Why(Hausa).

The D-day💍

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Zahra's pov.

Neency had laid down one outfit and all the deodorants and perfumes i needed. The outfit was a red lace outlined with black. By mere looking, I knew it would fit me perfectly. And the color suits my skin tone. So I put on all the necessary deodorants and put back the rest in my wardrobe. I picked up the clothes and changed into them.

I was trying to zip up when Neency came in, with a makeup kit in her hand.
"Yawwa help me zip this up"
She zipped it up for me.
"Sit down here let me do your makeup" she said.
"I'm I not going for a photo shoot, I prefer to keep a natural face". I argued

"This is a one time thing, you're not getting married again In sha Allah, so enjoy it to the fullest"

"Okay then" I sighed.

"Don't worry, I'll keep the makeup light, and I'll use nude makeup to match all your outfits"

"I trust you" I smiled.

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My makeup was done, my turban was tied. My jewelry was on, everything was a fit. I looked myself in the mirror, I blushed and whispered Masha Allah to myself. I was satisfied with the way I looked, Waleed would be smitten, I was just a bit uncomfortable from the heavy jewelry I wore.

I took up my Heavily stoned veil and wrapped it around my shoulders. Thanks for the glam I said looking at myself one more time before I gave Neency a side hug.

"Now sit down and wait for the bride assistant" Neency said.

"Bride assistant?, do I even need that?" I asked.

"Of course you do, every bride does".

Just then, her phone rang, she gave her the directions to the house, it seems like the bride assistant was lost while trying to find our house. She hanged up the call and kept it on the mirror drawer.

"What do I need assistance for today, it's just a photoshoot".

"She'll help you change your outfits without ruining your makeup. And she'll help with your headscarfs and turbans". Neency answered.

"Alright" I shrugged, then a knock on the door took our attention.

"She's already here.....COME IN" Neency said.

"Assalam alaikum, I am the hired bride assistant" the woman said. She was definitely older than us and looks like she's in her early thirties.

"You're welcome" I said back with a smile.

"You must be the bride, zarah right?"

"Yes, I am"

"I'm safiyya , and you must be Neency, right?"she asked turning to Neency.

"Yes, we met at Amina's wedding, and I am a witness to how good you are at your work, so I suggested you to Ammi" Neency answered.

"Ahh I see, no wonder you looked familiar, thanks" she smiled.

"This is the briefcase that carries her outfits, please don't let her smudge her makeup, you must help her put them on, the groom will come pick you guys up."

"Don't worry...Toh Amarya, muje kasa mujira motar koh?"

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Waleed's pov.

I arrived at The Alhaji Abdullahi household. I honked at the gate and the gateman slid it open.

I picked up my phone and called Zarah.

Hello

Hello, where you the one who just pulled up now?

Yes, I'm waiting for you, we don't have time to waste, I have important duties to attend to.

Okay, I'm already ready.

Bye

I hanged up.

In less than five minutes, Zarah was approaching my car, with an outfit similar in color to my kaftan. I wore black and with hints of maroon while she wore red with hints of black, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, and looked a bit uncomfortable wearing the heavy necklace I gifted, she is blessed, a pretty face, a curvy body and eyes whose shine was brighter than a star. She just got unlucky in one aspect, her heart, she has a wicked heart. She wanted to just play me and then get married to the man her father chose for her. I shoved that off my mind. I just noticed that another woman was behind her, dragging along a suitcase. I leaned to open the door for her while still in my seat before she reached. She sat and pulled the door shut as the other woman went for the back seat.

"And who is this woman?" I said sternly, looking for a reason to be angry.

"She's my bride assistant, you can call her Safiyya"

I just kept shut without any response.
There was silence in the drive for about 15 minutes. Before the bride assistant or lemme say "safiyya" broke it.

"You don't have to be uncomfortable due to my presence. You guys should pretend I'm not here, I don't judge".

"Nobody asked for your advice" I angrily said. For some reason I just don't like the woman. Or maybe I was looking for a reason to be angry at zarah, my subconscious said.

I saw the shock on her face through the mirror. Zarah turned back and whispered "I'm sorry for his behavior" to her. I immediately felt bad for what I said, I let my emotions go over my morals. And I was very rude. And maybe disrespectful cuz the woman looks like she might be older than me.

The drive went silent again until I halted at the photo studio.

"Umm.....I'm sorry for what I said earlier safiyya, I'm just angry over something".

"It's nothing, like I said earlier, I don't judge" she replied as we alighted the car.

We got into the photo studio, the camera crew set up the place and asked us to stand for the pictures.

We both stood awkwardly distant to each other, with no emotions.

"Look, you have to stand closely......Your hands on her waist, go behind her tho........look up at him and smile.....now you look into her eyes too, perfect" the camera man kept giving us instructions. In the position we were in, I felt relaxed. Adrenaline rushed through my body. I felt lustrous desires. It took me back to our first physical contact, in the dark at my dorm house. She belonged in my arms. She belonged to me, and I am hers too.

"Okay now change your position, sir sit.. You go behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. I want you guys to look at the camera fiercely, yeah that's good" the camera man said pulling me out of trance and position.

"Come have a look, is this okay" he said once again. I nodded. Okay then, you're ready for your next outfit.