Sold For Marriage

9. Then get your pancake butt off and get engage

NAZRUDIN

"Wait wait wait, you what?!"

I scream out loud in my father's office. Falling from the chair in the process form the sudden news.

"You heard that right son" father said as he continues to write whatever he had done.

I immediately rise up onto my feet and put my hands on the desk. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I heard it alright but whyyyy" I whine like a kid. I don't care. Age are just numbers anyways.

"Don't question me why Nazrudin" he said as he stops writing and looks at me with his dull blue eyes. "It is tradition"

"I know that but why her" I hiss at at the latter. No matter what, I will not be a mate for that woman. "She's ignorant, selfish, a Muslim only by name. She never follows the rules of Islam and thats a disgrace"

Father sighed and leaned on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know that Nazrudin, but the company had to have another one to stabilize. You have to marry this woman and that's it"

Then a sudden image of Zynah smiling immediately went to my head. A sense of heartbroken hit me like a train.

"That's it? For the sake of money?" I grit my teeth and hiss.

"Nazrudin don't you dare take that tone on your father"

"No"

"What?"

"I said no" I grit my teeth in anger. I know I have to be patient with father as he ages in years but this had gone too far. I'm not gonna marry to some liar of a woman. She probably had slept with someone or something.

"I don't want to marry to someone who is a big fat liar and only for the sake of money" I continued.

"Nazr-"

"Be quiet!" I shout out loud. Astaghfirullah Nazrudin. Stay calm, be patient. Allah is watching you. "I am not going to marry and that's it!"

My mind went blank and there are ringings inside my ears. My heart beats faster than normally and the anxiety is slowly rising up.

Not bothering to wait for his statement, I immediately went out, slamming the door.

I pass by Alia who is right beside me when I gotten out the office. She wants to talk to me from glancing at her open mouth trying to say something but immediately stop when I just pass by, ignoring her.

I soon got into my bedroom and slam the door close, locking it. I slip to the ground, leaning on the back of the door as I breathe in and out, clutching onto my shirt like my life is depending on it.

"La illa ha illallah" I mutter with pain. Calm down Nazrudin. I know you can do this. Allah is there to help me.

My once haggard breathing turn to normal, I put my head on my knees to rest, too tired to deal with anything.

Now you know readers, I have panic attack when I can't control my emotions. Welcome to my everyday life. It's probably a punishment for me. Hurting other people hurts me too. 50-50 deal. I hurt you, I hurt myself.

Being emotional and sensitive is completely useless and crap.

A knock came behind the door and I immediately jump onto my feet, opening the door to meet with Alia.

She looks straight at me, questioning if I'm okay. I gave her a tired smile and shake my head, hoping her to leave. Like the always routine, she understands and leave me alone.