A Muslim's Past [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21

Amrah's POV

It had been days since I had spoken to either Atif or Hasnain. I didn't really have a chance to speak to him. I had decided to let them deal with each other. I should stay out of things that do not concern me. I was sitting there on the bed. My dad was at work and my mum and the rest of my siblings had gone shopping. I was all alone.

-Text from Atif-

You busy? I need to ask you something.

-Text to Atif-

Everyone has gone out so I wasn't doing much anyway.

He told me to meet me in 10 minutes.

I ordered some hot chocolate before sitting on a table in the far corner. I don't know why people like to drink coffee so much. But there you go.

Ugh, where was he? He asks to meet up and then he can't even be bothered to come on time.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Twenty five minutes passed. And finally I saw him open the door. What an idiot! He walked over to the table,

"Why did you come so early for? You should have come later, maybe in an hours time...or maybe 2 hours...or no, even better. You should have come tomorrow." He rolled his eyes,

"Does every comment you make have to be a sarcastic one?" I smiled at him.

He sat down. I waited for him to say anything but he didn't. He seemed nervous. I don't know if that was the right word. He looked up at me abruptly.

"Have you spoken to Hasnain?" No, I hadn't. He had blanked my last text for the past week. I wasn't really sure why but with him there was always something so I left it at that.

"No....why?" He sighed and sat back in his chair.

"He came to see me a couple of weeks ago." I didn't really know what he was getting. I was hoping that they hadn't had another fight. I didn't say anything so he continued,

"What exactly do you think of Hasnain?" Well I think many things, but I'm not going to say that to him.

"I don't think anything of him. He's just him. Why are you asking about Hasnain for?" He hesitated. I kicked him under the table.

"Look, would you ever consider...I don't know....marrying him..I don't know maybe?" Did I hear that right? Where on earth did he get that from? No...

"He wanted me to ask you." You what? Hasnain wanted to marry me. No I think I needed to get my ears checked out.

"What?," I was so confused.

"Just give me an answer Amrah. I need to tell Hasnain something." Wait, he was being serious.

What?

I was so confused.

Why would someone like him want to marry me? Atif was watching me,

"Well?"

"I...er...What?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yes or no?"

"I...well...where did this come from? But er...what?" I was so confused.He sighed and leaned forward and slowly repeated his question,

"Do...you...want...to...marry...Hasnain?" It was my turn to roll my eyes,

"Yeah I know what you said. I don't understand. Hasnain wants to marry me...as in me...as in Amrah."

"No, he wants to marry me. But he's asking your permission." His voice was laced with cynicism.