Muslim girl and... love?

Chapter 25

"Are you sure about this? Do you think we should talk to their family once and for all? Is this what you want? I mean maybe Allah swt. just wanted you two to patch up again for a reason?"

"Yeah daddy I'm sure you need to call him and his family and confirm 100% that I do not want this marriage and tell Imran to please not talk to me I do not want me to say something to him that I'll regret." I looked at Samara for some kind of confirmation. She smiled at me.

Samara had come here to my place at about 10 am I think because yes today was my birthday and she promised to come early though I had no idea she'd come this early but she did and I'm happy she did. She talked to me about Imran and all this. I mean I really needed to talk to her and get some kind of hints from her as to what to do right now. I mean I was kinda emotianally blackmailed into saying yes to Imran again. Though then again was I?

That question was a question I wanted out of my head.

Anyways Samara my dad and I was sitting in the living room talking now and my dads reply got me out of my conversation in my head.

"Okay if this is what you want, this is what will happen, my girl." My dad got up and kissed my forehead totally unexpectedly but it was nice and that meant he was with me no matter what. Before going out of the living room he turned around and smiled "Happy Birthday darling. Any wishes?"

I smiled brightly at him "No daddy just this and I will never want anything else."

He gave me a reassuring smile and left.

~In my room~

"Aisha can you sit still for just 10 more minutes!!"

"NOOOOOO you've been going on for an hour now Samara I think I am ready now!!"

Yes we were both freaking out now. Samara came here at 10 am. We talked to my father about Imran and yes it was very much awkward I mean don't get me wrong I love telling my dad about my life but stuff about marriage is just weird to talk to your father about especially when you're me.

But anyways right now Samara was doing my make up. Yes my make up. Ugh and she was taking ages.

"Come on are we done??" She took 2 more minutes and moved away and looked at me.

"Yup done done."

Finally.

I looked in my mirror. WOW is all I could say. She had given me a natural kinda look -mainly because she knows I never wear foundation or anything, but she had put on eyeliner on my top and in my inner eye, a bit mascara and silvery eye shadow a tiny biny blush. And on my lips all I put on is my EOS lip balm cause my lips are already a baby pink color so I just use lip balm to freshen them up a bit.

"Wow Samara I look...I look..." I was lost for words.

'' Save it I know I'm wonderful'' she was literally smirking I couldn't stop and started laughing my butt off. I love this girl.

But then it hit me. I. DON'T. HAVE. A. DRESS.

''Samara! I have no clothes!''' I freaked! Because I had half an hour to get fully ready because apparently Samara was going to drop me off a bit down the road in half an hour and yes she didn't tell my parents the truth... She said we were going to celebrate my birthday together. But nope I was going to be with her brother this whole time. And no don't ask me if I'm nervous I have no clue why I am nervous...

''I haven't given you a birthday present remember?'' She winked at me.

''No no Samara you didn't have to I'm fine with it you being here helping me is enough and by the way that's not what we're talking about right now! My dress?!?'' Panic!!