SAW-THE SIGHT SERIES

CHAPTER 20

   _ILHAM_

It was with God's grace that the walls of my home has not broken yet from the noises of the visitors and relatives in my home.

My mum and aunts were in my room packaging my wedding gown for me together with the makeup kit because I am supposed to get ready at a particular room in the venue.

Aunt Waleeda had sent a makeup artist for me to help with my makeup saying she trusts her work. Though I wish they could make it to the wedding, they couldn't as they're still not in the country at this point.

My mum led me downstairs as my relatives began making a weird loud cheering sound with their fingers in their noses to produce the weird sound of celebration. My mum joined them in doing so and went on to tell them that they should start moving to the venue.

Its already pass eight and I've done my ablution and prayers.

My mum was about to usher me into my father's car when a driver I remember seeing once or twice at Khalil's house said that Khalil had sent him to drive me there.

I looked over to notice the long line of uncountable cars of different models behind him suddenly noticing the attention it's dragging.

"Only this car. The rest of the cars should not follow behind." I said.

The driver looked at me pleadingly, sweat frowning on his thin mustache,
"But Ma. General Khalil said to take the convoy along." He said wiping the trickles of sweats sliding down his forehead.

"And I said the convoy should not follow. I'm not changing my decision." I said my arms folded. My mum went forward to enter the car saying if I'm tired of arguing I'll enter too.

I just do not want the unnecessary attention.

The driver pulled out his phone and began calling someone I assume to be Khalil. After some minutes of speaking to him over the phone, he passed the phone saying Khalil wants to speak to me.

"You really won't get inside the—" he started his voice as tired as possible.

"I won't." I said, my voice firm and final.

A long silence followed after and it's as if he's contemplating on what to say next.

"Get in." He said.

"I will no—"

"One car will take you." He added making my argument to suddenly stop.

"MHMM." I hummed and passed the phone back to the driver that continued speaking to him.

I entered the car with a few people and we soon began driving with only one car, the convoys staying behind.

Only when I thought the convoys were staying behind, I heard them directly behind our car following us causing a wide mass of eyes on us as we drive.

I glared at the driver that tricked me through the front mirror, his eyes suddenly looking away from me with guilt. I decided to deal with Khalil later.

A few minutes drive and we were at the event center, it was already massively decorated from the outside and the inside is probably even better. My mum and makeup artist led me to a secluded room the moment we reached and began working on my face.

I tried my very best to keep my neck firm and after the whole thing, my neck was sore. The makeup looks decent enough, just like the way I wanted it.

Not too heavy to make me unrecognizable and not too simple either. Somewhere in between.

My dress is the extravagant thing here, my mother said she got it made from a designer model and had also said that Khalil insisted on paying for it.

It is a dual colored flay dress of black and white, pearls surrounding the near end and the rear of the sleeves. A long white transparent cape drafted over it, with pearls on it ends. I sigh at how beautiful it looks on me.

I could only say thank you to my mother's praises of how beautiful I look.

After spraying perfumes and every other stuffs done, I was led out and in no time I was walking on a long red carpet.

All eyes were on me and I tried my best to not feel nervous as very one flashes their cameras on me, professional photographers included.

I looked down and only looked up once I'm seated beside Khalil. He has a familiar outfit as me, same color.

My eyes were just on the floor most of the time, I could feel how awkward this is for the tense human being beside me.

The wedding knot had been religious tied in the mosque earlier today, Amin and dad went there.

Midway around the event, I noticed Amir and o start to wonder when I gave him a card. It was when I saw some other strange men that I began to grow confused-thus has to be Khalil's doings.

I turned to look at him and before I could notice I'm freezing to look at his face. Perhaps because he he not being in his whatsoever military camp, his skin looks far better than it was the first few days he returned.

His eyes looks tired yet still beautiful enough to capture girls' attention. His—

"I just thought it'll be a good ideas to invite them over." He said snapping me out of my trance. I nervously gulped down and looked away forgetting my pint of argument.

"Yeah." I said in approval.

"You have quite a massive number of men on your phone." I heard him say.

I smiled at the massive crowd cheering over something the mc has said about us,
"You have tons of girls messaging your ig too." I counter back.

He turned to look at me and asked "Did you..stalk my ig?" His frown visible.

I felt my cheeks burning as I replied in defense "you stalked my phone too!"

To people, we seem to be having a lovable conversation a normal couple will have but the reality is far different.

The MC had later announced that we should step on the center stage for a dance, Khalil had acted so natural simply standing in front of me and did not lay a finger on me even when the mc suggested that we hold hands.

So where around almost 1AM, the wedding ended. My relatives wanted to escort me to the house but Khalil had dismissed everyone after giving them 75million Naira saying they should not follow him as he doesn't want noises.

Fair enough, I don't want noise too.

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Seena