Muslim girl and... love?

Chapter 36

>>Recap<<

Omer's POV

A beautiful shocked girl in a yellow saree and a small towel in her hands with her long brown hair hanging loosely down to her waist on one side came right to my vision. She was beautiful. Ma's words gave me hope. Hope for us. Me and Aisha. Together.

>>End of  recap<<

---Aisha's POV---

"Aisha get your lazy fat ass up from this bed right now or this water will go straight on your face. And I mean it!"

"UGH!" sighing I got up "Why are you doing this to me? Do you hate me? Do you want my last days as a single lady to be horrible? Just tell me I'll jump in the well myself."

She started laughing hysterically "Stop this melodrama and go to the bathroom and get ready."

Grumpily I walked to the bathroom tying my hair in a high ponytail trying to gather my side bangs in it as well. 

If you still haven't guessed it's 9 in the freaking morning and a yelling Samara, who is still outside tapping my door annoyingly, who wants me to get ready and do Allah knows what. I am getting married the day after tomorrow for Allahs sake, let the woman sleep. Well that's my theory. Apparently not Samaras. I washed my face and walked out to my room. Samara was on the phone with someone and she quickly said her byes when she saw me. 

"Quickly get dressed, I'll be waiting downstairs." She left as soon as she said the words not giving me enough time to ask her where we were going. 

Rolling my eyes I went to my cupboard and took out my leggings and a long black chiffon shirt which went right to my knees. I matched it with a brown belt around my waist and put on a brown leather bracelet, with a beige hijab. After changing I put on a tad bit makeup consisting of a small eyeliner, a coat of mascara and a nude mac lipstick. Then I put on my boots which were of black leather but had black snake-ish print on the back and had a small thick heel. I quickly grabbed my black leather jacket and shoulder bag with my purse, lip balm, iPhone and headphones and headed downstairs. 

Entering the kitchen I kiss my mothers cheek and sat by the table.

"Salam beti, kesy ho? Kuch dino mein tumhari shaadi hai, I am so excited!" (Salam daughter, how are you? in a few days it is your wedding)

She clapped in excitement, and continued making breakfast. Everyone was still asleep since they had been up really late last night. 

"So Aisha quickly eat your breakfast and lets leave." 

"Kay, but where we going Sam?"

"To the mall I have a few things I need for the wedding. And I already talked to your mom." She grinned at my mom, and she replied with a small smile and continued making breakfast for Rehan and dad. 

We quickly ate, well me forced to swallow my food without even chewing it because of Samara, and went to the mall. The mall was packed. I hated crowded places especially malls which meant long queues and never getting around. Oh and did I mention the overly suspicious desi aunties wandering around looking for gossip. 

I followed Samara to a small shop which was owned by a pakistani uncle, whose shop mainly consisted of desi stuff imported from pakistan. Meaning Samara needed jewelry. Rolling my eyes at how late she was shopping I followed her. 

"Samara why do you always do things last minute!!" 

"Geez, girl chill  I just need a few stuff and then we're out of here." She quickly picked a mala like necklace and payed for it and whilst walking out she saw some bangles and went back to pay. Again I rolled my eyes, for what felt like the tenth time today, at this girl.