Halal Lovin'

Chapter 12

"Let's go," he says while taking my hand and walking me out the venue.

As we're walking towards the limo, I hear my mother call me out.

(Conversation in Arabic)

"Hanan! Can I talk to you in private?" She asks.

"Of course mom," I reply while letting go of Saif's hand and nodding that its gonna be ok.

"Look Habibti, do you know what's going to happen in that hotel room?" She asks with concern written all over her face.

Is she serious? Is she really going to give me the talk now? Please tell me this is a joke. She must be joking.

Since she's just joking, or not, I'll play dumb.

"Yeah. We're going to sleep together. I heard from Nora that when a married couple sleep on the same bed than they have kids. It's kinda scary though because I'm honestly not ready and I'm worried that I'm gonna be so tired by the time I get there that I just fall asleep. I bet he's tired too. It's scary how if we both accidentally fall asleep together I could wake up pregnant. It's ok though mom, I'll just make him sleep on the floor til we get those special PILLowS so I won't get pregnant," I say with an innocent looking face.

"No no habibti," my mother says while pinching between her eyebrows. "By 'sleep together,' you two are going to (gives a haram-halal talk)."

"WHAT?!?," I shout while covering my mouth. "Why are you just now giving me this talk now? That's nasty," I add while trying to look grossed out.

"Do you still want to do this?" She asks worriedly.

"I mean I've already wasted so much time on the wedding and the planning. And on top of that everyone did too and they came. Beside most importantly, if this is what Allah planned then I guess it's for the best," I whine.

"You didn't have to."

"Mom," I say getting serious. "I know what marriage is about. If I didn't I wouldn't have agreed. I'm confused on why I'm just now getting the talk, but it's ok. Trust me, mom. Everything is going to be ok," I smile reassuringly.

"Inshallah."

"Inshallah."

With that out of the way, I kiss her on the forehead and walk back to my husband.

(Conversation in English)

"You looked grossed out for a second there. What happened?" Saif asked curiously.

"My mom gave me the talk," I say while laughing.

"Ohh. The whole 'im gonna miss you and I love you no matter where you are' talk?"

"Is that gross?"

"What other talk than?"

Ohh God.

"Nevermind," I say as I hop in the limo.

It's amazing how big a limo is. Like yeah, it's big on the outside but it's even bigger in the inside. I would've never imagined it to be this wide. It's beautiful. This must be expensive.

Expensive???

How did Saif afford this?

"Umm Saif?"

"Yes wifey," he says while scooting next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

How do I ask him now? I can't even breath. All the blood in my body has gone up to my cheeks.

He smells soo good. I feel like I'm gonna faint.

"What is it?" He asks pulling back down from the clouds.

"Oh. Nothing. I just wanted to say your name," I lie.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You can have it. You can have both my names Wallah. ," he says while laying his head on my shoulder.

"Its haram for a woman to take her husband's last name."

"I know it is. What I meant is that they're yours to use to your likings."

"Oh."

"I'm so glad you're mine," he says while tightening his grip around my waist. "I'm so glad I'm yours. I'm so glad we're each other's. I'm just so happy, Alhamduallah."

"Yeah me too," I respond honestly.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asks while lifting his head while still maintaining the grip around my waist.

"Are you going to bite me," I cautiously ask.

"Not unless you want me to," he says with a playful grin.

"You're stupid," I say as I look away.

"Please look at me," he said while pulling my chin towards him. "And please kiss me."

I nod and with the confirmation, both our lips lock.

Wow.

If my mom gave me this talk instead I would've sped up the marriage.  

After a while, we parted for air and just stared deeply at each other.

"I love you," he says while still panting.

"How can you say it so easy?" I ask, also panting.

"Because it's the truth," he defends.

"Isn't the truth supposed to be hard?"

"For liars, yes, but for an honest God fearing Muslim, it's the easiest thing to slip off your tongue."

"Oh. I see."

"I can see that you're a good Muslim. You didn't lie and say that you love me," he says while loosening his arms from around me.

"I do love you," I reply while missing his touch.

"Yeah. You love me the way we first left off, as friends. Its ok Wallah. I'm an amazing person with amazing good looks amazing personality and amazing body. You'll be falling for me soon," he says with confidence. 

"Do I have a choice?" I laugh.

"Nope, habibti. I'm gonna lock you in my basement til my mom forces me to bring you out."