Ready? For Marriage!

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

It has been two days since our wedding day and I can officially confirm that the last time I spoke to Shakir was then.

We went to the apartment straight after the wedding. As soon as we entered, Shakir wondered off into his room not saying a word. At first I stood at the entrance not knowing what to do. I waited for Shakir to return and tell me where to go, what to do, because I had no idea. Eventually I realised that he wasn't going to come back and guide me where to go. So I walked around the apartment opening doors to find where the bedroom I was suppose to be staying in was located. I must of opened nearly every single door, well apart from the one Shakir went in, till I found my room. But looking at the bright side at least now I knew where every door lead to in the apartment.

Ever since then I've probably only seen him once which was this morning. He was getting out of the bathroom and I was waiting to go in. We made eye contact but said no words.

It's been two days since I've seen my family or anyone for that matter. I've been stuck in this apartment, since I couldn't go out anywhere as I was suppose to be enjoying being newly married, in reality I sat texting my siblings to have a see how their lives were going. Khalid, Khadija, Mama and Daddy had gone back to London. I was sad when Khadija told me. I would've loved to see them off, but I'd be seeing them in a couple of days anyway when we'd be going Australia for the walimah.

Currently I'm sat scrolling through my phone on my bed. You know when you are on Instagram and you just can't seem to go off the app scrolling through and liking memes. My hair is in a messy bun, I have my phone in hand, my iPad in front of me playing some random YouTube video. Yes I'm that person that has everything on even I'm not using it right now.

I sigh, forcing my eyes off my phone screen and placing down on my bedside.

Suddenly, my bedroom door is flung open. I have no time to react as Shakir walks into the room. My eyes pace around the room trying to find a hijab that I can pop on my head. To save me from embarrassment of messy and just him seeing my hair in general. I come to realisation as I remember that all my hijabs are all in the cupboard where Shakir is standing now.

Shakir smirks at me as he sees me glaring at the cupboard holding all my hijabs. I stop myself doing so, as I see his amusement.

"What do you want?" I address Shakir, folding my arms.

He doesn't reply and we have a little staring contest while I wait for him to speak up. He carries on staring, thinking I'll be the first one to give up, but he's got it all wrong. I always beat people's butts in staring competitions. I carry on gazing into his grey eyes, his thick long eyelashes surrounding them. Why do guys have to have the best eyelashes.

I can see him getting kind of frustrated as he stands with his arms crossed. A smirk starts forming on my face, he looks away finally braking eye contact. A full blown smirk appears on my face.

"So, why did you come in my room again?" I ask him being smug.

His eyes shift from the window and he looks at me again. "I came in to see if you were ready." Amusement begins to shine in his eyes again. "Clearly you're not."

"For what?"

He huffs, pretending to act annoyed but by the look of it this situation is just giving him pure entertainment. "Is this what I'm going to end up dealing with for the rest of my life. A forgetful wife."

And then it all clicks my parents had invited us round for dinner today. How did I forget that? It must have been the lack of fresh air I'd been receiving lately.