Forbidden Love

chapter two

S E K I N A H

I watched in horror as my parents stepped out of the big, white home. They glared at me, and back at Hasan. Habiba, she just stood there, motioning at me to get rid of Hasan. I was honestly confused. I took a small glance at Hasan, he looked as generally confused as me in his white thawb.

Hasan cleared his throat, snapping us from whatever our thoughts were. Hasan gave me a sympathetic look, it was genuine. I almost chocked remembering our earlier encounters, and if my parents were watching.

"Good day, ma and sir," Hasan stated, sounding more respectful than ever before.

I felt like laughing. Is this the Hasan? Being respectful?

Out of nowhere, a hand I was familiar with grabbed my forearm. Almost removing my hijab in the process. I straightened out my hijab, glancing at the one who pulled my hands. My mother.

"Ah, mama," I said.

"You are such a disobedient child, Seki!" She shouted, her voice moving toward the people standing at the front of the house where I once was.

I was now at the backyard, the smell of the flowers intoxicating at the aroma filling me with nervousness.

"Ma, what did I do?" I swear I wish I never said that question. She glared me down; I wanted the world to swallow me whole.

"Seki, my daughter. I love and cherish you. You are old enough to make your decisions, but Hasan?!" She said his name as if it was the worst thing that ever spewed out of her mouth.

"Mama, I didn't invite him," I mumbled loud enough for her to her.

"Then who did?!"

"Mam, he came himself. I was only trying to get rid of him, I promise!"

My mother looked like she bought the story. I mean, I did tell the truth was trying to get him to leave. That part was honest.

She sighed before leaving me standing in the backyard with the smell of flowers and bleach from the clothes hanging on the thin line.

Hasan was already causing me so much problem and pain.

Moving back to the front of the house, I spotted something dangerous. Oh, how I wished Hasan had left earlier. A hand was gradually nearing his face. The hand of my father.

Sorry for not updating. Hope you enjoyed.

- Nafisah