a seat after looking around, there weren't much people there, she did not know how to start looking for him, she had never seen him before, she breathed in and out before a waiter came "a pink lemonade" she said with a smile and he smiled back.
Two glasses of pink lemonade, thirty minutes later she stood up ready to leave but a man in a grey kaftan, looking like a billion stopped her "Asma'u right?" she had the urge to correct him but she nodded "please take your seat" he said sitting down, she bit her cheek in frustration, he has the audacity to come late then casually tell her to sit
She sat down and looked dead straight into his eyes, something she couldn't do for long, if she thought Karim was handsome this was not a human in front of her, if him and Karim stood next to each other Karim would appear ugly to her and she always knew her looks.
