My Arranged Marriage

CHAPTER TWO

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        I woke up to the steady sounds of the rain beating our roof. The rain came with a chill which made me want to draw my duvet over my head and sink into a deep slumber but I know I had to get up and make breakfast since I am now in charge of cooking in the house, something about preparing me for marriage. Although it is stressful, combined with my job and all that but I wouldn't trade it for anything else because the day I stepped into the kitchen, I realized I had forgotten how to prepare many dishes and the little I remember I can't quite get it well but with the help of my mum, I am slowly getting a hang of it.

           I walked out of bed to the window side. I drew back the curtain and stare at the weeping cloud through my transparent window. The rain hit the earth causing the already fallen water rise up and hit the ground with a splash. One of the things I love the most is the rain. The chill that  always comes with it and the smell of wet sand that always fill my nostrils after it. The dead trees that comes back to life and the flowers the blossoms revealing it's beauty. To me the rain always signifies life, the greeneries and the varieties of fruits that comes along with it.

              Snapping out of my reverie, I went into the bathroom to prepare for the day. After dressing up, I went out of my room to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. On reaching the kitchen,I decided to make something hot since the weather is cool. I settled for eggs, toast and hot chocolate. I just hope I get it right.

              After struggling for a while, I finally got it right and proceeded to lay the table. When I was done, I stepped back to admire my work. I sent a silent prayer for my mom who insisted I learn how to cook properly and my dad who agreed because I don't even know what came over me that I didn't think that it is not okay for a twenty one year old Nigerian girl not to know how to cook properly, but I know better now.

         I proceeded to serve myself not bothering to go wake them up. After eating I took my plate to the sink to go wash then walked to the living room for a conference call with my friends. Fatima was the first to pick up, just like her name implies, she is fat but unlike other fat people she is proud of her body and isn't ashamed to show herself in public. Followed by Nabila, Rukayya then zainab.

     Hey girls, I said when I am sure they've all picked up.

         Hey babes, what's up with you all, Rukayya the more outgoing one amongst us said

         As for me I am doing great, my parents just travelled which means I have the house all to myself, I can sleep and wake up all I want, zainab said, more like squealed into the receiver

          Don't damage our ears jor, that is the laziness that will kill you there, sai ammaki aure zaki San abun Daya fado miki (when you get married that's when you will know what hit you), Nabila the chatterbox said

             Toh ai ba auren ki ba, aure na ne, zainab countered sticking her tongue out. Childish right

         Alright girls, we don't have time for your banters, we need to chill and talk about interesting things not about marriage, Rukayya said making a face as if she wants to puke. Out of all of us,she hates the idea of marriage.

           Girls girls, get a hang of your self while we tell each other what's up, I don't have the time in this world to listen to your banters, Fatima said in her usual motherly tone. Among all of us she is like the mother that keeps us in check not that we are troublesome "winks"😉😜

               Okay girls, I already have the intention of meeting up with you but since Mimi organized this call, I can as well tell it to you guys now, Nabila started saying