I was on my bed, thinking whether I should or CAN continue this, when Layla entered the room, wearing a red silk gown, ready to sleep. She walked to the bed and sat, from the corner of my eye she looked nervous, like she was practicing a speech in her head.
"I'm sorry."she whispered not looking at me. "I don't know what wrong with me either." she said looking at me, then, I noticed her eyes were dewy probably from crying.
I suddenly got a text from father, reminding me that I had acting class tomorrow. I sighed. A little too dramatically. My dad was very strict American-Arabian-Muslim. Ali and I feared him, with all our heart. Who ever thought I would despise Ali more than I feared father.
"Ali, please forgive me" She said still looking at me hopefully. The fact that I was supposedly Ali made me even more annoyed.
"It's okay." I said wiping her tears away. "You know I hate seeing your tears." I said, doing exactly what my acting teacher told me do. "Now smile for me." I said caressing her face, noticing her beautiful and alluring skin.
She cracked a small smile, as I rested my forehead on hers, placing a soft kiss after, taking in the nice scent of coconut oil in her hair.
****acting class****
I chuckled at Mateo's stupid-ness, I mean the guy and I are better friends than me and Layla. "Why would you do this ....to me" I said clenching my heart, trying to look desperate.
"Amateur hour" He coughed, making sure I heard exactly what he was trying to say.
"Yeah? then do it better." I dared, folding my arms.
"Why, why would you do this to me....to us." He said, as a lone tear escaped his eyes, this guy right here deserves an Oscar, I mean he didn't miss the eye squint.
"Okay, I give up" I said standing up. "I can't do this anymore, can you believe Ali, he just sees a girl and then propose to her in a month, not even sure they know each other's last name. She's so innocent and definitely does not this, He doesn't deserve her at all." I said looking down, but the real question is Do I deserve her?
A round of applause broke me from confusing and complicated thoughts. "Wonderful! Wonderful!" He exclaimed, continuously making the discordant noise coming from his hand.
"Asaad, I have something to tell you*dramatic pause*" He started. okay this guy is good.
"I don't think you should be taking this classes, see what you did there? You spoke your heart" he said. Trust me I didn't want to be here the first place, its my dad that forced me.
"Okay, so, what do you want me to do? tell her the truth?" I asked.
"Not everything, make her know the real you discard the coffee and go back to the tea you love, you ARE officially her husband." Mateo said, placing his arm on Asaad.
"Nope, I'm not" I said defensively.
"Well you signed the papers, with YOUR signature, so you are technically her husband, even if you don't love her, atleast treat her right." Mateo said with concern.
"Yeah...yeah, I'll think about that, I gotta go." I said heading to the door.
"Wait!" He exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow, turning around. "What is it?"
"Class is'nt over."
I groaned and groggily walked to him. He smiled sheepishly and motioned for me to sit down.
***
My body was literally shaking through out the ride to her mother in law's house. I was frightened because the woman and Layla were'nt really on good terms, for no apparent reason-well known to me, she hated me.
Ali glanced at her for a split second. He used his free hand to hold mine. "Don't be nerv-wait let me rephrase that, don't be too nervous, everything will be fine." He said giving her a sincere smile.
***
Her glare was uncomfortable and excruciatingly intense and full of hatred. After what seemed like an hour of her glaring at Layla, she slowly took her gaze off Layla and then to Asaad.
"Can we talk...in private?"
"Sure..um yeah, kitchen?"
Assad stood up looking confused as she was, and slowly walked behind his mother.
She settled down on one of the chairs from the island, with a white Brazilian marble counter top.
"I seriously don't know why you are doing this." She complained.
"What ummi did I offend you?"
"You're offending yourself..."
Out in the parlour, Layla sat looking at the beautiful and very different interior, at least compared to theirs.
"Assalamualikum" a masculine voice sang.
"Wa'alaykumssalam, Layla how are you."
"Alhamdulillah." She said smiling back.
Layla, please call Asaa-Ali..." Al'Amin said sitting down.
"That thing is what you're bringing to my house , it's better you leave together or am going to have to call security." Umma exclaimed with a subtle voice and a harsh tone
"Layla!" Assad exclaimed as he saw her appearing in to the kitchen.
Yes. She heard everything.
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