ALWAYS ZAYN

5'

The shy type. . .

"You're going to see may or may not be your bride and in-laws, you can't wear suit." His mother screeched when Zayn sat down next to her on the sofa in the general living room.

"Maa, you were supposed to tell me that yesterday. Wearing a suit is stressing, now I have to remove everything!" He groaned before standing up and making his way back to his room at the back of the house.

After checking his closet for two good minutes, he settle on wearing grey set of kaftan and matching cap. He smiled at his reflection, he likes wearing his mother's traditional clothe as much as he likes wearing his father's. It's been long since he last wore one, and now wearing it, he felt and looks different. He smiled at his reflection before walking out of the room and to the front door where he heard his mother and sister's voice coming from. They are both quite eager to meet these people, he noted.

"Oh my goodness, he looks beautiful, doesn't he, Maa?" Maaysa gushed, awing at her brother as if he is not standing there. He looks very exceptionally handsome in the hause traditional clothe just like he does in every clothe. Maaysa don't like wearing their mother's traditional clothes. Kaadira and Naazwa started wearing it after they got married.

"True! You look handsome, my son." His brother smiled and pinch his cheeks, the place yawed to red and he groaned.

"Maa, now I'll look like I'm blushing." He whined at the laughing mother. He was about to fulminate at Maaysa when he toss a hard glare from his mother, he settle on; "And you, don't call me beautiful again. I'm I a girl?!" He glare at Maaysa before strolling to their family car -white SUV/Crossover 2016 Land Rover Range Rover.

He is still amazed by himself, he didn't act or feel nervous about meeting this person. He didn't even feel a thing, like everything will just be okay. It's like he will just hang his head and let his mind take him anywhere it is they're going. If this woman is his wife, then he knew it was already written from the very start, there is nothing he could do to change, so it'll be better if he keep his energy at bay. He might need it later. It depends on how the woman is. He is ready to marry whoever it is his parents chose for him, she'll not be bad.

"Maaysa, you sit in the front seat, I'll take the owner's corner." His mother suggest but Zayn was fast to disagree after meandering as fast as he could without having any whiplash.

"No, Maa. I don't want her to seat in the front whilst I'm driving, she'll not allow me to concentrate, she likes taking pictures with me." He cast a glance at his sister weirdly before guiding his mother to the driver's side. He open the door for her and let her sit down before closing it behind her.

"That is because I want you to look beautiful. If I take your picture alone, so help me God, the phone will crack." Maaysa deflagrate, slamming the back door shut.

"I hope you're not trying to say I'm not eye catching, because we both know that that's inaccurate." He rolled his eyes, fixing his seatbelt before roaring the expensive car to life and driving out of the parking lot and out of the house.

"You guys should stay put, don't argue! Stay proffered as you guys agreed upon." Their mother warned sternly when the car rolled into a two storey light brown building.

"Yes, Maa." They both replied in sync just when he park the car at the parking lot.

Maaysa discharged herself from the car first before walking to the passenger's seat to assist the geriatric out of the car. Zayn shut the car before dismounting himself out of the car. His legs step out first, before his whole body follow. That's the way he saunter out a car always and it's always looks weird to some people as that style itself has it's own swag in it. The that house may or may not be his in-laws house, the house is beautiful and very clean, it looks magical with no trace of dirt. Everything is burnishing.