MALAK'S POV
You know when deep down you're not supposed to do what you want to do but there's this devilishly insane part of you that's urging you to do it? Yeah, that's exactly what I'm feeling right now.
Something is telling me to do it and see how far this madness will go on for, it's the curiosity in me that's driving me to do all this. Please don't hate me later on, thank you.
Or better yet, hate me so next time I don't find myself doing something as irrational as that.
"I'll finish off some paintings and will later on visit Fadul and Huda" I inform Na'eem of my plans because he insists I do just so he knows where I am. And no, it's not like he's going to stop me from going or anything, just to be informed. He also tells me his whereabouts even though I never asked. Islamically, it's what I should be doing too.
He listens quietly as I laid my plans for the day and he only nods at the end not having an objection to anything. I know he won't.
"Have fun" he pressed a kiss to my cheek and I nod. "You too" I add. That's the lamest thing to say honestly. Who gets to have fun at work? He chuckles and I give a sheepish smile. I said what I said ladies and gentle hands.
Nadeen is already at school so the house is pretty much quiet. I work silently in the studio until my phone starts to ring.
"Hey Fadul" I call "Malak" she replies. She sounds so exhausted. "Tired?" I ask and she only sighs. And a bad day it seems.
"I thought you're at work" I start. "I am" she replies. Fadul never calls me when she's in the middle of work, this must be pretty much serious then.
"I just really need to get it off my chest because I'm beginning to loose it" she stops as if waiting to see if I'm interested in the conversation. "What's going on?" It's a way of making her say it already because at this point, I need to know. Curiousity is a really bad thing, sigh!
"My wedding date has been fixed" she drops the bomb. 'Malak say something' I scold myself when the silence dragged on for far too long.
"What do you have to say?" Fadul breaks it. "Oh! I'm sorry, I was just so overwhelmed. Congratulations" I try to sound as cheerful as possible. I'm happy as long as Fadul is. But the question here is....is she really happy?
"Thanks" she mutters. "You don't sound too happy" I say skeptical. "I'm overwhelmed too" she admits. "Oh" Is that all you have to offer you idiot? "So Hamza right?" I ask trying to cover up for the stupidity earlier. "Yeah" Okay Fadul is not happy about this.
"When is it?" I ask. "4 months, 17 days" I'll probably be a widow by then. 'Malak WTF? That's so screwed' The angelic part of me shrieks. Well, sad truth.
"Allah ya sanya alkahiri" I pray. "I'll come over to know more details for the wedding prep" I add. "Okay. Hey, I gotta get back to work" she replies. "Yeah, sure. Congrats again, bye" I end the call and sigh as I sit back on my stool.
Does that also mean that Ya Imran is getting married soon? To her sister? Oh C'mon! Life shouldn't be that cruel please.
I think of dailing Adda's number because your sister is the best person to talk to when you want to break down a family drama, trust me on that! The theory as been approved by all.
On a second thought, I stopped myself. I'll talk to her later at night, she's probably at work now.
It's almost time for me to go out, so I freshen up before heading outside.
On a norms, the driver will take me everywhere I want but this thing here requires privacy so I drove myself out.
Ya Allah forgive me for what I'm about to do.

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UNTAMED PRINCESS
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