We arrived at Digital Hall, where the event will take place.
Bilal came out and opened the door for me,and offered me his welcoming hand.
The paparazzi were busy snapping pics and videos, flashlights were trying to blind me.
I gladly took his hand and came out of the car.
With our fingers intertwined, we entered the hall which was full with people, some of them i don't even know, neither do Bilal.
We went straight to where our seats were arranged. He sat me down on my chair and sat down on his, my hand still in his.
The MC welcomed us and called unto Ameenu, Bilal's friend to give the biography of Bilal.
After that, my own was also given by Aisha.
"Now we will call unto the couples to come and have a dance. Jamaa ku tafa musu!!"
The crowd clapped as Bilal stood up, adjusted his gaare and took my hand in his.
We walked majestically to the dancing floor and the music PERFECT by Ed Sheran was played.
I placed my hand on his shoulder, while he held my waist in his,then our other two hands were intertwined.
We danced slowly to the music, swaying and rocking gently to the tune as he hummed it in my ear, his breath fanning my burning forehead, staring and smiling at each other.
"I love you sooo much!"
He whispered, drawing me closer to his body.
"I love you more"
I whispered too in his ear.
After the dance, he kissed my forehead and led me back to our seats.
The audience clapped again.
"Now, its time for cutting the cake!"
The MC (master of ceremony) announced.
We both stood up in front of the large ten steps white cake with multi coloured flower decorations, while our friends surrounded us. He gently placed his hand on mine, which was holding the knife, and after the count of three, we cut the cake together.
We toast the wine and fed each other the cake. After then, the dancing and eating time began.
The hall went noisy as people danced to the latest music, Baba, Malwedhe, etc, eat and chat, while the blast of music filled the air.
People were coming and going to congratulate us and present gifts.
The dinner party didn't end till 11:45pm, i was so tired i could barely walk in the high heeled shoe.
After the guests have all gone, he carried me bridal style to his car and drove us back to our house, while his friends went to drop mine.
He carried me to my room and kept me on the bed and helped me remove my shoe. I was all these while staring at him, appreciating his genuine love and affection.
He helped me out of my dress and carried me to the toilet, and bathe me, it made me feel so shy 🙈
After wearing the white night gown he brought from my wardrobe, i lay on his chest and played with his hairs, while he tells me sweet words. That was how i drifted to dreamland, coiled up in his body, while he stroke my hair.
☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁
I woke up the next morning with a groan. I stretched and looked at Bilal's handsome face, his eyes were closed as he breath in and out peacefully, like a baby.
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