I woke up and found out I slept off while I cried. I looked at the time on my phone and it read 7pm. Gosh how long have I been here?. Then all the memories came back flooding to me and I felt renewed again. I stood up and headed downstairs, my eyes landed on dad who was eating apple slices while watching football. He was in a navy blue kaftan which fitted him perfectly I must say his tailors are good. He glanced up and saw me then his countenance changed.
He mumbled some incoherent words as I approached him.
"Dad can you please explain this?". I asked impatiently while retrieving the envelope from the back of my trousers. I presented it to him.
He raised up his head and the lines on his head appeared"What does it look like?". He seemed to care less.
"A wedding card that has my name on it or is it a mistake?". I was scared of what his answer could be.
"Do you know any other Zoeya Aliyu?. Its your wedding card and better get prepared you are getting married in two weeks!". For a moment there I went numb, deaf, lifeless as the last sentence hit me hard
"You planned my wedding without my consent?. And am getting married to Aaryan?". I asked shocked. I just realized who he was!!.
"At least you are lucky that I gave you the card. I've already shared it to our relatives so don't act surprised when they start asking". With that he stood up from where he sat.
"You invited me to my wedding?". I said following him upstairs. I couldn't breath again.
He turned facing me looking irritated "I believe I paid heavily for your education so why are you finding it hard to read and understand a common invitation card"
"Dad how could you do this to me.. I mean I'm your flesh and blood. You never even informed me about this and it's in two weeks!". I was fed up and screamed which attracted everyone downstairs.
"The tailor will be here tomorrow morning by twelve. I've picked out the anko colours and she will take the measurement of everyone". He picked out a thread from his cloth
I turned to look at mum. My head was spinning and everything seemed like a bad dream. "Mum say something. Someone please tell me this is not true!". I screamed out while dropping to the ground. I instantly developed migraine and my world seemed to be spinning around me. My hair was scattered but I didn't care less. Mum and bibah sat side by side and consoled me. Zaynab rubbed my neck shakily and Zinayd played with my hair.
Dad went into his room and slammed the door loudly.
"Its okay. Just do as he says". Mum said.
"What?. Are you siding him or were you a part of this plan all along. Why act like a saint when meanwhile you partnered with all this drama. Why should I marry a man that I know nothing about? Isn't this the 21st century anymore? I don't want to speak to you". I was angry. I know I behaved like a six year old child. I thought as my mother she should have defended me. I was boiling with rage and with that I stood up from the stairs and marched angrily to my room, shut and locked the door.
I scattered everything I could reach. I broke anything I could break and then dropped to the ground. Mum and bibah pounded on my door but I didn't answer. I wanted to get away from all this. I thought of running but no. Dad had a tight security and even if I managed to sneak out where will I go?. I didn't want to bother Fariyah especially now that she's happy and so I thought of what to do. I then remembered a movie I watched. I stood up and headed to my bathroom, I opened the cabinet and saw some drugs. Paracetamol, falgee, buscopan, piriton. I didn't have much drugs at home, and the ones I had were for emergency purposes. I reached for the yellow bottle and poured out all the contents on my palm. It had up to twelve tablets on my palm and without thinking twice I poured everything into my mouth and got a plastic cup which I used to get water from the sink. When I was through I sat down and let nature take its course. I would soon be free and the only words I said before I passed out were "I'll be fine ".
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