SAW-THE SIGHT SERIES

CHAPTER 18

   _ILHAM_

It's been some couples of days since I saw him last. And to say that time flies will be an understatement because my wedding day is tomorrow.

My wedding with Gen. Khalil has already starting breaking the internet without it even actually happening, that one post I made on Khalil's phone caused realization to hit on peoples' head about my relationship with general Khalil.

I kept on receiving tons and tons of messages from family and friends,

'Ilham, are you actually marrying gen.Khalil?'

'Ilham. I can't believe you're getting married!!'

'Ilham it's tomorrow!!!'

'Ilham, please tell gen.Khalil to follow me on ig.'

Ilham this Ilham that.

But there's this one message from a number I didn't know saying,
Hello Ilham delicacies and savories. It's Amir.

I kept my phone ignoring the message, and stepped out of the room when I heard my mother's call downstairs.

The whole house compound is busy with relatives from both the city and the village filling up the house to supposedly attend the wedding tomorrow.

A few of them went to see the new house Khalil had bought recently.

"Ilham come here." My mother dragged me and once she starts to arrange my veil for me on my head, I knew someone was here to see me. That someone can only be Khalil.

And then "Go and meet up with him outside." She said. I wonder why he had to come today when the wedding is literally tomorrow.

"He should come inside today." I said refusing to go to meet him at the house compound that is without a doubt full of eyes.

My mother tried to cajole me into going to the compound to see him but I insisted on him coming to the secluded living room. She then sent Amin to tell him that I insisted on him coming inside the house.

I actually thought he won't come inside when after couples of minutes he didn't respond to the call. Only for him to enter at the last minute of hope I had, he was dressed in a casual set of grey top and trousers that has a gucci tag on its rear end.

His eyes scanned the living room for a few seconds before it met mine, I looked away and sat down on the farthest couch from him. My mother cleared her throat and pushed Amin out of the living room with her mumbling something about 'privacy.'

It's always a nervous attack for me meeting him, regardless of the fact that I have been seeing him over and over again-he always makes me nervous.

I noticed his hazy dark eyes and the growth of his low cut hair. And then I voiced it out.
"Your hair has grown," I said looking at his neatly trimmed hair then at his face before I added "a little bit."

He kept quiet for seconds, his eyes simply looking at my chin-my birthmark in particular.
When I covered my chin with my hand, he looked away to meet my eyes in a fixed stare
"It used to be curls." He said and continued after giving his hair a rub "when I was a little boy."