Destined Hearts

Chapter 40

Madeenah's POV

I spray on my perfume on the lace I had decided to wear for Abdulhamid's wedding. It was this beautiful silver lace, with pearls dotting the neckline. I had opted to go without a necklace since the neckline was already sparkly and eye-catching enough.

I paired it with silver heels and a clutch bag that could fit my phone, keys and card. What more would I need right?

After spraying my perfume I leave my room and head to Inayah's. She's on her bed, pajamas on, and playing a game on her iPad.

"Inayah me and daddy are leaving now. You better be asleep when we come back okay?" I say.

"Yes Maama." She says exasperatedly.

"Bye." I kiss her forehead. "I love you."

"Love you." She mutters.

I chuckle at her attitude and turn to leave. Muhammad leans against the doorway in his grey Babban Riga for the groomsmen with his cap dangling from his fingers.

He looks at me up and down, taking in my appearance which sort of matches his.

"Do I look okay?" I ask when he doesn't say anything.

"You look beautiful Madeenah. You always do." He mutters the last part as though reluctantly.

"Are you okay?" I step closer to him as I ask.

He shakes his head as though to clear his sudden mood. "I'm fine. Just already tired from this event."

"Don't worry we just have to stay for like two hours." I smile.

"Two hours? That's too much for me." He shakes his head.

"Come on. He's your best friend." I chuckle at him as we leave Inayah's room.

"I can't take two hours. I'm sorry baby but I can't." He says as we walk down the stairs. My heart lurches at his endearment.

I grab his bicep and he turns on the step below me which makes me just able to look him in the eye. "If we last two hours, I'll make sure to take care of you when we come back." His eyes widen playfully at my tone.

"Oh really?" He cocks his head. "In what way?"

"I guess you'll have to wait and find out."

We are at the hour and thirty minute mark when I feel him start to get fidgety as though he's physically restraining himself from getting up and leaving.

I sip my hand onto his thigh even as I'm talking to the woman beside me. She's also the wife of one of Muhammad's friend, Yusuf. Her name is Yasmine and apparently she's a lawyer but has just started her maternity break. Her bump is huge and unable to hide even under her baggy dress. She tells me she's having twins, a boy and a girl.

"Do you plan on going further into architecture when you graduate?" She asks over the loudness of the music, as I try to calm the man beside me.

"Well some firms have basically offered me a job after graduation. We used to do some designing for them in third and fourth year and they really liked my designs. So I will just do it until I'm ready to go fully into interior design." I explain as his hand rests on top of mine.