Falling For Yazaar (Will Be Rewritten)

Chapter 8

I sat down on the couch and reached for the remote but someone had grabbed it and clicked their tongue.

'No no no! You cannot be sitting here inside! You're the future bride and you just got engaged so get up and go and speak to your in laws.'

I looked at Khalaty pleadingly but she narrowed her green eyes and shook her head.

'Nope, not going to work. Get up and go,' she ordered and I stood the minute I noticed a slight frown forming on her face. 'Mama...don't frown. It causes wrinkles,' I told her and Alhamdulillah, I had made it outside just in time when I heard her shoe shatter some glass.

'Astagfirullah,' I said and chuckled. An old lady pulled me to one side.

'So how old are you?' she asked and stared at me with wide brown eyes. 'I am twenty-one aunty...'

She gasped and covered her mouth adding to the dramatic effect. 'Why did you wait this long to get married?'

'Long?'

She nodded her head and gestured that I sit down beside her. A few other ladies joined us and listened in on our conversation. 'I was sixteen when I got married for the first time.'

I had raised my brows questioningly. 'My husband died when I was twenty-two, a month before our baby, my son...was born.'

Watching a smile spread across her face made me think that she was no longer sad about his death but then I had looked into her eyes and saw pain.

'Yazaar's father is my son, Yahyaa...you will meet him soon beta. Right now I want to get to know you. You speak Hindi?'

'No aunty...'

'So just English and Arabic?'

I nodded and suddenly remembered that his mother spoke Arabic the first time I had met her.

'Aunty Alya speaks Arabic...' I muttered to no one in particular and the old lady nodded.

'Yes, my son speaks Arabic as well. It was his second language and he taught Alya although she already knew phrases. Yazaar...cannot speak nor understand a word of it.'

She chuckled and I had joined in.

'Where is Yazaar's father, aunty?' I queried and looked around.

Her smile was dim as she had answered,'Like I said, you will meet him soon.'

I tried recalling how he looked but then I had remembered that he was not here the first time Yazaar and his family came over.

'So what do you expect out of this marriage?' she asked and I was about to answer until Ahmad popped up out of nowhere, cleared his throat and smiled sweetly when all the ladies had turned to look at him.

'Lailah's fiancé wishes to speak to her...'

I sat awkwardly, not knowing whether I should have stood and left or continue to speak to the golden oldies.

'Well, what are you waiting for? Get up and go to your fiancé child,' the old lady laughed then smiled reassuringly.

'Ummm aunty...'

'Sajwa,' she said.

'Aunty Sajwa, I will return the second that I am free.'

She nodded, a small smile on her face before proceeding to speak to the rest of the group.

'I lied, Yazaar isn't calling you...you just had that help me look on your face,' he said and smirked.

'That's rude, I was actually enjoying that conversation,' I informed him, a deep scowl had settled on my face.