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CHAPTER 4- The Meeting

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Yahya's Pov

Smoothing down my navy blue shirt, I cleared my throat, eyeing my appearance. I thought the look was too formal for a stupid dinner. But when my mother made up her mind, no one could change it. Sighing, I fixed my formal trousers, stuffed my wallet into my pocket and popped a mint in my mouth.

Getting into the car, Ibrahim turned to me, his small face graced with his usual cheeky grin. "So Yahya, are you getting married?"

I groaned, "No Ibby, we are going to have dinner. What do you know about marriage anyway?" You're 7."

He jutted his chin out and said, "I know more than you do Yahya. I'm gonna get married to the most beautiful girl and I'm gonna treat her like a princess."

I scoffed. Bloody kid, charming the skirts off ladies at such a young age.

Looking ahead, I sat quietly while dad drove to the 'girl's' house. I had no idea who she was, but mum had reassured me that she was indeed very beautiful. Yeah like beauty made up for no brains.

As we approached the house, I noticed the family was situated on the other side of the suburb, Stiller Drive, where all the well-off people resided. Nodding my head in approval I glanced at the relatively big house, cream and black. The front yard was mowed and several trees were situated about. The double garage had two cars there, a white SUV and a small Corolla. Dad parked behind the SUV and turned the ignition off. As we all piled out of the car, the smell of classic lasagne and fresh bread hit me. Breathing in, I sighed in content. Whatever happened, the food was sure to be good. And I lived for good food. Walking behind my chattering parents, I gripped Ibrahim's hand before he tried escaping. The little bugger had zero patience.

Dad knocked on the door twice before a man opened the door.

"Assalamualaykum Amir!" he bellowed, a hearty laugh escaping him. My father grin, thrilled at seeing his friend again. He lifted his arms and hugged the man straight out, both of them laughing and yelling at how long it had been. Once my father separated, I finally got a chance to see the face of his friend, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Uncle Kareem.

"AH Yahya my boy! I'm so glad you could make it. Come in, come in." Uncle Kareem ushered us all in, my mother gripping a glass plate piled with some sweets. Walking in, the décor of the house was impressive.

"You have a lovely home Kareem." Dad stated, nodding his head whilst glancing around. Uncle Kareem beamed with pride.

"Yes, the ladies of the house like this specific one, so I had to get it. Reah! Amir and his family have arrived!" He yelled out to his wife.

A plump but very sweet looking woman stumbled out of the kitchen, frantically wiping her hands on a small towel. My mother practically ran towards her. "Reah! It's been too long darling."

Then the women got talking, and so did the men, leaving Ibrahim and me feeling very awkward.

I felt a tug against my shirt and looked down, kneeling slightly I turned to Ibby and raised a questioning eyebrow, "What?"

He shrugged, "You know he's got like a hundred daughters right? And any one of them is going to be the future Mrs Yahya Farooq."

I scowled and flicked his nose. "Shut up."

Aunt Reah suddenly gasped and glared at her husband. "Kareem! How dare you leave guests standing in the hallway. Come into the living room, and I apologise for my husband's rude behaviour."