Mi Amor, my love!

Chapter seven

Abdulhameed's P.O.V

Fatima.

Fatima.

Fatima.

The name kept ringing fervently in my head. I couldn't seem to stop smiling ever since i left their house.

Do you know that feeling when you unexpectedly meet your crush? The girl you have been dying for? Its close to that feeling like you know your about to fall. Nervous, excited hyper aware almost like everything stops for a second then it all comes crashing back and there's the pulse racing and the flushed feeling and the nervousness and the awkwardness.

Ya Allah! I felt like stopping the time and making the moment eternal.

It felt so unreal.

But then again, i was feeling a bit down on the dumps.

Should i be happy that I'm going to get married to the girl of my dream or be sad that I'm just going to marry her for two years?

I sighed deeply. What kind of sick crumpled thing is this?

"Son!" Abbu's voice brought me out of my trance.

I looked up at him and shot him a smile "Yes abbu"

He sat beside me and let out a deep sigh "Don't think too much son, I don't like seeing you like this"

He sounded so weak and it breaks my heart so much.

I could only manage to flash him a smile.

"I'm here to tell you something, a piece of advice rather" He informed.

I nodded.

"Its about your marriage and I'm sure it'd help you a lot. Please don't try and fall in love with Fatima because this marriage is only going to last for two years. Falling in love with her would effect you a lot, you'd be in so much pain when you people get separated, you know the kind of pain you went through when your mother and manal died. You wouldn't want to go through the same, would you?" He raised his eyebrows and i just looked down.

By Allah, I wouldn't want to go through that kind of pain ever again. Its so unbearable.

"Sorry again for not telling you the reason behind the marriage but when the right time comes i promise you will know" He squeezed my hand and walked out of the room.

"What do i do?" I said angrily, took a flower vase and crashed it on the wall. Glass, flowers and potpourri immediately rained onto the floor.

My heart ached a lot. I love her so much... why do things have to foul up? Why do i have to suffer a lot?

"Abdulhameed.. Subhanallah, fi shinu! Whats up? What is wrong with you?" Usman asked as he squatted in front of me.

I slowly closed my eyes, trying to calm down "Nothing"

"Min fadlak! Please"

"Everything was almost going right but suddenly has gone all wrong, what have i done to deserve this? Tell me please" I uttered wearily.