I woke up at thirty minutes to five. I hardly slept so I don't think its even fair to say I woke up. I was both apprehensive, excited and a little bit scared. The past twenty nine days flew by so fast and crawled by so slowly at the same time. Its the today. 20th December.
I unplug my phone and turned it on. I had like seventy thousand messages: people asking for venue, time and all that. Some even asking if I was really getting married. Lol. I replied the ones i could before prayer time then I got out of bed and prayed.
I showered afterwards although I know they'll make me take another bath when all the shenanigans begin. After my morning routine, i lay back in bed and called Hammad.
S: Hey Husband
H: Good morning my beautiful beautiful wife. Hours left.
S: yeah
H: Did you sleep well?
S: I'd be lying if I tell you I slept at all.
H: wallahi I also couldn't sleep either. And it's going to be very tiring.
S: honestly. Ya mama?
H: She's excited as hell, her favorite child is getting married.
S: I believe Aneesah is her favorite.
H: keep on believing then.
I laughed.
H: Go downstairs. I was just about to call you dama.
S: what? You can't be here now
H: I know. I'm not there. But I have something for you.
S: oooh okay let me go see.
H: okay. Call me when you get it.
I love you.
S:I love you too.
I ended the call and tip toed down. I don't want anyone to know I'm up although I know they'll soon come to look for me.
Hafsat and Asma (that's her friend's name) are standing at the center table. What are they even doing in the sitting room this early? Something just tells me they are staring/touching my thing. I don't even know what it is but fam, back the hell off.
Flowers!! Roses!! Pink roses! I can't believe i got a bouquet of flowers like white people. Its so beautiful I can cry. I squealed and jumped without even realizing. Hafsah and co just gawked at me as I picked up the bouquet. They can't even say hi. Disrespectful.
I was about to go and show mama when I noticed Asma holding one of my roses. I came back and snatched it away from her. How dare she even touch it?
"Thank you" I say and left them glaring at me. Annoying poke nosing...i sucked in an air conditioned breath. I refuse to get angry on my wedding day.
I squealed, telling Hammad how much I loved them when he asked me if I got the note. There is a note? I searched for it but it Wasn't there.
"Maybe the delivery man lost the note before it got here"
"No. I delivered it myself, with a note" then that mean...
"Let me call you back"
I went straight to the room Hafsah shared with her sisters and other random wome- I mean guests or aunties. Whichever.
They had it. Hafsah put something they were staring at under her lap the moment she saw me. My blood went from 0 to boiling in split seconds. I walked up and pushed her off the bed and carried the black sparkly note. Asmah reaches to forcefully take the note from my hand.
