My Accidental Husband, Not Father

07 | Supposedly

Nowa

By the time my sister and her husband came to the scene, I was so completely shut down from what happened that I didn't even notice them until she put her hand on my shoulder and I jumped in surprise.

"What happened?" She said worriedly, and I slowly turned to look at her. She frowned as soon as she saw my face. "I told you to not talk to him."

"What did that douchebag tell you?" She stated worriedly but I tried to hide the tears that had already held its place on my face.

"I am going to Marry him" 

"Are you crazy! What did he even tell you ?" She spatted at me. I watched her husband's face turn in shock as he stood in distance while my sister face turned red from all the anger she held. "Are you seriously considering marrying a man who is older than you by not only a year but almost two decades" She protectively shouted.

I knew all her cries for me not to accept that marriage were for my own good but she was the only one that could have stopped all of this. If only she didn't tell my stepmother and we returned to live normally again. If only she was able to stop our biological mother from leaving us.

I interrupted her mumbling speech. "I am moving to Sweden after I get married to him."

She looked at her husband and then back at me. "Did he bribe you with money ,is that it ?!" She asked me with that face she always makes.

"No, I told you I already accepted and He will go and ask for my hand in marriage from my uncle in a few days" I stated trying as much as I could to sound as normal as possible, but how can I even define normal when my life is about to change to something that is the opposite of normal.

"A few days!" She retorted. "Are you planning on telling me what happened during those ten minutes, I left you in the room with him" She asked but I still didn't answer.

"I think you will not answer any of my pleads so I will go ask the right guy"  She was referring to Ghaith.

"Are you out of your mind," Rayan tried to hold my sister's arm ,trying to prevent her from leaving.

"DON'T" She shouted at him as I rolled my eyes.

I can't believe her , She doesn't have a happy marriage and she was forced by my mother continues nagging to marry Rayan who was the neighbor's son. He never loved her and she never cared as long as she had a roof over our heads.

She maybe was only a year older than me but she acted like a fifty year old women who didn't drink tea in the morning. She was always willing to sacrifice her Happiness for mine. But I can't ask her to protect me anymore. I needed her away for me for her own safety.

"Please don't, For the sake of god ,please don't leave" I tried to plead for her to not leave but she didn't listen.

*******

It had been almost a two days since I last heard from my sister after she left the hospital room. I was still stuck in this uncomfortable hospital bed, and The doctor was not showing any signs of letting me go anytime soon.

I've been subjected to two additional surgeries since Monday, one on my leg and one because of some internal damage in my abdomen.

I didn't really pay any attention when The doctor explained it to me and my uncle, because frankly, I stopped listening to him when I realized My leg didn't mean anything if my soul was going to be barred after I got married but what was hurting me even worst was the fact that my sister wasn't answering her phone.

Overall, I felt fine – at least physically. At least as fine as I could considering the circumstances. Though the pain had subsided in my leg, I was still bothered by it. If I made any sudden movements or tried to move in a way that my leg didn't agree with, I could be sure that there would be bursts of pain shooting through it. It would be painful to the point of me passing out. But that was something I quickly learned to control, and I never made any sudden movements, or any movements at all really. I never left the bed, except for the times I had to go to the bathroom or trying to pray, and that turned out to be a pain too – but in a different way.

The cast on my leg had gone all the way from my foot up to mid-thigh, which of course made it impossible for me to bend my knee and sit like a normal person while on the toilet or on chair during prayer, which in turn made the whole experience worse. They removed a part of the cast a few days later, so the cast just went up to my knee. Apparently the thigh-part was just for stability during the first few days.

For the Last few days, I made sure to express to my uncle how much I "loved" his idea. He didn't seem to get my sarcasm.

In the morning , I woke up to loud knocking on the door.

"Good morning," Ghaith said brightly.

"Salam," I mumbled as I adjusted my Hijab.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked amused.

"Of course. What ungodly hour is it?"

"It's a little after six."

"Go away, I need to sleep" I put the covers back on my face.

"I said," He come toward my bed and removed my blanket.

Something flashed in his eyes for a moment, disrupting the calm. It was gone just as quickly, before I could identify it as anger or hate or violence or anything else he might feel when hearing even a suggestion that I wasn't his doll to play with.

"Today you will become my wife. You will do as I say." His voice had never been so cold.

Was he living in the dark ages or something? "For now I am free so I will get back to sleep" I stated again as I put my blanket back on my head, Praying that he will take the hint and leave.

"You sister came, A few days ago" He spoke. "She told me to not marry you and that I cast a spell on you or something and that she will go to court to stop me" He laughed.

"She really is a protective sister," He laughed. "That is why you want to protect her right"

I tried to ignore him as I try to pinch myself as hard as I could to not replay to his sarcastic comments.

"Why, Why are you so obnoxious, What did I ever do to you," I asked wanting an answer but I knew too well that he only spoke to give orders and he never provides me with an answer I wanted.

"We will be leaving to Sweden tomorrow, prepare yourself" He ordered.

I crushed back the fear I felt when I looked at him. His ice as he glanced back at the door and left the room. This will be my life from now on and no one will be there to help me.

I was alone in this.

That night, I agreed to marry him and my uncle was there with Ghaith at his house. My uncle signed off what looked like my life and I was at the miserable hospital room as everyone congratulated me through the phone expect people that I cared about such as my sister who didn't even pick the phone until now or called to check on me.

Somehow, it finally sank in what I had done. I was about to move across seas to move with a much older stranger that was supposedly my husband.

How Did I even get myself into this mess?