All For Love

CHAPTER 2 : All For Love

Muhammad stayed after university on Thursday. He wanted to work with his friends on their new project. He was waiting for them in the library and texted them so.

He waited half an hour and then began tapping his foot with impatience. He clenched his jaws. He feared Huda would come and he'd have to tell her his parents didn't agree. He didn't want to refuse her.

But his fear had come true. Instead of his friends tapping his back, he turned and found a cross-armed Huda. He relaxed under her gaze and she motioned with her head they go somewhere else.

He followed her to the terrace of the building they were in. He studied her. She was wearing a white shirt with light blue denims and a trench coat and beige vans. Her scarf was a mix of beige and denims.

They stayed quiet for a long time, sitting on the ledge. Huda stared at the city and Muhammad stared at her. He was wondering how to tell her his father's words.

Finally, she tore away the muteness, her smile a smirk, "I'm guessing your parents said no judging by your avoiding tacts. Enlighten me, Muhammad." The sun reflected in her hazel orbs, making them brighter.

Muhammad turned his head away, "It's the reason I told you. Status. My father says no because in his opinion, you're too rich for me. I'm like a beggar in your eyes." His voice cracked.

She nodded, even though he was looking elsewhere. Out of the blue, she just burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed, the back of her hand covering her mouth as she threw her head back and laughed uncontrollably.

Muhammad looked around to see what she could be possibly be so bowled over on and when he found nothing, he gazed at her. Her laugh became contagious and he also started laughing.

Huda had a laughter that sounded so beautiful. For Muhammad, it was a sound of a heartwarming feeling or something so serene, it wouldn't cease to amaze him.

At long last, the laughter died down. The two stared at each other with smiles on.

Huda inaugurated the conversation, "Muhammad, if that was the problem, you should have told me. My parents and your parents are currently taking to each other right now because my parents have no idea why you haven't yet given me an answer. My parents aren't like the idiots in the movies, they don't care about who I marry so long as he's got good deen and a good heart."

"What about love?" Muhammad asked.

"They want that for me as well, but the situation has a different approach. Unless, of course, you do love me?" Huda smirked.

Muhammad chuckled, "Huda, you really are something. But I can't marry you. My father won't say yes and I respect my parents' decisions."

Huda stayed quiet, earning Muhammad's attention once more. She smiled and said, later, "Think of it this way, yeah? Your parents let you make your own decisions, okay? So, in your own words and at your own risk and decision, will you marry me?" Huda tilted her head.

Muhammad opened his mouth, but no words came out. He shrugged. "I would love to marry you, but..." He was shaking his head, slowly, guilty.

The next thing Muhammad knew, Huda was standing on the ledge. He thought she was going to jump, but instead, he noticed she had acute balance and closed her eyes with her arms held out as she enjoyed the light drops of rain that just started falling.

He called her name and she looked down at him, asking him to join her. He declined and she came down. "I'll see you later, Muhammad. Visit your parents today and talk to them."

He watched her walk to the elevator and saw three boys there with her. All three gave Muhammad warm smiles. He knew they were her friends and he knew that they were showing all smiles, but they were actually warning him not to hurt her.