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▪LOAF 10▪

Muhammad's P. O. V

I pace to and fro telling Sadeeq what to do. Sadeeq is a very good friend of mine and a worker in the company. I am trying to clear my schedule for the ceremony.

I need that day not to be hectic, I'll have enough on my plate. I take a deep breath in relief that I've successfully cleared it. "Um, Mohammad?" He says in a tipsy tone.

"Yes, what is it?" I ask recognizing the tone. He usually uses that tone if he wants to break some news to me or wants something. "Ismail is coming back from the UK." He breaks the news to me.

I'd rather have my schedule packed so much so that I wouldn't even rest for a minute than to have Ismail back. This isn't a good thing.

Ismail Tafida, 29, divorced, single and crazy. Ismail has been one of my challenges since I was little till date.

He got married at 25 to the 'wife of his dreams' whom he spent five years dating. They got married and we all thought maybe he would change, making life hell for us no more but that was just the beginning.

All I can say right now is that Ismail is the devil under a skin of a human being. He went to the United Kingdom to receive medical care but from the feedback sent by the hospital, he doesn't attend.

I don't know why he's back, I don't want him back. We might be related my blood but we are enemies. I hate that fact too but after making everything harder for me, the hatred grows without you knowing.

"Mohammad?" Sadeeq asks again. "Okay, when will he be arriving?" I ask finding a seat to sit on. "The man said that he would be arriving on the thirteenth." Sadeeq says. "That will be on the ceremony."

I say infuriated. Sadeeq kept quiet while I ranted. "What is wrong with this boy ruining my life? He is a nuisance. God!" I say scratching my forehead.

"Well, we should get ready for him or just find a way to stop him from coming on the thirteenth." Sadeeq suggested. What can we do? Wait....

"I have an Idea."

Anisah's P.O.V

I take a deep breath sitting down in front of everyone in my family. I have only spent three or two and the half months at home.

I don't want to meet them after a year because it's too long. I'm going to miss them.

Salis and Khadija hugged me tightly crying. "Don't go." Khadija says whimpering. I smiled uneasily as I saw Hadiza looking at me with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I will soon be back, very soon. You wouldn't even recognize it." I say feeling like tears are going to burst out of my eyes.

Abdallah sat on the chair just looking at the show. He looked distraught but he is obviously trying to act normal. I feel guilty for all of this but I have to.

"I will come back Insha Allah with presents and I will never go away again." I say smiling before standing up. Khadija held onto me tightly.

"You should let her go, she's going to be late for the event." Abdallah says standing up. "Yes, let her go." Hadiza says pulling Khadija off me.

I hugged them before leaving with Abdallah following me. I take a deep breath before walking out of the house.

I got into the car with my eyes closed. I heard Abdallah sitting beside me. I knew he is going to be thinking about this. "Spill." I simply say before opening my eyes.

"I have nothing to spill, just driving." He says not looking at me. "Okay but if you're going to say anything, I'm going to kick you." I say wearing my makeup.

"You're sure that this will be your last right?" He asks abruptly as I look at him. "Yes, of course. After this, I will be at home 24/7 unless I go back to college." I say smiling. "Okay, thank god." He says with a weak smile.

"Just drive, chauffeur or is it slave?" I joke around and he scoffs. "You'll be glad to have a slave as hamdsome as I am." Abdallah says chuckling.

Abdallah parks the car as I saw Mohammad waiting outside his car. "This is the guy?" Abdallah asks looking at Mohammad. "Yeah, why?" I ask taking my bag. "I don't like him." Abdallah says before looking at me.

"Well, he is your brother in law." I say as he glared at me. "Bye, till we meet up. Don't come out of the car, I don't want him to know your face." I say before I got out of the car.

I shut the door before walking towards Mohammad. "How are you doing?" He asks standing up right. "Fine, shall we?" I say to him as he opened the door for me.

I turn to look at Abdallah one last time before entering the car. The car smelled like mohammad's cologne. I take a deep breath, leaving my emotions behind.

My emotions attached to the real Anisah was left in side Abdallah's car. Mohammad entered the car, closing the door. "Are you ready?" Mohammad asks turning the car on.

"Yeah, i am." I say looking forward. "Okay, the guests are around a hundred or more and you can remember the names that I told you about, right?" He asks, driving.

"Yes." I answer. Mohammad gave me a list of people I have to know because of their attitudes,their importance to the house and how I should treat them.

The ride was silent, so silent that it felt like nobody is there. It isn't his fault but mine. I am not in the mood to talk.

We arrived at the venue, driving through the driveway that is filled with cars. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself. I wore a skirt and blouse colored blue and white. I wrapped a veil around my head.

The car stops as I got out, not waiting for him to open the door for me. Mohammad gave me his hand so he could lead the way. I held it as we walked into the building.

The building was designed in a simple manner. It looks more like a get together than a ceremony. It is beautiful. There were tables in the front row and the rest were chairs.

There is a table on the stage so I and Mohammad would sit. People were sitting and some kept on whispering, looking at us. "I'm fine." Mohammad says to someone.

I looked downwards, using the veil to slightly cover my face.

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