The Perks of Being a Hijabi

Chapter Nineteen

We hurried to the hospital, only to find out that we weren't allowed to enter into Baba's room.
Hussen and his parents stood outside the door.
"Zainub," Hussen looked up and ran to me. He then hugged me.
"Hussen, is Baba okay?" I whispered into his ear. He pulled back from our embrace and nodded.

"He is a lot better than he was before, Alhamduillah." He gave me a slight peck on the cheek and joined everyone else on the chairs outside Baba's room.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours. We stood/sat by the door for over an hour and a half. Finally the doctor opened the door and walked out of the room.

"He is feeling a lot better. And I think we might be able to release him this afternoon." The doctor removed his face mask and smiled, his smile only made me more frustrated and angry.

"What about my wedding?" I jabbed a finger at the doctor. "I was supposed to be getting ready, not waiting for you give me my dad back," Fury started to boil in me. "Who is going to walk me down the aisle? Who?" My anger melted and became sorrow, tears bloomed from the corners of my eyes. Two strong arms wrapped me into a hug. Hussen.

"Don't be angry hubiti, inshallah we will just postpone the wedding for next week, okay?" I nodded my head and buried my face into his chest. He always knew how to make me feel better.
When we got back home, I started packing my bags. It's not what you think, I'm not running away. I'm actually moving into the apartment Hussen bought. Since we were basically married (the nikah) we can live together. And he can see my hair, which I'm not too happy about. I place my favorite blue dress into the suitcase, then someone slowly knocked on my door. I hopped up and swung the door open. Hussen stood outside looking away from me shyly. I have him a puzzled look, he never looks at me like that.

"Umm," He scratched the back of his neck, I noticed his eyes observing my body. That's when I realized what I was wearing. I know we were Islamicly married and he could see my hair and all, but the outfit was a little too inappropriate. I wore a tank crop top that exposed my stomach and skin tight spandex shorts.

"Oh!" I jumped up surprised a little. "I should probably change my clothes.." I felt my face get hot and red.

"Yeah, it's fine, I guess. I only came to help you pack for tomorrow." He blushed and looked away.

"Oh, all right, come in," I opened the door wider for him to come in. "Sorry about the mess."

"It's fine, my room is way worse!" He laughed uneasily. I sat on the floor beside my suite case, Hussen sat right next to me. I could feel his hot breath brush against my neck as he sat next to me.

"Umm, I'm not sure you should take this," Hussen held up a bright pink bra. My face got bright red.

"What the heck!?" I snatched the bra away from him. He was dying of laughter. "Sicko," I muttered under my breath, that only made him laugh even harder. "How can you be laughing right now? My father is in the hospital!" Tears started flowing, I couldn't control my anger.

"I just wanted to lighten up the mood, you can't always be sad Zainub." Hussen's face shone with hurt. But those last words really caught my attention. "You can't always be sad Zainub....." "I think I'll just go now," He stood up and walked toward the door. "See you tomorrow inshallah." And shut the door behind him.

"You can't always be sad Zainub." His words echoed in my head.
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