𝐴 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦

'Time doesn't change people, it reveals the true face of people'
~anonymous.

"Rahma, what do you think about this one?". Salma asked and without looking at what her mother showed her, she nodded with a hum.

"Wai, etunnan ah ye lo anjima?(Can't this work wait till later)?". Salma complained and Rahma looked at her.

"Mummy, I have to finish this today, can't picking clothes wait?". Her mother eyed her and Rahma was relieved that she wasn't very close to her mother if not she'll definitely receive a slap.

"Your wedding is in how many days...". Salma calculated.

"Three weeks mummy, there's still time". She looked back at her laptop.

"We have to take these clothes to the tailor".

"Mummy, I'm not even going to use these clothes during the wedding".

"Ehn, but you're supposed to wear new clothes during the first months in your husband's house". Rahma sighed knowing it was useless arguing with her mother.

"Then choose anything, I'm sure I'll like it". She stood up with her laptop and left for her room.

It was a good thing she and dawud had agreed on no events— actually he didn't mind, she was the one that didn't want anything but she knew they couldn't pass off a sword crossing, so that was the only thing she agreed to, her mothers and sisters had other plans though.

She didn't get much sleep the night before and other nights before. She was back to stressing herself out and even though it was working, she had to take a break from work for the day as she felt she'd collapse if she went to work.

She left everything that had to do with her wedding to her family, they were more than glad.

Rahma stood up to bathe for the day even though it was already dark outside, she had been working on her laptop since she woke up minutes before zuhur.

She went into her bathroom, stripped and soaked herself in the bath. She rested her head, enjoying the peace. She didn't leave the bathroom until after over forty-five minutes. She went to her room and into her closet, she got out a nightdress and dressed herself then went to bed. She picked her phone and checked her messages and mails. She started replying those that had to do with work, then went on to reply others. She didn't usually reply unknown numbers, but the beginning of the message, whoever sent her, caught her attention.

'rahma, you're making a mistake...'.

Curiosity had her tapping on the message and she read the note.

'rahma, you're making a mistake. I'm still willing to take you back, let's put everything behind us. I love you'.

She groaned, wondering who she had hurt in her past life for Ali to be after hers. She simply blocked the number, deciding that it was better to ignore him.

She picked her laptop again knowing she'd be unable to welcome any sleep and put on a movie to watch.

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"Look at his feet". Rahma cooed as she held hafsah's newborn in her arms.

"His feet are normal". Hafsah told her and she rolled her eyes.

"I know, but he's so small, Masha Allah".

"You're really good with kids. Actually, you have a gift, I mean even your nephew and nieces love you, this one too as soon as you held him, he shut his mouth". Rahma smiled at her.