Sold For Marriage

4. Should I trust my buyer?

ZYNAH

Clipping the hijab on top of my head, I stare at the girl in the mirror staring back at me with her dull blue eyes. I take in my now appearance, by wearing a long black cardigan jacket from Alia with a button up shirt matching with long blue skirt under it.

Indeed, the family of my buyer (including him) were surprised when I bought the clothes. Let's have a flashback shall we?

My buyer's, which is Nazrudin's, family decided to went to the mall to buy some clothes for me. I've never went into the mall, heck I have never even step outside the house.

Nazrudin's father had a lot of work to do, I think, so there were only me, Aunt Nadya which is Nazrudin's mom, Alia and of course the handsome man, Nazrudin.

I have to admit, he is quite handsome to be honest. Slaps face, its haram to look at men gurllll. But really to be honest, a man like him should be illegal to exist. His personality and love of care is the most I like about him. (cough cough, I'm getting way out of topic now don't I? We should go back now huh)

So when we went to the clothes store in the Mall, Alia immediately snatched my arm away to the female side. I saw Nazrudin held out his hand to me with a funny expression on his face which made me smile.

"Okay girl, you can choose any clothes you want here. I'll be at the Hijab side okay?" Alia start as she point at the section of the shop signaling that it is the hijab side.

I nod as an answer since I can't speak from my damaged vocal chord and wave as Alia walked off.

Aunt Nadya got into my side when I took out a black abaya. She seem a little surprise but shrugged it off with a smile.

The black abaya now then turned into a pile of long non-revealing dresses. And the surprise look on Aunt Nadya is now more visible.

I smile at her as I went into the dressing room that she showed me the way to.

When I got into the dress, I stuck out my head in the crack of the door. Something was missing and I need it to match it and also for the sake of Allah. Searching for the woman I need to find, she met eyes with mine and went towards me.

Looking around to search for anyone else, in relief I went out from the dressing room.

Aunt Nadya looked at me up and down then smiled with full of love. "Masha Allah, you look beautiful!"

I nod as a thank you and pointed my head. She stared at me confusedly. I then start making some motions around my head.

I then gave up and went towards her and point her hijab.

"You want a hijab?" she asks. Her right hand caressing the cloth.

I nodded and smiled. They may not know, but sometimes I have a Muslim woman taking care of me when my parents are not at home.

Unlike them, she gave me food and tend my wounds. She also told me about Islam and about the prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) that I fell in love with them.

I learned that from the prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) that even though he had a poor life, he still held on and pray to Allah Subhanahu Wa Taala. By Allah, I will be patient and pray for him.

Aunt Nadya handed me a dark blue hijab, I nodded as a thank you and proceed to wrap it around my head and look through the mirror.