You Crept Into My Heart [Rewrite]

|4| One Month

A F I A  P A T E L

"So, do you accept?" My mom squealed like a little kid high on sugar. Five days ago the Khan family came to ask for my hand in marriage and up till now I'm still confused. About two nights ago I had another dream about Ubaidullah and I only this time we had two kids - 1 boy and 1 girl. We were by a field, having a family picnic and we were just so happy.

"I'm not sure,ma. Do you think I'm ready to marry someone?"

"Fia," my mother said whilst placing her hand on my intertwined hands that lay on the kitchen counter, " you may not seem ready but I know you are. If you want more time to get to know Ubaidullah then sure, I'll ask Mashooda to give you one month to get to know each other better and then we'll see if you'll want to get married. Just please think about this. This boy is good for you plus you'll will make pretty cute babies one day."

I rolled my eyes playfully and softly nudged her on the shoulder.

One month.

One month to hopefully fall in love with him.

One month to make up my mind about this wedding.

One month is all I have.

I sigh." Fine, maybe we can work this out. But if I'm going to get to know him I want either Mads or Yasmeen to be there." I remove my hands from underneath her and cross them on my chest. She nods her head in approval." Only fair."

"What's my favorite sister up too?" I hear Mads voice ask from the kitchen door. He ruffles my hair with his knuckles and I groan.

"I'm your only sister." I say in a duh tone. He shrugs and takes a bite out of the red apple from the fruit basket. I internally cringe. I hate apples, the only way I'll ever eat apples is without the skin or with loads of sugar on it.

My mother smacks him on the back of his head and I burst out in fits of laughter. "Wash it first!" He mumbles a sorry and washed the apple.

I grab a naartjie from the fruit basket and  tell Ahmad to wash it. When he gives it back I happily peel the skin off. The smell of it hits me in the face and I smile. Ahmad Saeeds phone pings from the counter. He greets the person and starts having a conversation and after a few seconds he cuts the call. As I'm about to plop a piece of the delicious fruit in my mouth Ahmad Saeed steals it and begins walking to the exit of the kitchen but before he leaves he turns around to say something. "Mama I'm going to meet Ubaidullah at the mall," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he says Ubaidullahs name. I roll my eyes and give him the best glare I can muster. ",I'll be a little late for supper."

"Wanna join us, Afia?"He twirls the car keys around his index finger and smirks at me. I stick my tongue out at him and he throws a quick glance to see if our mother is looking before showing me the middle finger.

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"Oh my god. This is delicious!"

"I know."

"Best thing I've ever tasted!"

"I know."

"You have to tell your mother to give me the recipe when I come by your house next time."

"No." Rayhaan said, rolling his eyes and taking a bite of his own chocolate mousse.

"Thank yo- wait what? You have to tell her Ray." I plead while scooping up more of the mousse with my plastic spoon. " I'm not going to Fia. We all know you can't cook more than an egg in the kitchen. How would you bake chocolate mousse?" He got a point, I've never been blessed to cook in the kitchen and if I do there's probably going to be a lot of smoke -trust me I'm talking from experience- but still, I can ask my mother too make it.