One And A Quarter Year Agreement (a muslim love story) #Wattys2016

Chapter 4-How They Took It-edited

Sophia's POV
After praying my Zuhr salah, I made myself some food. Then put some food and water in bowls for Simba.

I went and settled myself on the sofa eating food when my phone started to ring.

It was my mum calling.

"Assalamualaikum (peace be upon you) Sophia!" My mum chirped into the phone.

I smiled as I heard her voice.

"Walaikumasslam (peace be upon you too) Ummi!" I replied.

"How are you doing in the new set up? Is he treating you okay?" Mum inquired.

"Oh Ummi (mother) I guess so, we both need to deal with it right?" I answered.

"Take care of your self dear." Mum said worriedly.

"I will Ummi and you too. I'll talk to you later. Okay?"

"Okay Sophia. Assalamualikum."

"Assamualikum." I said and hung up.

This phone call dragged me back to the time when I told my parents about this 'contract' marriage.

*flashback*

"YOU DID WHAT?" My parents yelled at me in unison when i told them about my decision to marry Nadir.

"Uhuh. Its crazy isn't it? It was you guys who said that I should take risks though right? So that's what I did." I said questioningly.

"Ya Allah, what will we do with this girl!" My mother declared dramatically. This is where i got my dramatic genes from if anyone was wondering. "This is not we meant we said that you should take risks!" Which made me roll my eyes.

"They'll be coming in a week for the proposal and all, just want to give you guys a heads up." I informed my parents.

*end of flashback*

Once I finished eating and cleaning up after Simba and I, I decided to get some fresh air outside.

I went out to the garden through the glass door opening into the kitchen. The garden was huge and in the middle of it was a swimming pool which brought the whole landscape together. There were colorful flowers decorating the the edges of the garden adorned with date trees. Once the garden ended, the house which was on a hill showcased the beautiful skyline. The not so ugly monster does have good taste..

The front door opened and in came the monster poopie but without the nincompoop. He leaned on the kitchen island while I removed my slippers. His cold eyes stared into my glaring ones.

"Can I help you?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Mum and Dad have invited us for dinner tonight." He said.

"Alright. What time?" I asked.

"Around 8pm. Dress nicely. And remember rule number 3; be nice." He said curtly looking at what I was wearing. Whats his problem anyway?

I scowled at what he said and went to my room taking Simba with me. And got down to business of what to wear tonight.

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So apparently this chapter was incomplete, just edited it so its not anymore. Anyway, I hope to be editing as much as I can so this story can be bearable.