Kameela

Chapter 13 - The Wedding

Kameela and Ismail had rarely spoken since she had professed her feelings for him but that was mainly on his part. He had gotten busier with his life, at least that's what he wants to believe. His sisters had told him to give her space and that's what he did in his defence. He got his Intel from Manal and according to her she hadn't really been herself but when her bestfriend came to help with the wedding prep, she had returned to her talkative ways again.

The daurin aure was set in an hour. Ismail's heartbeat sped up anytime he remembered what the day held.

He fixed the cuff links on his sleeves on his crisp white, sharp creased shadda, just how she liked it. His Babban Riga with blue embroidery was laid out on his bed and his cap on top of it waiting for the moment he was to leave the house for the mosque. He had his squad in his room hailing him.

"Ismail for the gyaldem!" Adam shouted as he turned away from the mirror to look at them

"No, not anymore. He is for Kameela." Rasheed said before they all burst in a fit of laughter.

"But seriously Ismail, are you very sure about her?" Malik said.

"I'm not, I'm just playing. When we get to the mosque I'll just tell them I was just joking all along and leave." He said with a harsh sarcastic tone.

"But you know we all know you very well Ismail. You can be a ver..." Ismail didn't let Malik finish talking.

"I'm a changed man." He said as he started brushing his hair.

"Sure you are. It's probably the accent and that hot bod that got you spun over." Adam said as he took out his phone from his breast pocket.

"It's not. She's quite spectacular."

"Whatever she is, don't pull off one of your stunts." Rasheed, the most mature one out of the squad of four, said. Ismail turned back to look at the mirror, taking in his whole appearance before replying,

"I won't."

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After the Daurin aure, he greeted every uncle, family friend, cousin, father-in-law, and every other male family member that was at sight. He moved to a corner and called Kameela. The first two times he called, the call rang out. He was about to try the third time when his father called him.

Meanwhile in the Azeez Household,

"Dee can you not do that! That's private!" Kameela said as she tried to get a hold of her underwear from Deshane's hand.

"Why are you even packing granny panties. You're such a bore!" Deshane asked as she held up the underwear and stretched It out.

"What is she supposed to wear?" Manal asked with curiosity and knowledge laced together.

"With that big batti, a G-string." Deshane said with no care in the world. Amina's eyes widened which gained a giggle from Deshane.

"Dee I'm not joking bring it back. I need to finish packing." Kameela said standing with her arms crossed over chest, tired of chasing her bestfriend around. Deshane tossed the underwear to Kameela and took her seat on the bed. Kameela continued packing her clothes when she heard distant cheer. The girls moved out of the room to listen to the older women sing songs and beat their calabash with sticks. Her single cousins and friends teased her as being a sold property of Ismail. They laughed and danced before they went back to her room. She resumed her packing when she heard her phone ring.