Too young to love???

chapter 2

Danial's POV

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.  UGH, I felt so frustrated. Why the hell does mom always do this to me? She thinks that I am still a 5 year old, who will do whatever she says. No, I am not and I will prove this to her. I am neither going to behave like a gentleman nor am I going to sit around and let them pity me. And I am definitely not wearing this white t-shirt, it’s so boyish...

"Danial...." Rehan called me.

"Yeah, in here", I called back.

Exactly 20 seconds later he came into my room."Danial, I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead, pretty boy." I replied without even looking at him.

"Honestly tell me, how do I look?"

"Fine”, I replied without looking at him. I finally looked up at him; as he ran a hand through his hair. For some reason he looked nervous."What's wrong? You seem nervous ", I asked.

"I will ask you the same question when mom wants to make you meet and impress a girl whom she wants to be your future wife. I  know it's not the first time that I’ll be seeing her but the thing is that we have this huge age gap between us; it’s  sort of troubling me, you know what I mean".

I had no idea what he meant; I mean how was I supposed to? I had only one girlfriend in my entire life who happened to be of my age and whom I loved with all my heart. But I had lost her, that too just 3 hours before our engagement.

"No, I don't know what you mean", I muttered to myself. Just then Ally, our cousin, walked in.

"Assalamualaikum Brothers, uncle is calling you outside”, she informed us.

"Waalekumassalam, Ally we'll be right there". Rehan replied and began to walk towards the door. Ally and I followed him towards our garden.

Ally was 2 years older than me and always wore a lot of makeup, and would dress up in an extremely girly way (no offence, though).Today she wore a pink abaya(The abaya "cloak" sometimes also called an aba, is a simple, loose over-garment, essentially a robe-like dress, worn by some women in parts of the Muslim world including in North Africa and the Arabian Peninsula.[1]Traditional abayat are black and may be either a large square of fabric draped from the shoulders or head or a long caftan. The abaya covers the whole body except the face, feet, and hands) with a dark pink scarf.

Seriously! Who does that? Pink abaya?

While I was thinking all this, my uncle along with my grandfather came up to me. I greeted them and exchanged a few pleasantries then continued with the small talk. I knew why exactly they came up to me and I didn’t want to even listen to their bullshit! I excused myself and pretended to get myself a coke from the table just when I heard one of my aunt's say "Oh! Haajra that's such a wise decision, I totally agree with you on it".

"Yes yes, I must say that girl may be young but she'll definitely make a good wife, an amazing daughter, a brilliant sister and most importantly the kindest mother”. My mom's eldest sister chimed in.

My mom nodded; glad to have their approval.

It then hit me. They were talking about that Indian girl, that’s why Rehan was so nervous. Well they do seem to have a big age difference, she looked 18 and Rehan is 25 well almost 26, they would have an 8 year age gap. WOAH! That’s huge.

I looked at mom she was looking at someone,i turned around to look where she was looking. It was then that I noticed her. Mom called her up and she started walking in my direction, well in mom's direction actually. She came and stood by mom's side and greeted everyone saying 'Assalaamualikum' to every person individually. She must have said that a dozen times since there were a dozen people standing there. Mom introduced her to everyone, telling their names, our relationship with them and all....after that the ladies started asking her random questions. She listened to everything and everyone intently and answered their questions politely with a smile. She looked better than she did in the morning, she wore a faded blue jeans and denim blue top which suited her tan skin, she had her medium long hair tied in a high ponytail and she wore no make-up. Mom saw me looking at her and decided to introduce us. I felt a lump form in my throat. I gulped. Funny, there was no reason for me to be nervous, I mean she is soon going to be my sister in law and not my girlfriend, so why should I be nervous?