I Chose You💕

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Riding the Metro reminded me of that day again. Such fateful day. One simple act that made me sure of everything. But now that I have it, it's hard to be sure.

I sighed as I looked around the carrier. Not a lot of people were around. I covered my face with handkerchief still not used to being exposed to a lot of people. I'm not shy of my face - it's God-given, Alhamdulillah. It's just that I hate it when people stare at me and even more that I had no protection on. Gah.

I wish he was with me. I wonder what he's doing. I can't stop thinking about him.

When I left the house, I made sure he had eaten his breakfast and ironed the clothes he's going to wear to work today. He didn't say anything and just let me do my thing. He kissed his mother and sisters goodbye and when he was going to leave, forgetting about me, Anika asked him again why I wasn't kissed. Mikhail just gave his sister a lopsided grin.

'I guess, not today, Anika,' I'd want to tell her.

"I am so glad that we finally see each other again! And your face...I missed your face!" Said Aliah, one of my high school friends. She's studying medicine in the same school as my sister. She's in her first year. "I was really sad that I couldn't come to your wedding!" She continued as she sipped on her Starbucks drink.

"You were busy, Aliah, and I do understand. Besides, it wasn't a big celebration to begin with. We just kept it simple for more barakah (reward)," I explained and consoled her.

"Still, it was your big day!" She said.

I smiled at her. "It's okay. You can still go to our other friends' wedding in the future, in shaa Allah."

"Why are you guys getting married already? First, Jannah...then unexpectedly Malleha...and now you," she enumerated our married friends. "Who's following you?" She asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Anyone, it could be you, and it would be fine."

"Ugh, girl, med school is stressful enough. Marriage can wait," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Aliah, when it's time...it's time," I reminded.

"Okay, fine," she reluctantly agreed. "Well, how's your marriage going on?"

"Alhamdulillah," I answered.

She waited for me to elaborate but I only leisurely sipped on my coffee.

She whined. "That's it? No details?"

I laughed a little. "That's it. Alhamdulillah."

"Girl... don't be like this. Are you happy? In love? How did you two meet? You never mentioned him to me, I'm hurt!"

"I'm sorry, it felt like a whirlwind actually." I broke into a small laughter. "I am happy," I said which was true. I'm happy living in the qadr of Allah.

She sighed in surrender when I still did not elaborate. "Well, at least show me a picture of your wedding or something," she insisted. "No one posted a picture in Facebook or Instagram!"

That's because we had requested that it be kept private and only the official photographer could take photos and all. We had promised to send the guests pictures and all that.

I unlocked my phone and searched for his solo shot. I handed it to her as she took a good look at it. She almost choked on her drink.

"Omg! This is Mikhail Ibrahim!" She exclaimed.