The Love Blog Of A Niqabi Sister.

Chapter 3.

Salim approached the porch and knocked on the door lightly. He straightened his suit and stood up straight. The door was opened by a girl who was fully veiled except for her eyes. They made eye contact and in an instant Salim was captivated by her beautiful eyes. He stood there like a dumb salesman who forgot what he was selling. Suddenly like a damn zombie he advanced towards her as she slammed the door at him. The full force of the door caught his foot and he yelled so hard the early morning birds stopped chirping.

Hodan stood on the other side of the closed door; her hands on her face. She quickly scaled the stairway as her mother came out of the kitchen to investigate the commotion. She stood at the top the stairway as her mother opened the door.

She heard the happiness tone in her mother's voice as she ushered in the weird guy she just hurt a few minutes ago. She descended the stairs a few steps and peered through the opening of the curtains. Her mother sat across the guy as they exchanged pleasantries. He was tall and dark complexed. Whoever he was; she had no interest in him.

"Awo" her mother called her. She liked when her mother called her by her nickname. She descended the stairs and entered the sitting from the side where her mother sat. "This is Salim Khalif" her mother introduced her to the guy she already labelled 'weird', she just stood there with her gaze lowered. But the next thing her mother said caught her completely off guard and for the second time of the day she found herself mistakenly making eye contact with the guy her mother said was her future husband to be.

Her mother then gestured her to serve up the guest. She slowly exited the sitting room absent mindedly as she approached the kitchen. She stood at the kitchen counter as she poured a glass of mango juice.

Him! It can't be! Oh dear!! She thought. She got a bowl of sugar and a table spoon as she contemplated how much sugar to add to the juice. Suddenly a wicked smile formed under her veil as she added the whole bowl of sugar into the glass of juice.

Oh well the so called 'husband to be' will succumb to Diabetes!

She stirred until the sugar dissolved and walked into the sitting room.