Getting married

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Muina's POV
I couldn't sleep last night at a after telling him what my condition was.He surprisingly texted me this morning.

I was surprised.He asked to meet up,we met at the park.
Farouk:how are you?
Muina:am fine,you?
Farouk:am alright.Am sorry for not responding yesterday

Muina: it's not your fault,you had every right to react that way.Am so sorry for raising your hopes up.
Farouk:no no, it's okay,we can work things out
Muina: I don't want you to suffer along with me, this is my illness,I will fight it by myself.

Farouk:no we are fighting this together
Muina: farouk
Farouk:no I love you, and that's more than enough for me.
Muina:you might regret it in the future.

Farouk: I don't care,if it's three years fine,three years to make you the happiest woman in the world.
Muina: I don't want you to feel pity for me
Farouk:it is not pity,it is love.Nobody is forcing me,I have decided myself to stay.

Muina:it is not easy
Farouk: I will decide that.(he wiped away my tears) so when is our wedding date?
Muina: aren't you rushing (I laughed)

Farouk:you can't be serious
Muina: what,I have got a sense of humor.
Farouk: it's dark but I love it.You will be alright inshallah.Okay I think you need to go, your nurse is glaring at me.

(I laughed)
Muina: don't mind her, she is just jealous that you are stealing her bestie away.I will see you later.

(Two weeks later,farouk and I got married.Our guests were alot of doctors and nurses and patients as well,I couldn't be happier and grateful to them for coming.)

I was allowed to be discharged but had to go to the hospital on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.

I was primarily in the hospital because I didn't have anyone to take care of me,but I had a husband now.

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