Royal couple (Unedited)

Chapter four.

THREE MONTHS LATER.

Fadeel.
  I woke up to the sound of the algaita blowing right outside my window. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the day I was gonna be the groom of some kind of girl I didn't even know. Time just flew like nothing.
I stood up and had a long shower since I knew the wedding fatiha was until 2:00pm. I came out finally and dressed up. I never expected such kind of marriage in my whole life. To be exact, there was no marriage in my own life plan.
I sat in my chamber, listening to all the commotion going outside but I refused to go out. I switched off my phone to avoid any disturbance. I laid peacefully on the sofa since the event was still 30 minutes ahead. I let my mind wander far and wide. I didnt want to bother myself with the thoughts of the girl that was going to be mine in just a few minutes. When it was almost time, I stood up and left for the fada.
I heard different ceremonial greetings from  all over the place as soon as I entered. I sat beside my father and greeted him. We then proceeded to the mosque where I was going to be married. Everything was done according to tradition.
"May The almighty bless the union between yareema fadeel and Yumna Amin. " The imam said and that was when I heard her name. The name sounded odd to me but I knew it was Fulani. So I guessed she was Fulani. Her father was a very good friend of my dad so that explains why many people attended the ceremony.
After the wedding, I exchanged greetings with many people before heading to Hajiya's part for the old woman 's blessings as requested. I went there, everything was organized and ready. I entered without even a salaam because I knew they weren't gonna answer me.
"Ayyurrrri!!!!! " Aisha nabeela exclaimed so loudly that I had to close my ears. I wondered why they were even excited about a marriage I was not interested in.
  Everything was done and I was led to where was supposed to be our marriage chamber, situated still, inside the palace. I went round the house alone and inspected the rooms one by one.
Her room was the best as it has all the furniture a royal bride was to have. Another one by the right with normal high class furniture. Then finally mine, the master bedroom. It was totally painted in white with black furniture. Atlest that was something I liked.
I entered the room and locked it. I was not ready to entertain guest when they bring the so called bride.

    YUMNA.
All the events were over and people were waiting outside for the royal family to come and take me like I was a goody bag or something. Duh..
It was past magrib so I prayed my salah, recited the Quran, asking Allah's guidance in this marriage. I had never met the prince before. He doesn't even know me.
My friend whom I got to love so much was married. Oh.. Salim. We had been friends since we met three months ago but never discussed love. I was betrothed and he was married. I had to cut off our relationship two weeks to my wedding coux I was always with ammi for preparations.
"Where is our gimbiya? " I heard sime one screaming from downstairs and I suspected it to be one of the royal convoys. I wept the tears that were falling down my cheeks.
Ya dikko, my aunt entered the room looking excited. She practically dragged me out of the room after re-making my make up. We went down stairs  and there they were. The royals with  their maids and friends.
The moment they saw us, they all stood up and I was welcomed with hugs. All traditional processes, I won't say rituals, were carried out and we left home for the palace.
Throughout the ride, my mind was not in anyway with them. They we're cracking jokes to cheer me up but all in vain. It was when we were finally by the gimbiya's part that I came to my senses. This was where I was to spend the rest of my life.... Oh God.
The place I never thought I would live was now my future. I had escorted ammi times without number so I was familiar with the part. They made me sit opposite the gimbiya with my head down. The people who escorted me left us alone with three more women. "You are really the perfect wife for him." The gimbiya said after I had greeted her.
"Of course" a woman by my side said. She was visibly pregnant and I guessed she was one of the gimbiya's daughters.
"Just let her be"another chipped in.
"Don't worry. We won't harm you. Be free. We are his sisters." The youngest one said.
The gimbiya did me a favor and intervened. I was really happy. 
"Yumna, this... " she said, pointing to the eldest woman. "Is my first born, Fatima Zahra. This is Aisha nabeela and and this is Rukayyatu rayyan." She finished. I kept smiling like a weird idiot. Rukayya   then came closer to me.
"If yareema tries you are not happy with, tell me. I knohome w to deal with him. " she said and everyone laughed. I liked the way they were carefree. Not minding the fact that they were royals. We spent sometime with them before they finally took me to the place i was supposed to call home.   
                
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I sat straight for more than three hours but the man who was supposed to be husband didn't show up. I stood up and had a nice shower. I dressed into a comfy pyjama. Everything was well arranged and fits perfectly except the fact that I hated this kind of marriage.  I didn't even like the so called yareema. I left the room coux I was hungry to grab something to eat. I had a little difficulty locating the kitchen but I finally made it. I opened the fridge,  not that I was expecting something to be there, and my eyes landed on a juicy bunch of grape. I took it, added some more fruits then headed back to my room. I heard a familiar voice in the other room so I evesdropped. I knew that voice was familiar but I let it go and went back to my room , enjoying the fruits.