Destined Hearts

Chapter 25

Madeenah's POV

"Wake up." Labiba and Layla shake me awake.

"Just five more minutes." I mumble into my pillow.

"God, I have never seen a bride like this." Labiba says to Layla. "Get up you need to start getting ready."

"Ready for what?" I ask groggily. I was so tired. After we came back, I had to do gyaran jiki again and after that I couldn't sleep until like 1 am.

"Are you serious right now?" Layla says. "Today is your wedding day. As in you're gonna be a wife in a few hours. As in your husband will soon be on his way after they tie the knot."

My eyes open as everything she says registers. I flip onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I'm going to be married in a matter of hours. I rub my eyes to wipe the sleep away then I roll out of bed.

"Maryam and Lily are already here. You need to bath then get ready." Layla says.

"Okay. Give me a few minutes." I tell them as I walk into the bathroom.

I strip out of my pyjamas then I tie my hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Yesterday a woman came to give me a silk press and I can't get it wet. It was nice but hard to sleep with because my hair now almost reaches my butt.

I switch on the shower and step under it. The first spray of the water on my face wakes me up fully. I wipe my face then grab the soap the women had given me. It is infused with so many things but because of it my body is so smooth now and soft. I spend a while in the shower until Layla knocks on the door. I wrap myself in a robe then step out.

I take my time on rubbing all the scented oils on my body then head downstairs.

My dress is white with lace covering it. It is practically moulded to my body but still modest. It has a sort of corset style around my torso, but it definitely isn't. It has a high neck and long lace sleeves. My head tie is also white and has a veil on top that trails way behind me. My makeup is light because Maryam suggested it.

We are heading to the house where Baba and Anty are staying in. All my aunts and relatives are there. Ya Muhammad and his entourage will be heading there. Hafsa and Labiba help me into the car and we drive off. Just then my phone pings with a text.

Hamma

You are married now. Why are you married? What is this? I don't like this.

Madeenah

What are you saying?

Hamma

You. Are. Married.

Congratulations. Allah ya bada zaman lafia.

Madeenah

Thank you. Ameen.

Hamma

I hate this though.

Madeenah

I know you do.

"Guys?" I say

"Yes." Hafsa and Fatima answer.

"I'm married."

They both turn to look at me. "An daura?" Fatima asks.

"Yes. Hamma just texted me."

They both squeal and Fatima hugs me while Kelly grabs my hand from the front seat. "Our girl is married!" Kelly says while I just laugh.

I'm married. I'm someone's wife. Wife. I have a husband. Ya Muhammad is my husband.