My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter fourteen

Hey fam................

ZOEYA'S POV
I was woken up by my paternal and maternal cousins who jumped on my bed excitedly

"Wake up"

"Its a day to your wedding"

"Omg Zoe is a lot prettier"

"Zooeeeeeeee"

"Don't tell me that's how you will sleep when you get married"

"She's so lucky"

"Geetttt up zooooeee"

Arrgggghhh remind my next time to lock my door. My cousins are the type which I don't get along with. They are so overdramatic and its such a bad thing for both paternal and maternal to get along.

"She's up already". One said

"Hey Zoe". The other said.
They were about ten girls in my room all chatting about "my wedding".

"Hey guys. When did you arrive?". Six of the girls there were my maternal cousins. Four among them was  given birth to by my mum's immediate elder sister and the other two by my mum's younger sister. While the other four were my paternal cousins. Four of them were given birth to by my dad's younger sister. This house will be very noisy

"This morning. Wow Zoe you look so pretty". My paternal cousin Fatima said.

"Thank you and you guys look great also". I mentioned while getting out of my bed.
Just then the door flung open and Mia's face peeked in

"The henna woman has arrived so all of you need to go downstairs". Before she could finish they all flooded out of my room squeaking in excitement

"Thank God". I muttered under my breath

"And that includes you too. Go shower and get dressed I'll bring your breakfast to your room. Your boxes from the groom's side have arrived early this morning. The chatty girl brought them ". She said to me and I was sure she was referring to Lima.

"Okay... When did you arrive". I asked stripping off my pajamas and wrapping a white towel over my chest

"A couple of minutes ago. Kareem dropped me off and Rahma is playing with Zinayd". She said while plopping on my bed.

"So how's parenting?". I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Its not easy at all but I love it. I love taking care of my baby.". She stood up and went to my cupboard to select my clothes. She has a habit of selecting clothes for people.

"She's cute you know. I love her too". I said spitting out the foamy liquid in my mouth.

"Go get yours and leave mine". She giggled.
"Ten minutes Zoe". She slammed the door and left me alone. Those words sounded familiar..Mufeedah.... Oh how I missed her. I quickly rushed to my bedstand and tried her number but it was not reachable. I sighed and went to take a shower after which I wore the clothes selected for me by my sister. It was an ash jean trouser with a sky blue tank top. I packed my hair into a bun and then walked out of my room.

"She can't fit on a toy Ferrari dumbass". I heard Zaynab said as I walked past their room

"Why?. She doesn't weigh much". Zinayd replied

"Well because it's a toy car. And im her Aunt so I care about her". Zaynab said. What is going on?. Why are they arguing? I opened the door and found Zinayd trying to fit Rahma on his toy Ferrari car.

"Give her to me". I collected Rahma from them

"I want to be an uncle too". Zinayd pouted.

"Well foolish people can't be uncles cause they will kill the children they are uncling". What the hell. Where did she learn that word from?

"But I want to uncle Rahma". Zinayd said at the verge of crying.

"Okay... Okay... Zaynab who told you you are an aunt?" I asked trying to resolve the matter.

"Ah ah". She waved a finger in the air "its aunt Zaynab" she then put her hands on her hips.

I sighed and said "Aunt Zaynab why are you insulting your twin?".

"Because he's a dumbass". She said.  Then Zinayd started crying

"I want to be an uncle too Aunt Zoe". Zaynab rolled her eyes and walked out.

"Well guess what you are one now". I said

"Really?". His eyes lit up.

"Yeah and dry your eyes uncle's don't cry". I said cleaning his eyes. When he was calm I walked out leaving him to play with his car.

I walked out of the room and headed downstairs

"Zoe don't carry her. You are about to get married". My aunt said rushing to take Rahma away from me. What the hell?. I'm just getting married.

"I know and that dosent mean I can't do anything". I said walking into the kitchen. Everyone was around... Including distant relatives. I wasn't allowed to do anything at all. My breakfast was vegetables.They didn't want me to get fat before marriage. What the hell?.

The henna woman made a beautiful design on my hands and legs. It was beautiful and I kept looking at it. When she finished mine Fariyah walked in.

"Hey baby". She hugged me tight.

"How are you?". I responded blowing air on my hands probably to make it dry

"Omg I love your henna". She exclaimed looking at it.

"Yeah I know. Why don't you do yours am through". I said standing up.

"I will definitely". She plopped on the couch and told the woman she wanted a beautiful floral design or a beautiful heart shape design or...

I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs carefully where i sat under the Air conditioner for about an hour and then proceeded to wash the henna off. It was beautiful after I washed it.

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AARYAN'S POV

I must confess that getting married isn't easy at all.  I and Aiman went to get a haircut and then when we came back relatives from around the world were at home. Okay..... My grandfather was Indian and then he married a Nigerian after which they gave birth to dad. That explains why I am bearing Aaryan. It's an Indian name. My clothes from the tailor has arrived and we are testing them on.
Everyone kept on wishing me a happy married life. Grandmothers pecking, grandfathers hugging and shaking, cousin brothers punching and laughing, cousin sisters laughing and slapping. I got tired quickly while Lima was enjoying the view. When everything died down it was evening already and i peacefully went to sleep awaiting tomorrow

Hey guys I don't really know how to write a wedding scene so you have to bear with me.
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