Bending Edges

Fifteen

Dakota

The celebration was nice and festive. Mamoona looked breath taking, her long dress was a pastel pink to top it off her matching hijab to make her look flawless; my heart tugged again. It's a funny feeling.

I sat at one of the table along with a few chatting people I didn't know. Mamoona excused herself saying she forgot something.

From a far everyone was so colourful. This was nothing like a wedding I went to before, not that I been to many. Everyone was dancing and eating. I cannot wait to tell Marcus all about it, he would want to be here.

From a far I saw Moona walking towards me with a guy beside her. I had to wonder, who was he? He had an attractive physical appearance with coffee beans dark hair, large eyes and broad shoulders like Marcus.

Moona cleared her throat and said to me, "hey Dakota this is Aban, me and him used to go to the same high school."

I stood up from my seat to shake hands with Aban; his grip was strong. I could tell this guy was confident and proud. "Hey, it's nice to meet you, you must be Mamoona's friend," he said.

To be honest, there was a spark jealousy I had for Aban, so I took courage and took action and inched closer to Moona and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "Close friend? We are very close friends," I said while grinning.

Moona was startled by the arm that I put around her. She then, looked at Aban who was drinking his fruit punch looking at us confused. "Now would you please excuse us both, please," I said to Aban.

I took Moona by the hand and took her to somewhere more quieter. I paced fast with her hands fitted into mine and my chest felt out of air. I found a small quiet room and I took us both there. "Hey, what's going on, Dakota?" Moona asked in a small voice.

"Your parents want you to marry that man, don't they?" I asked her.

She didn't spoke out loud, she just tilted her head as her beaded eyes stared back at me and I swear I was suffocating. I then shut my eyes. "I'm sorry, it's still not my place to ask you about this," I stumbled, "I'm just..."

"Dakota, it's okay. I'm glad that you care," she said with a sly smile, "I told my parents that I will meet Aban, but that doesn't necessary mean I will marry him."

I nodded in relief. She must've think that I am crazy that I don't want her to get married. "Okay, I just want you do what makes you happy," I told her.

Moona started laughing, very cutely must I point out. "That's why I couldn't be happier to have met you," she said.

And she did something that made me became a statue with a pounding heart, she hugged me. "Thanks a lot," she said.

"You're welcome," I replied.

The night was filled with new music, new food and a whole new world Mamoona has showed me. I wished it would never end, but once it did I told Marcus every moment about it. Breath taking was what described my night, and most definitely what described Mamoona. She was most certainly was unlike any of the girls I have met.