When Two Become One

2-Aisha's Wedding

///Aisha

I questioned myself as I sat down on the chair. I felt everyone around me touching my face and putting on my makeup. It's only been six months since I said yes to marry him. It took about five months of talking to him before I made the decision. I know it's long and I kept him waiting for pretty much a year but I needed to make sure I was making the right decision. I remember talking to him that day. He was nice. Polite. Not gonna lie, he isn't the best looking but he is average. It's a good thing anyway, because I wasn't that pretty. However, my sister was. No wonder why she had so many proposals.I looked down at my phone and smiled. It was him.

'Hey, how are you doing?' : Aneel

I put the phone down when my mother came in. She didn't like the fact that I messaged men on my phone."I don't know why you are putting that on your face. You're still gonna stay the same ugly you." I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. Calm down. She is just stressed. She's been like that since my sister left and no one was there to lie to her and do all the work for her. I do try my best but it just isn't how she wants it. She always liked my sister more. Everyone did.

After she screamed at me and went away, I picked up my phone and frowned when I saw another ten messages from him.

'It's been an hour.'

'Are you getting ready? I know how long it takes for girls to get ready.'

'All of the girls are in my flat and messing up my flat.'

'I should start calling it our house, shouldn't I?'

'Are you just reading these and ignoring me?'

'I guess you are getting ready.'

'Another hour.'

'I'm sure it doesn't take that long to put some clothes on.'

'I think I should stop messaging you now then. Let me clean this house.'

'Are you already gonna start ignoring me before we even get married? Haha, see you there :).'

I smiled at the end. Crazy guy. When I looked down at the time, I realised that it had been two hours. I only ended up putting on my petticoat. Another hour went as everyone helped me get changed. I felt my shoulders slump forward from the heaviness. I looked down at the henna on my arms and smiled. My sister really had a talent. She put in the final pin and stepped back.

"Great. Aw, you look beautiful!"

"Think so? Mum done her usual thing..."

"I know so! And ignore Amma, she said those same things to me when I was getting married. She just doesn't want us to get married and leave. Come on, we are getting late."

"We are Asian after all."

I took some deep breaths as I entered the hall. Was I ready yet? The typical Asian wedding went on. Cameras. Pictures. People sitting on the stage and taking pictures with me. Boring. I sighed when another group of people came and sat beside me. Then all of a sudden, half the hall was outside.

I sat up and clutched onto the roses. He was coming. I didn't notice the thorn on the bottom and winced when I felt it pierce through my skin. No one else was concentrating on me now. Great. I didn't even notice when he came beside me. I turned to my side and nervously smiled. He held my finger and then frowned."Can I get some tissues and a plaster please? You guys were here but you weren't even looking at her?" he spoke to no one.

"No, really, I'm fine."

"Oh, so you aren't ignoring me then, Aisha?" I smirked at him and then quietly laughed.

Someone gave him some tissues and a box of plasters.

"Oh, we are back to this then, are we?"

"I was getting ready and my mum was there."

"So? Technically we are married. Since yesterday." He finished wiping the blood off his hands and sighed.

"Don't put the plaster on. It's gonna look weird." Someone took the rubbish away and then he cleared his throat before sitting back.